#THEY ARE THE ONLY OTHER SHEETS I FINISHED.

[patrywoso]

22. Ewa Pajor

+18 smut

Warnings: Spit kink. Strap-On. Fingering. Degradation/Humiliation. Praise kink. Choking. Collars 

As always thanks to @ljs-woso-vibez for being the best proofreader out there and to @footballfan118 and @ellieee45 for the help cause this fic wouldn't have been done without them.

You had a bad day today.

On your way home, you call Ewa to update her on your shitty day. She tells you to hurry if you can, an instruction you are all too happy to obey. When you get home, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, with a blanket draped over her shoulders, waiting for you. She adjusts her legs to make room for you.

“Come here baby.”

You walk over to Ewa and sit down between her legs, facing forward. She wraps the blanket over you, shielding you both from the outside world. Before kissing a spot on your neck and nuzzling into it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ewa asks after a moment.

You pause to gather your thoughts, and fidget with the hem of the blanket before answering. “I’m just feeling anxious about every little thing today... Like I can’t do anything right...” You look down and feel your chest flush, slightly ashamed for some reason.

“Oh, honey, that’s okay. It happens.” Ewa kisses the crook of your neck. “What can I do to help?”

“Hold me?”

You grab the blanket again to keep it closed over the both of you, and in turn, Ewa drops it. She wraps her arms around your waist, keeping you secure. You lean back into her and, for the first time since you left the house today, you start to relax. Already, you can feel your nerves settle in the safety of her arms. It comforts you to know that the only thing that can hurt you here is her, and she’ll only do it if you ask her first. Ewa starts kissing up and down your neck again. As she kisses a spot behind your ear, you let out the tiniest noise. Ewa trails her kisses down from that wonderful spot to your shoulder, your head tilting to give her more room.

“Ewa please...”

“Hmmm?” She asks without ever lifting her lips from your skin.

You don’t say anything, instead, grabbing her legs on each side of you, just above her knees. Showing that you need to steady yourself is a wordless way of telling her what else she can do if she wants to cheer you up. Ewa grazes your neck with her teeth, making you squirm and dig your fingers into her legs. It’s starting to get hot under the blanket. She knows, and holds you tighter with her left arm, using her right hand to reach up and massage your breasts through your shirt.

“Please...” you gasp as Ewa squeezes you and bites down on your neck at the same time. She grabs your neck with the hand that was on your chest and reaches in your pants with the other. She snaps the band of your underwear against your pelvis once before reaching in to rub your clit, tilting your chin up as she does.

You might be able to see her with your head like this if she wasn’t buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting over your shirt. You start to roll your hips under her touch, as your breathing speeds up and you close your eyes tight.

“Are you ready baby girl?”

“Yes!” You moan out and nod eagerly, not even knowing what you were agreeing to.

Then, she lays back flat on the bed and uses her hold on your throat to bring you down with her, you laid on top of her. Once you’re both settled, Ewa tells you to take your pants off. You lift your hips and get them down to your knees, before Ewa gets too impatient and slides 2 fingers inside you. You cry out and fist the blanket that’s below both of you. Ewa lifts the fingers around your neck enough to drag her tongue along the side in one big swipe, causing you to shudder around her. When she’s finished, she lifts that hand up completely and puts it down on your clit to rub it as she’s fucking you.

Rubbing your clit roughly, Ewa watches the way your body shakes underneath her, as her fingers thrusted in and out, getting faster and rougher.

Gripping the bed sheets underneath, you look up at Ewa, the look she has on her face, as if she had been hypnotised by your pussy.

“Harder, please, please harder” you moan as you feel your legs shake a little.

Ewa didn’t say anything in response, as she continue to hammer her fingers into your pussy. She took her hand off your clit and began to kiss it, her tongue licking and sucking your clit and you moaned loudly, her fingers knuckle deep inside of your pussy.

You could feel her tongue slowly licking your clit as her fingers fucked you harder, louder and louder moans leaving your mouth as your eyes slammed shut.

“Such a good girl” Ewa whispered as she went back to sucking your clit.

You squealed to yourself as you felt yourself become wetter and wetter from the different patterns, she began to lick and suck your clit. Joined with the constant fingers making your body shake from the force behind them, every time going knuckle deep inside of your pussy.

Your stomach began to rise at an unfamiliar rate as your breathing picked up getting quicker and quicker.

Ewa bites your earlobe and tugs on it when you shout out, “Oh god... Oh god, I’m almost there!”

“That’s it. Be a good girl and cum for me... It’s okay...” Her praise rebuilds your opinion of yourself, after a few little mistakes today broke you down. You look to the side and kiss her in appreciation. It’s a bit of a reach and the kiss isn’t the best, but when she moans into your mouth with excitement, you tip over the edge.

“I love you...” You moan into her mouth as the wetness coating her fingers starts to drip down to her knuckles.

Ewa kept the same steady pace through your orgasm and dipped her tongue into your mouth. She flicks your upper lip with the tip of her tongue when she brings her hands back up to your body. She moves you so that you’re lying next to each other. You kick your pants off and turn to face her. She kisses your nose with a smile and says, “I love you too, baby girl.” A moment passes with you staring into her caring eyes in awe.

“Are you feeling better now?”

You shake your head and straddle her hips. What she just did was plenty nice, but after a long day of feeling like you can’t do anything right, you need her to boss you around to make you feel competent again. But you know that you must ask nicely first.

“Daddy” You grab her hands and put them on your thighs.

“Yes, honey?”

You take your shirt off, leaving you in just a bra. “Will you play with me?”

Ewa raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure baby? If your day was already rough, I don’t want to push you too far.” She sits up on one elbow and runs her thumb back and forth over a spot on your hip while she talks. It feels nice, but you take that hand and bring it up to your sternum to see what she would do. 

“Yes, daddy, I’m sure. Please. Make my day better and fuck me.”

Ewa slides the hand you put on your chest to your neck and sets it there, only squeezing down when you groan. Ewa smiles because she knows you well enough to know why and readjusts her hold on your neck so she can run her thumb along your cheek. You turn your head to take her thumb in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the pad and groaning around it. You put your hands on her stomach and start to grind into her lap, dropping her thump and setting your lips.

“Don’t hold back.”

And just like that, Ewa’s look changes from concerned to downright evil, and she’s helping you grind into her by pulling down on your hips. You ride her for a moment, and start to feel another orgasm build-up, so you close your eyes tight to try and chase it down before she stops you.

You should know better.

Ewa digs her nails into your hips as a way of telling you to proceed with caution, but when you throw your head back in response, she slaps your ass and forces you off with a growl. You look at her with wide eyes, wondering why she did that as she stands up and starts to undress. You lean forward on your knees and nibble on your bottom lip, thinking about all the new opportunities that just became available.

“Don’t even think about it.” Ewa cuts off your train of thought and you let out a whimper in response.

Once all her clothes are on the ground she starts to dig around in the nightstand. She pulls out a strap-on and fastens it on. You’re staring at her wide-eyed and your breath hitches when you see her take out your collar next. She opens it and holds it down below the toy so that if you were eye level with it, your neck would fall into place on the leather. By this point, you’re practically drooling in anticipation.

“Come over here and get this toy wet before I fuck you with it, slut.”

Ewa stands beside the bed, and you crawl towards her on all fours, dipping your head down as she guides the collar into place around your neck. She clasps it and you try to proceed before she tells you to stop. You look up and she has a mischievous look on her face when she says, “Here, let me help you.”

She takes your jaw in her hand and brings your face up to hers, squeezing your cheeks with her fingers.

“Open.”

You figure out what she’s going to do immediately, and open your mouth, making sure to stick your tongue out too. The second it’s all the way out, she leans over you and spits in your mouth. She shoves your head back down towards the toy and you make a surprised noise at the use of force, careful to keep your mouth closed. When you’re back on all fours in front of the toy, you open your mouth and run your tongue along the entire length of the silicone. You can smell her, and it makes you even more eager to please.

With her hands on your head, Ewa watches you coat the toy, she lets you just use your tongue to do that. Even when she’s in mean mode for you like she is now, she still never makes you take the entire thing in your mouth. The same cannot be said for other places, and you’re reminded of that as she pulls your head back from the toy. She pushes your shoulders as you sit up, so you fall onto your back. You lay there trying to register what just happened, and she uses that opportunity to put a dab of lube on the toy before grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. When your hips meet, you squeal with excitement and it turns into a gasp as she points the toy to your clit, swaying her hips the tiniest bit forward to put pressure on it.

She parts your lips with the toy and uses it to spread the mix of your saliva and the lube between them and after what feels like forever, she finally lines the toy up with your entrance, but she doesn’t push in just yet. Instead, she leans down to kiss you, she takes your bottom lip between her teeth and drags her tongue over it in apology, and you gasp into her mouth. Her kisses are so rough, you can tell she’s just as eager as you are, Ewa just wants to tease you for as long as she can handle it first. The thought of her being unable to contain her excitement makes you so impatient that your legs start to close on their own around her to try and create some friction. She responds to that by standing up straight and forcing your legs back down onto the bed.

You lift your hips as much as her hold on you will allow in a silent plea. Ewa answers it by pushing the toy in, going at a painfully slow pace until it’s completely buried inside of you. She gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch before moving her hips at a steady pace. Once the tiny noises that have been flooding out of you start to get louder, she increases the speed. Only bending over a little bit, she loops a finger into the collar and tugs, looking over your body while maintaining the quick pace. Your mouth drops open as you lose your fight to keep down screams.

“You look so good like this. Getting fucked so hard you can’t keep that whore mouth of yours closed.” Ewa pinched a nipple between two fingers to accentuate her point.

You moaned at the rough treatment and cried out, “I’m only a whore for you daddy! I don’t want anybody else but you…”

“Just me?”

You nod so fast your head might fall off, making her laugh. “Yes daddy.”

It’s true. Your mind spent all day chasing itself around in circles, making you sick, and it only took Ewa a matter of minutes to make it stop. It feels like bliss when she pushes all the negative thoughts out of your head with touches and some mean words. It’s not your fault that all you can think about is her right now, especially when she lets go of your collar to give the same treatment to your clit that she’s giving your pussy.

“Ah!” You shout at the touch.

“Are you going to cum already slut?”

“Yes daddy, please don’t stop, I’ll do whatever you say!” You beg.

Ewa dips her tongue under the collar and whispers next to your ear, “You'll do that anyways baby.” You squirm. “Go ahead.” She kisses your cheek and says, “You can hold onto me if you need to.”

Ewa stays close to you so you can wrap your arms around her back and practically hang off her. You finally tip over the edge and squeeze around the toy when she bites the area she had just kissed. Your nails dig into her back and your legs wrap around hers, pulling her closer and the toy deeper inside you. You cum with just a gasp and she doesn’t still her hips until yours drop back down into the bed. You hadn’t even realized that you lifted them up so high until they fell. Her hips don’t follow yours, allowing you to slide off the toy at your own pace, then, she uses your hold on her to scoot you both a little farther up the bed. Ewa shifts her weight so that you’re laying beside each other like you were before you begged her for round two. Not that either one of you was complaining. Even after the workout she just gave you, you get a little burst of energy when you think of a way to repay her.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

You blush and start peppering her chest with desperate kisses, so you don’t have to look at her in the eyes as you ask her to take the strap off. Ewa chuckles at how prude you suddenly became after she fucked you, but does what you ask, tossing it to the floor with a thud. You hum with approval and latch onto her, sucking just beside her nipple, only giving it attention once you were satisfied with the mark you left on her. Her legs shift to make room for your hand, but you still ask for permission. “May I touch you daddy?”

“Yes honey,” she says, and holds the back of your head as you resume kissing and biting across her chest.

You bring two fingers to her clit and start to rub featherlight circles over it. Ewa tries to suppress the noises that sneak out of her to keep up the persona you asked for when you asked her to play with you. 

You look up at her from between her bruised tits with puppy dog eyes and think about the things that she’d like to hear.

“Thank you, daddy. You’re the only one that can make me feel like that.” Your fingers press into her clit and start to speed up with each word. “Will you cum on my fingers? I just want to be a good little slut for you and make you feel good too. Pretty please, daddy...”

Ewa is already tightly wound from fucking you into the mattress, so it only takes a few more strokes before she’s holding you by your collar and yelling your name. You help her ride through the final waves of her orgasm before she tells you to stop. You run your hands up her stomach and she pulls your head up to lay on her chest, on its side so you can’t start teasing her again.

You hum at the touch, and she asks, “What did I do to deserve such a good girl?”

You blush and wrap around her, feeling your body rise and down with every breath she takes. As you lay there, you can’t help but smile at how small she makes all your problems feel when you’re together.

The smile stays in place as you drift asleep on top of her.

[ariestrxsh]

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content warning: smut, masturbation, teasing, use of restraints, use of feather tickler, use of vibrator, degradation/humiliation, sub!matt, sub!chris, mean!dom!reader

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 author's note: this is one of two endings that i wrote for this fic. enjoy! 🤍

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 summary: both matt and chris lose the bet you made with them about how long they could last during no nut november, which means submitting to you.

love potions part two (first ending)

He remembered the nude photo you'd sent to the group chat. He wasn't proud of what he was about to do, but he couldn't fend off the desire any longer. He'd never gone so long without masturbating, and it was more than he could bear.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Day Fifteen

The next morning, Matt rolled over in bed, tangled up in the sheets as the sun started to rise, rays of light peeking in through his curtains. He looked at the date on his phone just to be sure time was moving as painfully slow as he thought it was. It was only the 15th. There was no way he was going to be able to make it another fifteen days, especially with you constantly provoking him.

His thumb swiped a few times across his screen until your picture was staring back at him, and he tucked his other hand into his waistband, pulling out his needy cock. He wrapped his fingers around his girth, which in and of itself, felt incredibly relieving.

He studied your curves, his hungry eyes scanning your voluptuous body parts as he started stroking himself. A sequence of soft moans and profanities fell from his slightly parted, pink lips. His eyebrows crinkled and beads of sweat started taking form on his forehead.

It didn't take long before he was on the heels of his climax, furiously pumping away while a familiar feeling arose that he had greatly missed these past couple weeks. A few more strangled whimpers later, and he came unraveled, his seed overflowing, spilling onto his hand, and making a mess.

He was mesmerized by how much had come out of him and how good it felt to cum again. He laid breathlessly in his bed for several minutes, recovering from his orgasm.

That was when you came bursting through the door. Matt immediately flinched startled by your presence, trying to hide the cum that had spilled onto his tummy. "Unbelievable," you said, shaking your head at Matt as you pulled back his sheets, revealing the evidence of his fragile willpower. "You couldn't even go a month without getting off? Fucking pathetic," you scoffed at him as he scrambled to pull the blanket back over him.

His cheeks were hot with shame, and he couldn't look you in the eye. "Don't look!" He shouted back. "I just caught Chris doing the same thing," you smirked.

You replayed the image in your head of Chris, the way he had been so fixated on your photo that he hadn't even noticed you walk in. You recalled the pretty sounds he had made and how he'd licked his lips right before finishing in his hand as he had urgently fisted his cock.

With every stroke, a rope of cum had ejected from his tip, and just when you thought he'd drained himself, there was more. You remembered that vulnerable smile that had crept into his expression while he came, painting his chest and his stomach in his milky white fluid and staring down at the mess he had made. He had slowed the pace of his pumps to a stop while throwing his head back and letting his phone fall to the bed, revealing your own nude on his screen.

"Wow, that was hot. If that's how much cum you had saved up in just two weeks, it's a shame you couldn't wait two more. Could you imagine?" You had asked him, leaning up against his door frame and watching his smile slowly fall as he became aware of your presence. "Shit," he had whispered out of breath.

"What?" Matt asked you, looking up at you with a shocked expression and bringing you out of your reverie. "Yeah, I actually came in here to tell you that you won, but I guess you didn't," you chuckled, pulling the blanket back once more.

"You know what this means, right?" You smirked down at him. He looked up at you subserviantly with blushed cheeks, but he said nothing. "This means you get to be my little toy, doesn't it?" You cooed, caressing his jawline and your eyes traveling back down to the mess Matt had made on his lower stomach.

A few hours later, you had both boys right where you wanted them, side-by-side, naked, and each tied to a chair. You stood in front of them, completely naked as well. The shopping bags you'd brought back with you a few weeks prior reappeared, and you started to dig through them.

"You know, I knew when you guys first told me about the No Nut November challenge, that neither one of you would be able to make it. But, c'mon, you couldn't even make it three weeks? You're both fucking pathetic," you scoffed at them, pulling out a long stick with a big, fluffy feather on the end.

"What's that?" Matt asked, growing wide-eyed. "It looks like a fucking cat toy," Chris snarked before you could answer him. "Well, maybe that's fitting, because you're both pussies," you declared, sneering at Chris. "It's a feather tickler," you replied, turning your attention back to Matt.

You started to walk closer to him, and you slowly closed the distance between the feather and Matt's gorgeous cock. Matt couldn't hide his intrigue. His blue eyes locked onto the toy as you started to tease the underside of his shaft. You watched the muscles in his cock involuntarily quiver as you tickled his length, blood rushing to it and his tip starting to swell.

"Oh," a sweet sound of pleasure passed through Matt's pink lips. "Like that? Like when I tease your pretty cock for you, Matthew?" You purred, taking the end of the feather and drawing circles on the head while you watched Matt's expression meld into desperation.

He glanced into your eyes and nodded before locking his gaze back onto the way the feather danced across his sensitive nerve endings, and he let out a few more whimpers. "I don't think you just like it, Matt. I think you're loving it," you observed, your voice dripping with seduction.

A silky, clear fluid started to drool from his slit, and you gently ran the tip of the feather through it, watching for Matt's responses. He squirmed beneath your light touch, lifting his hips off the chair a bit and tugging at his restraints as you played with him. "So fucking pathetic. You're so sensitive that I'm surprised you don't cum just from putting on pants every morning," you chuckled, taking delight in his humiliated expression.

Matt had been in submissive roles before during sex, but nothing quite like this. He'd always dreamt of being tied up, teased, and being talked down to by an assertive woman, but the reality was almost more embarrassing than he could handle and somehow, he still adored every second of it.

Shy, strangled moans poured into the room as you manipulated his cock like a puppeteer, pulling your invisible strings and making his cock twitch with every gesture of the feather. Matt couldn't hide his pleasure or his humiliation.

More pre-cum gathered at his tip, and he slammed his eyes shut as if that would make it any less embarrassing that he was getting turned on by something so simple and degrading. "I can't believe how close you're getting from a little feather," you mocked him.

Chris couldn't help but watch the way his brother writhed around beneath the gentle sensation, growing curious about how he'd react to it and if it really felt as good as Matt was making it seem.

After a couple more minutes of teasing, you cast the feather tickler off to the side and replaced it with the hum of a small vibrator, resting it against Matt's aggravated tip. "Oh my god," Matt purred, enjoying the new feeling, closing his eyes again.

"Look at me while you finish, Matthew," you ordered him in a serious matter. His eyes fluttered open, but once his gaze met yours, he wanted to hide again.

"Please don't make me," he begged, his voice cracking in desperation. "I won't make you do anything. But if you wanna cum, you gotta look at me," you said, watching the way his pretty cock twitched beneath your control.

"C-can't," he whimpered. "Sure you can, pretty boy. Don't get all shy on me," you said, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He managed to maintain eye contact, a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to finally feel sweet relief wash over him.

His knuckles started to lose color as he gripped the seat of his chair, and his stomach started to ache from how much pressure had built up in his lower abdomen. You had one hand caressing his jawline, tilting his head up towards you and your other hand on the buzzing toy.

Chris couldn't keep his eyes off you either and the way you expertly taunted his brother, eagerly awaiting his turn while his cock jumped at the sight. "That's it. Cum for me like the pathetic little boy you are," you urged him in a seductive tone.

Matt came undone, pulling at his restraints, arching his back slightly off the chair, and looking deep into your eyes while sounds of sexual release filled the air. You watched as his cock pulsated, emitting a pretty, pearly white substance that squirted from his tip and painted the hardwood floor in front of him.

He savored the intensity of his orgasm, the feeling of pure bliss, and the way his climax ebbed and flowed rather than burning out quickly due to how much you'd teased him. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" You cooed, admiring the mess he made for you.

"I knew you'd like that. I didn't know you'd like it that much," you teased him, turning off the toy. He stared at you in awe with his heavy eyelids hooded over his pretty, blue eyes as he tried to recover, panting and babbling about how good it was.

You made your way over to Chris who looked at you with a mix of desire and annoyance. He knew that whatever you were about to make him do, that it'd be extremely degrading. You set down the vibrator and picked up the feather tickler again.

You came up behind him and started by running the tip of the feather across his collar bones and his chest. Slowly but surely, you trailed down his stomach, stopping right before you got to his throbbing member. "Awh. Look at you. Already hard, and I haven't even touched you yet," you taunted him.

You could feel his breathing become more shallow, and his chest rose and fell in a quickening rhythm. "What are you waiting for?" He huffed at you, trying to conceal how much he secretly wanted to know what it would be like to be played with by you in such a vulnerable way.

"I'm waiting for you to beg for it," you whispered, your lips curling into condescending grin. "I don't beg," he said in a stern voice, craning his neck to look you in the eye. "Then I guess you're not going to cum," you nonchalantly replied, shrugging and waving the feather around in the air in front of the two of you.

Chris sat in silence for a few seconds before swallowing his pride and letting out a sigh. "Fine. Please," he half-heartedly mumbled. "Speak up, Chris. I can't hear you over your raging erection," you smirked, peering down at his hard-on. "Please," he said a little more sincerely.

"Come on, Chris. I know you need way more attention than you've been getting. Just admit it," you cooed in his ear, wrapping your arm around his strong shoulder and placing your hand gently on his chest. You passionately kissed the side of his neck, pressing your tongue against his warm flesh and eliciting a faint moan from his pouty lips.

"I do need it," he answered you, a bit of desperation seeping into his inflection. "How bad do you need it, huh?" You lasciviously purred. "Please. I need it so bad," he responded, longingly. You placed the feather-end of the rod against his length and started tracing the veins on his shaft. He hissed through his teeth and let out a satisfied, "Ahh."

"Good boy. Let me hear how good I make you feel," you hummed, walking back around to face him, continuing to tease his aching cock. "Always acting like you're so tough. Not so tough anymore, huh?" You asked in a soft, sweet voice. "Fuck," Chris whimpered, peering up at you through his bedroom eyes, not even trying to defend himself as his lips curled into a pretty smile.

Chris was always the dominant one in his sexual relationships, always being the one to dish out the degradation, but finding himself on the receiving end, he liked it more than he thought he would.

You gave him a diabolical smile, delighting in how easily he submitted to you and how much he liked it, still gripping the rod of the feather while you delicately and methodically tickled his length. "Please. I need more," Chris whispered, his eyes locked on the vibrator that was placed on the table behind you.

"I love it when you beg. Keep going," you told him, making his cock dance and watching him shudder as you played with him. "Please. Please give me more," he begged, his voice dripping with desperation while he nodded eagerly at you, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and the toy.

You smirked at him before picking up the vibrator and switching it on. The low hum sounded, and Chris watched in anticipation as you started running the toy up his staff, teasing the veins on the underside of his dick.

Droplets of precum started to pool at his sensitive tip, and his cock jerked as you started to near the head with the vibrating tool. "You're doing so good for me," you responded, running the pad of your thumb over Chris' pink cheek while you looked into his eyes.

"More," he pleaded, and you turned the toy up one setting. The expression on his face was drenched in pleasure, his lip caught between his teeth, flushed complexion, and seduction in his eyes. He started to pull at the rope wrapped around his wrists as he grew impatient. He needed to cum so bad.

"Please. More," he whimpered, his blue eyes glossing over as he approached the finish line. You felt so powerful, pushing the button to intensify the sensation and watching Chris fold beneath the feeling while you listened to his moans become more needy.

"Cum for me, sweet boy. I know you can do it," you whispered, cradling his face and encouraging him. The way you coddled him and called him cute pet names was almost more degrading to him than anything you'd said to Matt, but he couldn't help how much he loved it.

He nodded at you with a smug smile as his body started to tremble. His hips raised off the seat, and he threw his head back as his pretty cock began to pulse, emitting his sticky, white fluid.

His urgent whimpers filled the room as he submitted to his climax, allowing it to wash over him and leave him in a state of peace and tranquility once it had taken its course. Chris peered down breathlessly, a string of drool hanging from his open mouth, studying the way his cum dripped down the sides of his cock. Humiliation started to set in.

"Look at that," you cooed, but Chris could barely hear you over the powerful ringing that flooded his ears. "I think you might have liked that even more than Matt did. You beg like a little bitch," you said, a condescending smile stretching across your lips.

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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! tsukishima helps out the new neighbor who moved into the apartment next to him, only he didnt know what would come of it  ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip k. tsukishima x chubby!fem!reader  ﹒ ◠ note!!  playlist i listened to while making this ! i do plan on making a part two soon !! ౨  wc!! 4.4k part two !! >>

Waking up Tsukishima stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars placed above his bed, watching as they faded with the oncoming sun peeking through the blinds. He dreaded mornings, he hated the way his mouth felt dry, how hot he felt under the sheets, and most of all, waking up meant he'd have to deal with a new day of idiots doing things he hated.

Tsukishima hated a lot of things, he hated his old rowdy neighbor, he hated overly cheery people, the feeling of cold coffee in the morning, how polyester felt against his skin, and he especially hated when his neighbors tried to get to know him.

Putting his headphones on he stepped out into the hallway, only to be greeted by the sight of you trying to lift a box into your new apartment.

You decided to save money youd only ask the movers to move your furniture and not your boxes, you were deeply regretting that decision right now. You only had three more boxes to go but the soreness was already catching up to you from the other ten.

The sight was enough to annoy Tsukishima, why didn't you just ask for help instead of trying to do everything yourself, movers are a thing. Did you not have friends that could help you do this? He tried his best to ignore you while locking his door but a part of him felt bad for you, that you couldn't even complete a simple task.

With a sigh, he made his way over and took the box from your hands which startled you.

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"Where do I put it," He cut you off flatly before he could change his mind about helping you.

You were thrown off by his tone, its not like you asked him to help you so why was he so angry?

"In the living room is fine, thank you, sorry," You weren't sure whether you should be apologizing or thanking so you settled on doing both, which just earned another sigh from Tsukishima.

You were surprised by how easily he lifted the rest of the boxes, despite how skinny he looked he was really strong, or maybe you were just really weak, but to save your ego you decided he was just strong.

"Thank you again for helping," You looked up at him as he sat the last box down on the floor. You noticed this guy sighed a lot, it made you feel like you were somehow wasting his time.

Looking down at his watch he realized how much time had passed and he mumbled something under his breath before leaving your apartment.

He didn't even acknowledge your gratitude. The entire encounter had you stunned, was he really going to be your next-door neighbor?

With a content sigh, you plopped down on your couch and instantly relaxed, you had finally finished unpacking every box and arranging your furniture the way you liked it, and it only took you six hours. Despite how tired your body was you wanted to do something to show your grumpy neighbor how thankful you were, and you were gonna do it in the only way you knew how to show thanks.

Baking. But first, you would have to go grocery shopping.

Heading toward the elevator at the end of the hall the door opened to reveal your tall, grumpy neighbor, still wearing the same frown he left in. Only it seemed to deepen at the sight of you.

You smiled at him as he exited the elevator. Tsukishima prayed you wouldn't try to talk to him, but of course, like every other time, his prayer wasn't heard.

"Hey, neighbor! I never got your name," You beamed up at him, looking at him now he was freakishly tall, his hair was disheveled, and he looked sweaty, it was almost enough to intimidate you.

"If you know it, you'll say it," He flatly said, walking past you to his apartment door.

You didn't know what you did to possibly receive this kind of treatment, it wasn't even your first day living here and this guy acted like he hated you.

"What did I do to you?" You asked, slightly irritated by his ego.

He simply ignored your question and entered his apartment, promptly closing the door.

It's not like Tsukishima intended to be rude to you, well, he partially did. But there was truth to his words. If you knew his name then you'd assume he was your friend and you'd try and talk to him, and he just didn't want that. His apartment was a place where he didn't have to talk to anyone and he intended to keep it that way. He couldn't understand why you didn't get the hint.

You weren't gonna let his rude attitude stop you from baking him something, it only made you more motivated to bring a smile to his frowny face.

You weren't sure what you'd bake him so you decided to go with your own favorite dish, strawberry shortcake.

Walking down the aisles you stared at everything in your cart, you had gotten some regular food items you'd need for the next few week's meals, as well as some snacks and drinks you enjoyed. Now all that's left is to get the ingredients for the desert you'd be making your neighbor.

Looking up at the signs above the aisles you searched for where the flower would be. Once you found it you walked over, only to see the one and only standing there in front of the vanilla bottles staring intently at them. You wondered what he could be doing there.

"Hey, you," You greeted, resting your arms on the cart handle as you walked over.

Tsukishima didn't need to look to see who the voice belonged to, why were you everywhere he went?

You noticed he looked much cleaner now, and his blond hair was much more neat.

"What're you doing? Did the vanilla bottles look at you the wrong way?" You joked, stopping right in front of him. Your eyes shifted between him and the bottles, trying to figure out what he was doing.

He didn't answer you, in hopes you'd get the hint this time but that never worked out in the past. Your joke only further annoyed him.

You came to the only reasonable explanation hed be standing here staring for so long at the bottles, he didn't know the difference.

"What flavor were you looking for?" You asked, trying to sound as nonjudgemental as you could, not wanting to annoy him any further.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Well, Bourbon, or Madagascar, vanilla has a much stronger taste," You explained, pointing to the bottle you were speaking about. "While Mexican vanilla has more of a spice and smokey tone to its flavoring, and Tahitian vanilla is the opposite, its fruity and floral, almost cherry-like." You spoke softly as he nodded along.

"It's all based on your preference and what you're going to be cooking." You finished off, looking up at him.

He only nodded as he reached for the Bourbon vanilla bottle and placed it in his shopping basket.

"Thanks," He muttered out. He wondered how you knew so much about vanilla flavors, they all tasted the same to him.

"Youre welcome, can I get your name now?"

He paused for a moment before turning to you. "No,"

You let out a breath of defeat as you grabbed your own bottle, but you knew it's fine, you'd get his name one way or another, you're sure of it.

Placing your shopping bags on your counter you sighed, thankful they had an elevator or else you would've passed out walking the heavy bags up five flights of stairs.

Putting away the groceries you left out the required ingredients needed to make the strawberry shortcake.

Placing the strawberries in a bowl you layered them with sugar and gave it a light mix, only wanting to coat the strawberries in the sugar. Once that was done you began on the small cake and placed it into the oven.

An hour passed and if was finally done, it was the most beautiful thing you'd laid eyes on, it almost brought a tear to your eye. And to think the frowny, grumpy, rude, annoyed neighbor would have the chance to eat it brought a smile to your face.

Placing the treat into a small box you picked up at the store you carefully made your way to your neighbor's door and gave it a knock.

You stood there for a few moments before you heard muffled voices and the unlock of a door.

Tsukishima peeked his head out and saw you before fully opening the door.

He didn't say anything and instead raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to say what you needed.

"Sorry if I disturbed you, but I baked you a shortcake! I wasn't sure what you liked so I made you something I liked, as a thanks," You explained as well as telling him your name and handing over the box which he took and peeked into. If you were looking close enough you could see a glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"Hm," He let out.

"Do you not-"

"Tsukishima Kei," He cut you off, something he seemed to enjoy doing.

You were stunned, "Tsukishima?" You tested the way it rolled off your tongue.

"Dont wear it out, is that all?"

"So does this mean we are friends?" You asked cheerfully, earning a sigh from him.

"No, now goodbye," He said before closing the door.

It wasn't a smile, but you learned his name so you counted that as a win.

Tsukishima walked into his kitchen and grabbed a fork, immediately ready to try his favorite dessert.

"Who was that?" Tsukishimas girlfriend, Etsuko, asked from the living room.

"My neighbor brought me some strawberry shortcake," He said, hoping she wouldn't make an argument over this like she always did, it was something he disliked, and didn't see the point in meaningless arguments but it was a habit she had recently picked up on, the latest one being about his volleyball teams manager.

"Oh? The new girl?" Her voice was laced with jealousy, something he could easily pick up on with how often she spoke in a tone like that.

"Yeah, I helped her move her boxes," He explained while biting into the shortcake, his tastebuds almost exploding with how flavorful it was, and in the privacy of his own kitchen, he cracked a small smile at your dish.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked, now moving to the kitchen to get a better view of Tsukishima, his smile quickly fading.

"Why does it matter?" He asked, annoyance visible on his face and voice.

She shrugged, "Just doesn't seem like something you'd do,"

He let out a sigh while picking up another bite with his fork, "Yeah well I did it Etsuko,"

"Jeez, what's your problem?"

It was as if she knew just how to push Tsukishimas buttons like she was destined to be here and get on his nerves, and she wasn't always like this but lately, it was like her sole purpose was to interrogate and bother him.

Instead of giving in to her, Tsukishima decided to remain quiet and enjoy the shortcake, hoping she'd give up and go back to her original spot on the couch.

The entire night you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, despite what Tsukishima said, you considered him your friend.

Waking up the sunbeams shone across your face, welcoming you to another day filled with new possibilities, you loved mornings, it was like a second chance, any mistakes you made yesterday were, well, yesterday's news. You loved how the sun looked as it rose above the buildings, it was a beautiful sight to wake up to.

Looking at the clock it read six o'clock, you needed to be at work in an hour, it would be your first day back in a week do to moving and you were extremely excited to be back and baking, maybe you'd bring your new friend a sweet treat home.

Opening your door you were met with the sight of Tsukishima locking his door, he had a plain white shirt on and a pair of blue jeans while he carried a plain hoodie on his side, as well as his usual headphones around his neck.

"Tsukishima!" You cheerfully greeted him as you walked up to him, you couldn't hear it but you knew he sighed, he always did that to you, so much so you've gotten used to it.

"Why're you up so early," He asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question in his voice while you walked to the elevator together.

"Well, today I start work again at the bakery two blocks from here! I'm super excited about it, I've been missing work lately." You explained.

Tsukishima found your enthusiasm for things quite annoying, he couldn't understand how you could be so excited and cheerful this early in the morning.

"What do you have planned today, tsuki?" You beamed, pressing the floor button on the elevator.

Tsukishima would never admit it but he did like the way you said his nickname, it was different from how everyone else said it, and it was innocent in a way.

"College classes, and practice," He dully said, watching the doors close while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Practice?"

"Volleyball practice,"

You made a sound of excitement and admiration, "Youre a volleyball player? Thats so cool!" You said, looking up at him.

"It's not that cool," He sneered.

"Well, it makes sense! Youre like crazy tall and strong,"

Your compliments were almost enough to bring a blush to his cheeks, and he was thankful the elevator doors opened before you could get any more innocent compliments in.

"You know it's gonna be cold today, right?" He asked, looking your outfit up and down.

"It is?" You asked worriedly, in your rush to get ready you completely forgot to check the weather, and you still had to walk to work in the cold.

"Couldn't even check the weather," He sighed, shoving his hoodie into your hands.

"Tsuki.." You nervously said.

"Dont thank me, just dont let it happen again," He sternly said.

"No, it's just," You paused, looking down embarrassed.

"What?" He asked, raising his brow at your form. It was unlike you to be shy and nervous.

You took a deep breath, "What if it doesn't fit," You meekly said.

That thought hadn't crossed Tsukishimas mind, mostly because he didn't care about that sort of thing.

"It will," He simply stated, motioning for you to put it on.

This was a side of Tsukishima you weren't used to, you had expected him to laugh at your embarrassment, or just ignore you, but it gave you enough will to pull the hoodie over your head and he was right, it did in fact fit. His scent invaded your being, and a small blush rose to your cheeks.

Tsukishima hoped you didn't see his own blush at the sight of you in his hoodie. He didn't know why he was being so nice to you right now, but hearing you say it wouldn't fit irked something inside of him.

"Thanks, Tsuki," You looked up at him with a soft smile.

"Whatever," He turned away from you and walked out of the entrance to the complex, placing his headphones on his ears and taking out his phone.

You smiled the entire way to the bakery, with a warm feeling in your stomach with every inhale of Tsukishimas scent.

You felt disappointment for the first time when you approached your work because entering meant you'd have to take off the hoodie since you didn't want to get it covered in batter and flour.

Walking to the back towards the employee lockers you greeted the familiar faces of your employees with a cheery smile, disappointment soon being washed over with glee as you carefully hanged the hoodie in your locker and tied your apron around your waist ready to begin the day.

You always loved this job since the moment you got it, it truly was a blessing to you, you get paid for doing things you love and you get to meet all different kinds of people.

You noticed a girl standing by the counter and rushed over.

"Hello!" You greeted her with a bright smile, excited to meet a new person, you hadn't seen her here before.

"So, youre Tsukishimas new neighbor?"

The question had caught you off guard and a confused look appeared on your face, "Yeah?" You replied though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

"Well, he's my boyfriend," She stated.

You raised your eyebrow at her, what kind of reaction was she trying to get out of you?

"Good for you?"

"You should hear the things he's been saying about you," She sneered.

You didn't like where this conversation was going, and it angered you that you could tell where it'd go.

You didn't like feeling angry, in fact, it was one of the few things you hated, because when you felt angry you also felt sad, and sadness usually led to slumps where you didn't feel like doing anything and where life feels meaningless.

"If you aren't gonna get anything then please leave," You tried to hang onto the last string of cheerfulness you had, the last string of patience with her. You didn't want to be angry at her since she was clearly someone special to Tsukishima and you'd hate to genuinely upset him.

"Just know he isn't who you may think he is," She said before turning and taking her leave.

You weren't sure what to make of the encounter, you didn't know if you should be mad or upset, and you knew Tsukishima could be rude but would he really talk bad about you behind your back? Is it even worth asking? Maybe you'd just take the hint and leave him alone like he always wanted you to, and looking back now you should've seen it sooner, all his one-worded replies and the way he addressed you with such coldness. You'd just give him what he wanted.

The day came and went and it was time for you to head back home, only this time Tsukishima's hoodie was clenched in your fist, and the emotions you'd been repressing all day bubbled back up like soda, you understood you hadn't known him for long but you considered him a friend and you thought he did the same in his own antisocial rude way.

You were so lost in thought you didn't even care how harsh the cold was nipping at your skin and you only realized when you entered the warm lobby of your apartment, that the warmth instantly engulfed you as you shuddered away the cold. You silently prayed that you wouldn't cross paths with Tsukishima, but your prayers were cut short when you heard a voice from behind you, and it didn't take much to guess who it was.

You were surprised that he was the one greeting you, but you wouldn't give in, this is what he wanted. As soon as you entered the elevator you started spamming the close door button but in two strides he was already in, damn him and those long legs.

Tsukishima instantly caught on to the attitude change towards himself. Usually, you'd be chatting his ear off, talking about everything and anything and he'd be there, listening to every word of it while acting like he wasn't. Like how two days ago while walking to the elevator you were talking about the nature documentaries you watched and how they always made you cry but you could never turn them off. But now you were quiet, and looking everywhere but him, he didn't like it one bit. In fact, he hated it.

"Did you burn a bread roll or something?" He sneered, trying to gauge any sort of reaction out of you, a smile, a laugh, a look, anything.

Well he did get a reaction, you shoved his hoodie into his chest and sped off to your door, slamming it shut before he could even get a word in.

He sighed and headed for his, disappointment spreading through his body when his eyes met his girlfriends.

Tsukishima softly closed the door and kicked off his shoes, his mind still on you and the way you completely ignored him earlier. He tried racking his brain on what he could've possibly done to upset you other than ignore you, be rude, give you the cold shoulder, be dry. But he thought you understood and didn't care about all that stuff, though he could admit maybe he took the whole act a bit too far at times. He started to feel like a jerk, and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he should apologize to you. The only thing is he wasn't sure how to or where to start.

It had been a week since you last spoke to Tsukishima, and it had been five days since you last stood in the same elevator, he was partially okay with you not speaking to him but purposefully avoiding him? He decided today was the day he'd try and make things right with you. Even he couldn't believe his thoughts right now, never in a million years did he think he'd be going out of his way to try and get someone's forgiveness. But the days spent without you were quiet and dull, he no longer liked waking up, and he no longer liked the way the sun glared in his glasses, in fact, he found it once again absurd.

Tsukishima missed having you as a friend.

He missed your rambles, he missed being able to talk about his day in short sentences, and he missed you and the feelings you erupted in him.

And as soon as he awoke he found himself walking to your apartment, he wasn't sure what he was gonna say or how hed say it, or even how you replied but he knew he needed to do something if he was gonna keep you in his life.

He knocked twice, and after a few moments, you appeared, dressed in black pajama shorts that rode up a bit too high and a crop top. He could tell he had woken you up by the way you rubbed your eyes and how your hair was going in all directions. But even now, the sight of you made his heart rate increase.

You were stunned to see Tsukishima in your doorway, he looked like he hadnt had a good nights sleep.

"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked outright. You were surprised he even noticed you were intentionally avoiding him.

"Isn't that what you want?" Your voice cracked, you were trying your hardest to remain standing strong in front of him, not wanting to reveal that you genuinely miss talking to him.

"No, it's not," He spoke softly, looking you in your eyes to scan your reactions, to see if you showed any signs of wanting him to leave.

"Well, that's not what your actions say,"

"I know, and I apologize for giving you the wrong impression"

You stayed silent for a while, taking in the moment and trying to find the words to say to him.

"Then why did your girlfriend come to my job and tell me you've been saying all kinds of stuff?" You felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you internally cursed yourself for letting your facade slip.

Tsukishima felt anger bubble inside of him, of course, Etsuko had something to do with this, his days could've been filled with you, but they weren't, and of course, it was her fault.

"Listen, Tsuki, I appreciate you apologizing but,"

"She is lying, i haven't said anything bad about you, and I couldn't even if I wanted to,"

You didn't understand what he meant by even if he wanted to, the whole situation was confusing to you, why would she lie about something like that? What could she possibly gain by saying that to you? All sorts of questions were floating around your head and Tsukishima seemed to notice that.

"I want us to be friends again," He said, letting a small smile onto his face as he watched your eyes brighten. He was glad, the sight of you on the brink of tears brought a sort of sadness to his core.

"Tsuki," You paused, "Did you just say what I think you just said?"

He let out his usual sigh, "I'm not gonna say it again,"

"Just one more time?" You beamed, "I'll never ask again," You stepped closer to him, looking up with a pleading look, how could he ever say no? Well, he could and he did.

"No,"

You let out a sound of defeat. You both stood there for a few silent moments, just staring at each other with small smiles. Tsukishima was glad to be back on good terms with you, he knew he'd enjoy the mornings again, and he'd enjoy seeing the sun peek through the blinds because that meant hed get to talk to you for another day, hed get to see and hear you talk about the most random things, you'd once again be the highlight of his day.

"Wanna do something?"

"Like what?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Show me that show you were talking about a week ago, Euphoria? If you aren't too busy,"

You let out a shriek of happiness and pulled him inside by his shirt and dragged him to your dimly lit living room.

You plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to do the same as you turned on the TV. You were happy he apologized despite it taking him a week to do so, but you were glad to have your friend back, you had missed your mostly one-sided conversations, but you knew he was listening to you despite his actions saying otherwise.

You had gotten ten minutes into the first episode and there was already an intimate scene, and even though you both were already silent, the silence seemed to thicken as you both refused to look anywhere but the screen, if you moved would it show that you were uncomfortable? You probably should've warned him about how many intimate scenes were in this show. The closeness of Tsukishima did nothing to calm the awkwardness.

You reached for the remote to try and skip ahead but your hand was stopped by his, and you quickly turned to look at him, a bright blush adorning your cheeks at the contact.

Tsukishima wasnt one to like things, in fact, he hated most things, but you were certainly not one of them.

"I can't stay away from you," He said softly.

Your heart was racing, you didn't know what he meant by that or what way he meant it.

"Then dont,"

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Twisted Weddings: - Introduction

Author Notes: This is the first part of my 800 Followers celebration event for the Twisted Wonderland fandom. This is just going to be the introduction section for the story itself (which is going to be 9 sections in total). I chose the wedding theme on a whim based on a fic I read a long time ago on AO3 that has long sense gone missing, but no one is actually going to be getting married. Reader is going to be female for the sake of my own ease for this series. I hope everyone enjoys!

Type: Female reader/ sfw/ fluff/ featuring Crewel (Note for sake of avoiding confusion: This is not x Crewel)

Word count: 775

I frowned slightly at Crewel as he sat down across from me, a stack of papers in his hands that he slowly laid out. One sheet at a time.

“I’ve recently finished designing a line of wedding dresses and suits,” He spoke as he fanned the sheets out across the table. Each page had a sketched-out design of a wedding gown that had me blinking slightly in surprise.

Of course I’d known that Crewel was a designer. As if his fashionable nature wasn’t enough to tip me off, then Vil talking about his clothing line would have been. I hadn’t realized that he designed bridal clothes, though. And I certainly didn’t know what these clothes had to do with me or why he’d called me in to look at them.

I slowly glanced back up at my instructor as he continued, utterly calm despite my wary confusion, “I’m wanting to market each of these dresses differently than I usually would though. You see, this is my first line of bridal designs.”

I nodded, shifting slightly in my seat as Crewel eyed me, “I’ve decided that, along with the runaway models, I would do an advertising campaign where I have just one woman model all the gowns with varying different grooms.”

I blinked, already seeing where this was heading but not quite able to keep myself from staring at him in surprise in a way that had him smiling at me, “Of course I’ll pay you for modeling all eight gowns.”

I glanced down at the page in front of me, a picture of a classic wedding dress. Pristine white with a veil and looking like it was directly out of a fairytale. But as I glanced back up at Crewel, I shook my head slightly in blatant disbelief, “But I’m not a model…..”

“That’s what will make these ads more unique. You aren’t a model of any sort, and yet you will be the bride for this marketing campaign and will be far more relatable to prospective brides looking for a dress.”

I had to hand it to him; he’d come prepared. And I couldn’t deny that earning some money was attractive when I considered the state Ramshackle dorm was in.

There was no telling how many repairs I’d be able to manage with whatever Crewel was willing to pay me.

“The campaign will consist of seven pictures for magazines and billboards and one video for television advertising. For each dress, you will be paired with a different groom,” He continued calmly. Clearly explaining his plan for the marketing campaign even as I weigh my options.

“Are the models of the groom’s suits going to be professional?” I tilted my head when I spoke, and he hummed in response before shaking his head. 

How he avoided sending any of his black hair into the white half of his head or vice versa was beyond me, but I didn’t question it as he responded, “Only one. As I said, there’s going to be a different model for the grooms in each image. I thought it would be more interesting to use other fresh faces for this campaign for the grooms.”

I felt my eyebrows arch, “But wouldn't it make more sense to just use one model for the suits since you’re just going to be using one for the gowns?”

Crewel frowned, a flicker of annoyance going through his gaze as his eyes met mine, and I tilted my head slightly, “That was the plan, but the candidates for modeling being how they were made things difficult.”

“And who are the candidates?” I couldn’t help the wariness that slipped into my tone, and Crewel sighed slightly before handing me a stack of pictures that was filled with familiar faces.

“They ended up being the winners. Whether they entered themselves or were entered by someone else,” As he spoke, I sifted through the pictures.

Trey, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Sebek, and Leona.

“Winners?” I echoed him amusedly, and Crewel shook his head. 

There was a perfectly annoyed expression on his face as he frowned down at the pictures in my hands, “Suffice to say they all turned it into a competition.”

I almost wanted to ask exactly how this supposed ‘competition’ went down, but thought better of it as I took a secondary glance at Crewel’s expression.

I shrugged lightly, laying the pictures down on top of the wedding sketches, “Well, I can’t really think of any reason to say no to modeling for you…”

I trailed off and Crewel nodded, back to business as usual as he collected all the papers, “Then we’ll start tomorrow.”

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[sanjoongie]

𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝐸𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽

ღPairing: Older Omega! reader (f) x Younger Alpha! Wooyoung

ღGenre: smut, angst, fluff

ღAu: a/b/o au, werewolf au, supernatural au

ღTrope: age gap, hurt/comfort

ღRated: 18+, MDNI

ღWarnings: guiding bottom dom! reader, inexperienced top sub! wooyoung, breast play, pre-ejaculation, masturbation (f&m), fingering (f), outerjob (rubbing cock against labia), penetrative sex with a condom, cum play, (not pre-negotiated) somnophilia

ღWord Count: 3,793

ღSummary: when your date stands you up, you start to believe that you're unlovable, before a young pup of an alpha decides to try to change your mind

ღAuthor's Note: I had this idea rattling in my skull for a while so I'm glad to finally finish it up for Wooyoung's birthday. To the birthday boy who deserves all the recognition in the world: i hope your heart is full of bursting on this day, so full of love and knowledge that you are loved. Keep your smile bright forever and i hope your laughter knows no bounds.

ღdivider by @cafekitsune

You sat at the bar, your heart sinking beyond repair. You had a date. Or you thought you had. The longer you waited, the more sympathetic the looks you got from the bartender. You were clearly being stood up.

You were old for an omega, you knew that. You were at the cusp of not being able to carry healthy pups. But you still remembered the days when alphas used to fight for the right to even buy you a drink.

You sighed and raised your finger to signal to the bartender that you were ready to square up your bill. Gone were those days you supposed. You would have to mentally pack away your pride and your ego and look towards perhaps the pool of older, lone wolves, who were looking for a quick hump between the sheets and give you a slap on the ass in thanks. You would have to come to terms that you wouldn't find your mate, your other half, any time soon.

“Y-you’re leaving?” A male stuttered behind you.

You turned in your bar seat to see a young male stumble forward. His eyes were intense on yours and you guessed he was an alpha. If he was a beta, he'd be fighting with meeting your gaze. 

“This bar serves me no purpose now,” You said with a sad smile. 

The pup--no he was an alpha, you shouldn't demean him that way--squared his shoulders with determination. “Perhaps I could be of service then.”

You scoffed. “I doubt it.”

The alpha frowned at you. “I could!”

Your face became open with honesty. “I offer you no insult, Alpha--”

“--my name is Wooyoung”

“Wooyoung, then. I came here to meet my date. He must have stood me up when he saw me at the bar. So unless you plan on dragging him here--”

“I can replace your date.”

That stunned you for a moment. You blinked, brain unable to absorb his words. “No, you can't,” You disagreed immediately.

The alpha swallowed but stepped forward confidently. “I'm strong. I've got stamina. I might be young and inexperienced but my enthusiasm can make up for that.”

You raised both of your eyebrows in complete surprise. “I didn't come here for a one night stand.”

Wooyoung took another step closer. His nostrils flared. “You smell ripe, like you're ready to be plucked.”

Maybe you had had too much to drink while you waited for your date, or you had grown more and more glum. “You don't want me, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung shook his head adamantly. “You're wrong. I was drawn to you the minute you entered here. I sat patiently, waiting to see if you were expecting someone. The minute I saw you squaring up the bill, I came over here.”

You felt confused. What would a young buck with much to prove want with you? You lifted your chin pridefully. “I'll not break you in only for you to leave me for a younger omega. My heart would break. If that's your plan, just please, leave me alone.”

Wooyoung whined in the back of his throat, not in desperation but in sympathy. “I promise, that is not my intention.”

Your eyes scanned Wooyoung’s face. He appeared eager; he was quivering as if he was holding himself back. More importantly, his scent didn't stink of malintent. 

“A trial, then,” You offered. 

Wooyoung nodded. “Anything. Whatever you like.”

You twisted your mouth, still unsure. “You're entirely too agreeable for an alpha, Wooyoung.”

“You smell like crisp apples and sweet wine,” Wooyoung mentioned with a half smile. 

You gasped and immediately sniffed the air but could not catch a special whiff of anything. How is it that Wooyoung seemed to smell your scent, as if you were a mate for him, but you couldn't? You had never heard of this. “Impossible.”

Wooyoung’s smile grew into a grin. “I like a challenge.”

You shook your head slowly. “That does not sound logical, nor does it sound proper. I can't allow you to throw yourself at me if I don't--”

“Please.” Wooyoung commanding bark made your back straighten to respond to an alpha. “I don't think I can let you out of my sight. My wolf is gnawing at my control right now to claim you in this bar as we speak. He's convinced you're ours. Let me--” Wooyoung closed his eyes. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth in measured breaths. “Let us show you what we can provide for you.”

You were being honest. You had not come to drink and fuck. You were unable to fuck without emotions, you had come to learn about yourself as you phased out of your early omega years. The need to find a den, to find a mate, to--you whined. You just wanted to be loved.

“Would you risk committing your heart even if there was a chance I couldn’t return it?” You asked him bluntly.

Wooyoung’s tongue played with a freckle on his lip. It seemed more like a nervous tick rather than a seduction technique. “Yes.”

“You can come back to my place then,” You finally agreed. “You can show me what you and your wolf can provide.”

That's how you found yourself sitting on your bed, legs crossed, watching with fond amusement as Wooyoung pulled his shirt off by grabbing it from behind. He stood with his baggy pants hanging off his hips, the band of his underwear peeking from under. His eyes swung as it followed the jiggling of your foot.

“Condoms are in the first drawer,” You said. You jerked your head to the direction you had provided. 

Wooyoung’s eyes moved towards the drawer but came back to your form. “I don't think--”

“I may be old but there's still a risk,” You snapped with some irritability. 

Wooyoung frowned. “You're not in heat.”

“Ah, you sweet summer child,” You sighed. You patted a spot beside you on the bed. “Come here, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung lopped over, sitting as close to you as he could. His skin burned against yours, arm to arm. 

“You're an alpha. You could trigger my heat. I'd rather have a clean fuck. There's no need to spill all of your seed--”

Wooyoung groaned. “Please, I--”

You placed a hand on Wooyoung’s thigh and it seemed to soothe him. “Show me your restraint. Show me that you can follow my lead. Show me I can trust you with my body and maybe I'll think about trusting you with my heart.”

Wooyoung licked his lips. “I can do that.”

Your hand moved up his leg and your eyes widened when you found that Wooyoung was already hard. He smiled hopefully and you felt your heart flutter from it. You lifted your hand from his cock and cupped his head instead. You licked his lip, asking for entrance and he dropped his jaw immediately. 

You hummed in approval and slanted your mouth over his to taste his mouth. His kisses were sloppy but they were eager and you felt your lower half tighten in response to that eagerness. 

Wooyoung surged forward, his nose bumping awkwardly against your cheek, but still his hand found your hair as you let him guide you to lie down. His other hand gripped your breast harshly and you hissed at the pain. 

“No, Wooyoung.” Wooyoung watched you with wide-eyed interest as your hand moved over his own. You squeezed his hand and released. “Gently, please.”

Wooyoung cocked his head. “But--”

You shook his head and his mouth snapped shut. “Pain can add to pleasure. But the pleasure has to be there first.”

Wooyoung was either inexperienced or no one had bothered to tell him he was doing it wrong, with his sharp jaw and pretty doe eyes. Still, he picked things up quickly, you noted with pride. In no time at all, he had you moaning as he licked one nipple and played a dull fingernail around the areola of your other, your blouse partway unbuttoned and the bra pushed up. You watched his eyes sharpen with mischief and his teeth gently bite down on your pert nipple. 

You pressed your lips inwards and nodded in approval. “Just like that, Woo--young!” You drew out the last syllable of his name as he pulled your nipple outwards with his teeth. 

Wooyoung whimpered at your praise and thrusted his pelvis against your leg. “I’m--I need--oh god--”

Wooyoung let out the most delicious, delectable, delightful cry as he came in his pants after a few thrusts. He whimpered against your breast, rubbing his cheek against it, as he rode out his high and then sighed. 

“Oh, Wooyoung,” You said his name in sympathy. 

You untangled yourself from Wooyoung’s heavy body and got up to wet a washcloth. You pulled down his pants and underwear and helped clean him up. Wooyoung lazily licked his lips and watched with hooded eyes as you took care of him. The entire time his cock did not soften and it made you excited even though he had come prematurely.  

“I can go again,” Wooyoung assured you.

You chuckled under your breath. “I can see that.” You reached over for the previously mentioned condom and ripped it open with help from your teeth.

“Let--” Wooyoung hissed as you gripped the base of his cock. “Let me!” he insisted. 

You held the tip of the condom between your thumb and forefinger, frozen in the moment from his alpha command. “What’s wrong, Wooyoung? Afraid you’ll come again when I put the condom on you?”

Wooyoung whined in the back of his throat. “Don’t tease me!”

You wiggled the condom until Wooyoung put out his hand so that you could drop it. “As you wish, Alpha.”

Wooyoung rolled the condom down his cock and you nodded in approval. The pretty blue against his dark skin was very complimenting. You ditched your tight pleather skirt and underwear, keeping on the see-through blouse and black bra that Wooyoung had not managed to get you to ditch previously. You moved to your hands and knees on your bed and turned to look over your shoulder. “I’m ready.”

“You want me to mount you from behind?” Wooyoung whined. “That's the mating position. With a condom?”

You shook your head. Your instincts were really messing with you. You turned around, placing your ass on the sheets and propped yourself up with your arms. Your legs were spread, knees bent and inviting. “Show me what you’ve got, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung shuffled until he knelt between your legs. He aimed his cockhead to your entrance and looked at you expectantly from under his brow. 

“Rub against me first, Woo,” You instructed him. 

Wooyoung pushed his lips inwards, nodding and began to rock himself against your lower lips. Your hips jerked at the feeling of his cock against your clit and Wooyoung smiled in satisfaction. “Like that?” He asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in confirmation. “Just like that.”

Once you started to clench around nothing, however, as Wooyoung got a rhythm going, the young alpha began to whine. “Please, can I fuck you?” he asked. 

You tried really hard to suppress your laughter in order to not hurt his pride but he really was fucking cute like this. “Push into me, go ahead,” you said with a jerk of your chin. 

You both groaned as Wooyoung filled you up full tilt. You wrapped your arms and your legs around Wooyoung to bring him closer to your body. With little to no room to move, Wooyoung’s hips jerked as he attempted to fuck you. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips with his movements, enjoying some friction of Wooyoung’s pelvis against yours. 

“Oh yes Wooyoung feels good,” You moaned, enjoying the feel of your climax build. “You’re such a good boy.”

“Fuck,” Wooyoung whined at your praise and then his hips stilled inside you again. 

You let him ride his climax, feeling his cock jerking inside of you as he spurted inside of the condom. “ ‘snot fair,” he pouted, mouthing at your neck. “You squeeze me too good.”

After discarding the condom, you patted his shoulder in assurance. “Come on, pup, I’ll show you what to do to make me feel good.”

That’s how Wooyoung ended up crouched between your legs, watching adamantly as you stroke your finger over your clit. He drank in your pace, how you begin by circling but then press much harder once your clit is swollen. He licked his lips, as if he wanted to eat you out, but you decided that was next level to what he was capable of currently. 

“Don’t,” Wooyoung put his hand on top of yours and your fingers halted at his soft alpha bark. “I want to be the one.”

You switched positions, Wooyoung’s arms wrapped around you so that you could show him exactly how to curl his fingers inside of you. He was eager to learn still and would catch on quite quickly, enough to make you surprised at how soon enough, you were moaning at the build up of your climax once again. 

“Yeah, right there Wooyoung, yeah yeah YEAH!” Your hips lift up and soon your climax washed through your nerves, lighting them up with pleasure. 

You can feel Wooyoung rutting against you from behind as you come down from your high. “Wanna feel you clench around my cock. Please,” He added belatedly. 

You turned around in his grasp and pushed him into your bed. “You’re going to ride me?” He squeaked in surprise. 

“Have you not let anyone before?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

Wooyoung shook his head. “No, mostly everyone just lays there waiting for me to fuck them.”

You snorted. “Well this omega knows what she wants.”

Another condom was donned, this one pink. You couldn't help but admire the way Wooyoung was still hard, lying on his back on your bed. His eyes studied you and you couldn't help but feel good at being the object of his desire, tonight. 

This time, while straddling his hips, you work him into you, enjoying the foreplay of his tip in and out of you until your body adjusts to the intrusion. You don’t let yourself rest with Wooyoung fully inside of you, however. You start to wave your body above him. 

You grab Wooyoung’s hands and he squeezes gently, thumbs flicking over your nipples. You lock your hands over his, enjoying the feel of his hands on you. The view of his hands on you isn’t so bad either. 

At this angle, the tip of Wooyoung had the perfect opportunity to rub against your g-spot. Once you started to feel the urge for more pleasure, you got on the balls of your feet and started to bounce. You braced your weight against Wooyoung’s stomach and instructed him to flex his pelvis muscles. The minute he did, you gasped as this allowed some far greater pleasure. 

“You gotta be good for me, sweet pup,” You coached Wooyoung as his hands gripped your thighs. “You gotta hold back.”

Wooyoung’s face screwed up, and he breathed deeply out of his nose. “But it feels so good!”

You slowed your pace, if only to lean down and run a hand over his face to reassure him. “It’ll feel so much better when I’m clenching around you. You want me to come first this time, right? You wanna make your omega come?”

Wooyoung whined, leaning into your touch. “I wanna feel you come around my cock.”

You swallowed hard, hearing those words from his lips felt like sin. “You can do it, Woo, you can hold back for me.”

Wooyoung’s noises of pleasure and frustration filled the room. It sounded like he wanted to come so badly. He whimpered and growled, but he held back as you picked up your pace, bouncing on his flexed pelvic muscles. 

“Al-almost there, Woo--young!” You gasped out, feeling your climax gain some leeway.

This time Wooyoung mirrored the position he took you the first time, locking his arms behind your back, keeping you chest to chest, as he fucked up into your wet pussy. Your moans come out in vibrated ‘yeah’s’ until finally your climax bursts through you. Wooyoung gasped, feeling your pussy walls clench around him and then he was emptying out into the condom once again. 

“That…was…perfect…Wooyoung,” You panted, head tucked in between his shoulder and his neck.

After countless rounds of sex, your climax finally took you out. You fell asleep to the feeling of Wooyoung inside of you and the content smile on your face said it all. 

You’re not sure how long you sleep but you are sure what woke you up: Wooyoung’s whining. You felt his rough tongue around your nipple and smiled to yourself. The alpha was simply insatiable and you cannot find yourself upset that he was using your body for his pleasure once again. 

Your body bounced with the consistency of jerking off. Wooyoung had come three times and still he was reaching for a forth with his hand. You were starting to think you could get used to this. Wooyoung hissed your name, his body quivering against you, and you realize that he’s come now. 

You opened your mouth to tease him gently but are surprised when you feel his fingers prod your entrance. He pushed into you seamlessly, pumping two fingers in and out. Your hips react to the pleasure, thrusting upwards.

“That’s it Sweetheart, take my fucking fingers, god you’re so responsive, even when you’re asleep,” Wooyoung moaned. 

Wooyoung took his time, using his fingers to get you off. Your mouth makes a silent ‘o’ and you come to the tender lovemaking of your new lover. Perhaps you could get used to a man looking to pleasure you despite not receiving something from you in return. 

“That’s it. Be a good omega and take all my cum inside of you.”

Your eyes snapped open. Wooyoung’s face is covered in a satisfied smirk. You looked down to your open legs and find that Wooyoung’s fingers are covered in a white substance and that is not your own. 

“Wooyoung!” You shouted, scaring Wooyoung out of his bliss. 

Wooyoung’s eyes widened, realization hitting him that you had consistently told him to wear a condom that night. “I-I’m sorry, my instincts came over me, I couldn't help myself!”

You pulled your sheet over your body and pulled away from Wooyoung. “I want you to leave my home immediately.”

Wooyoung’s lips wobbled precociously. “I’m sorry, please!”

“I told you, you could enact my heat! I don’t want to bring pups in this world with a casual lover, are you fucking kidding me, Wooyoung?” You felt hot tears fall down your face and you dash them away angrily. “I knew I should have never taken in such an inexperienced alpha. Leave. Now. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“No,” Wooyoung said in the most broken-hearted voice you had ever heard. “You still smell like crisp apples and sweet wine to me.”

“I don’t care!” You yelled. “Go!”

The next couple days are filled with anxiety and sorrow. You were terrified of getting pregnant from Wooyoung fingerfucking you with his cum. The sorrow came from the wolf song that you heard outside your place day and night. Wooyoung was lamenting that you banished him from your life. You had warned him about risking his heart. He had smelled the scent of his mate and you had not. This was turning out exactly as you had feared.

Finally, when the moon was but a sliver in the sky, you had enough. The pregnancy scare had passed, you did not get put into heat, so you came out to confront Wooyoung.

The minute you stepped out your door, there was Wooyoung. His eyes are sunken and dull. He looks like he’s been through hell and back. “Sweetheart,” he whined, gripping the hem of his shirt tightly between white-knuckled fists. 

“Wooyoung, this has got to stop!” You insisted.

“Please, I want to apologize and make things right,” Wooyoung said with a desperate tone. “I can’t bear to be far away from you, don’t send me away.”

“I’m not pregnant. You didn’t ignite my heat. Your responsibility is done.” You wave your hand away as if to dismiss the alpha. 

“I can be a good boy!” Wooyoung cried out, snatching up both your hands. “I know I can do it.”

You try to pull your hands back but Wooyoung isn’t relenting. “You’re too young, Woo, you can’t control yourself. And that’s fine. Just not with me.”

Wooyoung stomped his foot in frustration. “I can't help it if all my instincts howl to fill you full of my cum and make you mine,” he snarled.

You both stared at each other, surprised at Wooyoung’s outburst. You cautiously sniffed the air, confused as to how Wooyoung recognized you as mate and not… you swallowed nervously. 

Wooyoung hung his head dejectedly in response to your silence. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop bothering you.”

“You smell like cotton candy and campfires,” You spilled out suddenly. 

Wooyoung froze, as if he was afraid to disturb your words. “You smell me now?”

“Do you still smell me?” You wondered. 

“Your scent is permanently etched into my olfactory sense,” Wooyoung growled lowly and then he whined. 

“Well, I guess, perhaps--”

Whatever you had been stumbling through was cut off as Wooyoung gripped your head and slammed his mouth against yours. His kiss was so eager, full of tongue and teeth, that you felt yourself melt into him. Why was he like this? It was as if he was made for you, like he was your--

“Wait, Wooyoung, you don’t want me!” You attempted to protest one more time, your insecurities bleeding out. You didn’t want someone like him to be chained to you. “I’m not--”

“You're my enough,” Wooyoung panted, pressing his forehead to yours. “Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t care. You’re what I need.”

The last bit of resistance you had for this bond dissolved. Your heart seemed to burst from the acknowledgement. And your wolf peaked out from behind where you kept her. With Wooyoung’s stamina, you could have pups growing in weeks, perhaps even--

Wooyoung whimpered. “We need to get inside or I’m going to ravage you in front of the woods.”

You pressed your legs together. God, your body wanted him so badly. “Can you make it that far?” You teased. “As I recall--”

Wooyoung snatched up your hand and began to drag you back to your place. “I’m gonna make you mine over every inch of your home. And then twice over again,” He swore.

At least you knew that was a promise he could keep.

[homestead-akatsuka]

"Good day, grasshopper!"

for the first time ever, i - nephilapothecary 'trout' homestead-akatsuka - have finished a ref, and i want to crumble into dust

would you believe this is a 'cover page' ref? as in the actual ref i posted as a wip isn't even done? and neither are joro's expression sheets nor design notes done? sigh... long long way to go!

more info of joro and other credits under the cut because i'm scared of long posts. by long, i MEAN long i am very sorry in advance.

'name' ✧ Mai/Mugi Jorō (麦 ジョロ—) age ✧ late 20s to 30s (generally a good two years older than the sextuplets for reference) height ✧ 4'11 / 151cm birthday ✧ March 14 nationality ✧ Singaporean, Chinese (Cantonese/Hokkien) gender ✧ Non-binary pronouns ✧ They/He/She – doesn't mind any pronouns, but generally prefers them in the order shown. orientation ✧ Sapphic/Lesbian, Polyamorous, Demisexual voice-claims ✧ Saiga Mitsuki (JPN), Stephanie Beatriz (ENG)

playlist ✧ "And the sunshine greets you again, my scarab!" (to specify, the voice-claims for both JPN and ENG are Rika from Pokemon Horizons and Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99 respectively!)

Jorō is the current and only farmer that owns the now-revitalised land on the outskirts of Akatsuka Ward, the quaint Furusato Homestead (故郷農場). Without so much as a tie to the country, it seems as if they've appeared out of nowhere.

They are known by quite a few of the seniors in Akatsuka Ward, though mostly by the stay-at-home parents and local cooks. They make a decent living off of their crops and own a reliable little flock of hens and wild geese, with barn cats that seemed to settle in of their own accord.

One of the few friendlier citizens quickly become a familiar face to them; Jorō becomes fast friends with Matsuyo, someone who frequents their produce at the farmers' market - the fact that Jorō never charges all that much and looks way too young to be a farmer must have drawn Matsuyo in out of curiosity. They see her almost like a second mother, with her kind words and reassuring smile, whose meetings at the markets sometimes come with little gifts of food. Their meetings with Matsuyo soon extend beyond exchanging produce and small talk, and Jorō's presence in the Matsuno household become known to the sextuplets living there. Well, the few instances of their name are accompanied only with a healthy dose of motherly nagging.

A collective decision to put a stop to this endless harassment from their mother, the sextuplets attempt to confront them - and hopefully, scare them off so they wouldn't have to hear about getting jobs again.

An... unfortunate incident leads to a very rocky first impression of Jorō, but the lot of them sort it out in due time.

In the present, the idiosyncratic farmer finds themselves to be good friends with all six of the Matsuno brothers, each with their own little oddities. They are especially fond of the second, fourth, and fifth brothers: Karamatsu, their go-to buddy for so-bad-its-good western movies and playful, sometimes heartfelt talks. Ichimatsu, their quiet companion whose candid - and also morbid - conversations make for great company. And Jyushimatsu, an almost-rabid ball of energy who never gives them a day of mundanity.

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Jorō's personality and looks are a strange mismatch. Covered neck-down in intricate tattoos of insects and botanical illustrations, one would assume them to assert themselves like a delinquent would, or at least assertively enough to give off a threatening aura, even at a glance. This could not be further from the truth.

They carry themselves with an air of whimsy and have a level-headed mindset. Jorō's language, though warm and homely, can sometimes seem eccentric - choosing to refer to their friends with insect-related terms of endearment and speaking almost in roundabout manners. They rarely hold grudges, but have learnt to be quite wary of people who they find to be shady or untrustworthy. Despite the mellow persona they hold, if they ever aren't being taken seriously, they can and will make their stance clear as day, through words or force. A very 'do no harm, take no shit' attitude. Don't worry though, they're very placid most times.

Jorō comes off as polite and charming to acquaintances, but by god, do they have a potently concentrated ball of anxiety hidden in deep layers within their heart. They easily tire when they're around unfamiliar people, having to keep up the cool, composed act and having to figure out what to say to certain people so they don't come off as impolite or strange. Around friends, they loosen up quite easily and can get a little vulgar. They mean well, it's just natural habit to swear.

A hoarder of hobbies, the king of trinkets. They have a dedicated room for their old, current, and transient hobbies, as well as display shelves for all the little items they collect. You can find quite a lot of stuff in there; guzhengs, violins, embroidery, pottery wheels and more. Their current interests lie heavily in the arts and sciences, mostly illustrations, insect identification, and insect pinning. They love beetle fighting but only ever conduct it under very strict, specific circumstances – they despise hurting beetles for entertainment, and would rather have them fight naturally than force it.

An individual with a vested interest in entomology, environmental sciences, native biodiversity, and ecology. They've earned a Bachelor's Degree in Science and minored in entomology in Australia, they WILL talk your ear off about insects do NOT mention insects around them you will REGRET IT.

Jorō Trivia 𓆣

✧ They speak English, Japanese, German, Mandarin, and some Cantonese! It's mostly swears for Cantonese but they can also converse in it too.

✧ Aside from the Matsuno family, they're cloae buddies with Chibita! They sell daikon and fresh eggs to them and accepts coupons for free oden sometimes.

✧ They hand-embroider a lot of their shoes and pants! A habit they developed from their university days, in which they'd cover all the accidental acid spills and bleach stains with floral and insect motifs.

✧ Their parents enrolled them into a lot of extracurriculars as a kid, so they end up being decent at a lot of things; first aid, singing, violin, guzheng, etc. They're no master though.

✧ A lot of animals seem docile around them. They've managed to befriend a family of geese on their property, formed an alliance with the feral barn cats that take residence in their shed, and somehow managed to figure out a compromise between the crows that always want a bite of their crops. How they do it, nobody knows.

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god okay I took a LOT of inspiration from @/puffpawstries and @/flowerakatsuka's refs for honno and kuroba respectively, my apologies if i might have mirrored a few things too much GWAHAH

my style's usually quite clashing with the ososan style but i think i managed to balance it! here's the blue linework version even though it's. ngl it's a lil ugly HAHAGSJ

falls over and turns to dust

[signfromeywa]

Finally finished the character sheet from Nanira! 🥰💜

Nanira is a beautiful Reef Na'vi who is courted by many Na'vi men. She enjoys spending a few intimate moments with the opposite sex, but doesn't want to commit to anyone. She is often underestimated because of her beauty when it comes to her fighting skills, which she likes to exploit shamelessly. Nevertheless, she is extremely charming and friendly and approaches other Na'vi with warmth and kindness.

More Lore and backstory:

Nanira was born with her sister Zoa of @furiouspersonakitten into a Reef Na'vi clan that had long suffered at the hands of humans and whalers. When Nanira was 14 and her little sister only 3 years old, the humans attacked the Na'vi tribe and put an end to the long war between the clan and the whalers. In this rather unfair battle, Nanira's parents were also killed and Nanira, who was left behind with her little sister, suddenly had to fight for both of their lives. Although Nanira herself was completely traumatized, she had to take care of her beloved little sister and be strong. She fled with her to the Metkayina, who lovingly took the two girls in. After this incident, Nanira decided to become a strong warrior and was taught by Tonowari herself. Ronal, who had two small children of her own, helped Nanira to learn how to look after a small child. As a result, Nanira grew up very close to the two of them. Of course, Nanira has not yet overcome her trauma, even if you wouldn't notice it in her everyday life. She hates humans more than anything and is blind to the fact that not all humans are evil, because in her eyes she considers them to be real demons and denies them humanity. She is very much out for revenge. This also blinds her when her sister later befriends the Sully children and even Spider.

I hope you like her :3

[hearted-anon]

Sick days

Words: 1,037

Note: them

Requested by: @itzsana-kiddingmenow

T/w: none

Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary

Lee: Minho

Ler: Jisung

"I'm not hungry." Were the only three words needed to set alarm bells echoing in Jisung's head, fingers curling around the doorframe tighter as he looked at the elder in nothing short of concern. Mere moments ago, he had been raving about a new Japanese food store that sold pudding, practically bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get Jisung to hurry up and finish his work so they could both try it together. However, the moment he had hurriedly rushed to put on random clothes that made him look like a fashion designer's model, hat practically tipping over and covering his eyes, Minho had abruptly changed his mind, not even sparing him a glance.

"Are you sure? I might just go by myself and eat some good pudding~" Han coaxes, even wiggling his eyebrows, shuffling his arms side to side with a small smile. Despite all of it, Lee Know remained radio silent, pursing his lips into a thin line with the younger's silly actions. Noticing that his usual go-to cheer me up wasn’t working at all, he climbs onto the soft bed, hearing it creak and the sheets dip beneath him earning a wince from the quokka. He moves his face in an attempt to see eye to eye with the older, but each time he gets even into his peripheral view, Lee Know instantly turns his head to the other side, as if trying to hide something.

"C'mon, what's got you so down? Did I do something wrong?" Jisung bites his lip anxiously, his upbeat attitude beginning to fade down with the somber atmosphere, deflating like a balloon that just got popped. Finally locking eyes with the ace, Minho brings him into a tight hug, but the unrelenting silence bothers the quokka, nonetheless. It wasn't till he felt fingers gripping the back of his shirt tighter and tighter did he realise that there was indeed something wrong, just that the elder wasn't exactly ready to spill the beans yet. The least Jisung could do was provide some kind of support, tugging him closer, rubbing his back in small circles, whispering reassurances into his ear, he tried and did everything.

"I don't know, I just... don't feel good," Minho starts off with a shaky breath, pouting slightly when he's pulled out of the younger's shoulder, feeling a palm press to his forehead. Jisung winces at the sudden heat it produces, it was no wonder why Minho felt suspiciously hot when they were hugging. Bringing a thermometer over from the nightstand, it was then proven true that the older had come down with a fever, staring at the sign of 40 degrees Celsius with an almost disappointed gaze. Being pushed back onto the bed tenderly, Han practically teleports around the house, speeding around with medicine and water in hand that nearly split all over the floor from how fast he was running.

"You and I both know you're sick, so please take this," Jisung chided, holding a spoonful of fever meds right to the elder's lips, who stubbornly refused, pushing away his wrist like a petulant child. Softening his gaze, he decided to try another tactic, fingers skittering up Minho's side while the other still held the spoon. Knowing the dancer, his lips immediately parted in a fit of breathless giggles, shaking his head as he stamped his feet on the bed. Seizing the opportunity, he smoothly slid the syrup between his lips, smiling tenderly when the elder's face scrunched from the bitter taste.

"Alright, have some water," Handing him a small glass of water, that Lee Know gladly chugged down in a matter of seconds, he whined and shoved at the younger's hands when he held a fever patch over his forehead, clearly wanting to deny any sort of babying treatment he was getting.

"Jisuhuhung! Nohoho!" Minho got out through strained giggles when nails scraped over his stomach, melodic laughter ringing throughout the room while Han struggled a ton trying to paste the patch onto the dancer's forehead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard a tiny wince emit from below him feeling the sudden cold against his body.

"You just love being so stubborn, don't you?" Jisung tuts in faux disappointment, scribbling both his hands over Lee Know's stomach now that they were free, watching in endearment when the elder weakly paws at his hands in an attempt to rid the tingles on his body, which obviously didn't work in his sick state.

"Ehehe! Quhuhuit it!" Minho barks, but it holds now bite as he falls back against the bed, kicking his feet like a child, it was the only thing he could do given his situation. Cooing in adoration, Han can't resist the temptation to pinch one of his cheeks, watching how the skin turned a bright red. Not from pain, but from how flustered the elder was at being treated as such.

"Nohoho more! Tohoho much!" Jisung lets up immediately hearing his tiny cry, not without one last scratch over his side, watching as he jerked away from the hand. He watches the older slowly melt back into the bed, quietly catching his breath. He almost jumps off the bed when he feels a hand on his back but comes to lean into it like a needy cat when it rubs his spine in soothing, tight circles. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Han continues the comforting ministrations, humming a tune under his breath and noticing how fast Minho seemed to knock himself out to the singing and massage.

Pulling a blanket over the elder, he takes just a sneaky photo, sending it over to the members who gave all their best wishes to the snoring bunny, especially a concerned maknae who spammed the chat with crying emojis upon reading the message.

When Lee Know awoke later in the day, he was surprised to find his nightstand adorned with a pack of pudding, along with a bright pink sticky note that read, "Get better soon: from Jisung and Jeongin". It definitely made him feel lots better, no longer feeling hot from the lingering fever, but from the fuzzy feelings that wrapped around his heart.

[weptsorrow]

“ of course i did! what was i going to get you, a bowl of instant noodles? please, ” he insisted, hooking a foot around the leg of the small bedside table and pulled it over so it sat right in front of till. everything that he'd gotten him was settled atop the wooden surface, with ivan having half a mind to sit on the floor rather than on the bed next to till. but in the end, he decided against it, with till wordlessly inviting him to join him. “ you haven't eaten in over three days— you need something nutritious. ”

he sat cross-legged atop the mattress, eyes beginning to wander around the near-empty room. if it were up to ivan, he'd say this looked more akin to prison. even his own room had a bit of a more cozy feeling to it. he glanced over the papers strewn about, recognizing them as various sketches ( mostly mizi— never ivan ) and music sheets...

... right.

it was yesterday that he'd been handed the music sheets and lyrics to the song he and till were meant to sing in their upcoming round. he felt... something. upon first laying his eyes on it. he didn't know what that emotion was, but it made him feel like his heart was getting twisted. ivan knew that song, perhaps better than any of the others. quietly, he'd hoped they'd get to sing this one... but now that the day was drawing near, he wasn't so sure anymore. was he getting nervous?

the sheet of paper in question sat folded neatly in his back pocket; he'd clung to it like a lifeline, never letting go. this will be your next song, make sure to practise well. and please pass this copy onto till when you next see him, was what he'd been told. them simply taking advantage of their proximity so they didn't have to keep an eye on till when he finally woke up... whether or not they practised together was up to them. naturally, ivan wanted to, but he didn't feel like bringing up this topic to till. not yet.

“ haha, you're just saying that, but i'm sure you'll just scarf it all up once you realize just how hungry you are, ” he laughed softly, turning his attention back to till. a moment had passed where they simply exchanged looks, ivan's smile only widening. “ tell you what, ” since till was being so stubborn, “ i'll eat what you don't finish, deal? ”

“ ... by the way. did you hear me sing? ” it kept nagging at him in the back of his mind; realistically, he knew better. that the answer was no; after all, ivan had been a witness to till getting knocked unconscious. but still... he couldn't help but hope.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his  thoughts  jumble  in  a  chaotic  spiral,  but  ivan  speaks,  and  suddenly  they  clear,  annoyance  —  anger  —  taking  their  place.  things  have  always  been  hot  and  cold  with  the  other  man,  one  moment,  they're  quietly  sitting  together,  at  peace,  and  the  next,  ivan  is  pilfering  his  belongings,  poking  at  him  until  they  fought,  or  brashly  stomping  on  whatever  meagre  peace  offerings  till  had  dared  to  extend.  even  as  ivan  insists  that  he's  worried,  he  does  it  with  a  smile,  his  tone  too  cheerful,  too  light  for  the  weight  of  their  predicament.  they're  going  to  die  in  a  few  days  —  is  he  incapable  of  caring,  or  is  this  just  another  of  the  many  things  that  don't  bother  ivan ?  when  he  offers  to  carry  till,  the  younger  answers  with  a  sharp  glare,  but  when  ivan  steadies  him  further,  his  arm  tightening  possessively  around  his  waist,  till  allows  it.  maybe  it's  himself  that's  hot  and  cold.  probably,  he  admits  bitterly;  urak  never  hesitates  to  remind  him  of  that.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛❛  i'm  fine.  ❜❜  the  words  come  clipped,  defensive,  but  his  legs  still  feel  like  jelly  beneath  him.  ivan  squeezes  his  hand  too  tight,  enough  to  draw  a  flicker  of  irritation,  but  till  grudgingly  accepts  it,  thankful  to  be  kept  upright.  falling  to  the  ground  —  even  if  it's  merely  soft  grass  —  would  be  enough  for  till  to  give  up  walking  entirely.  it  would  be  an  admission  of  defeat,  of  fragility,  and  he  doesn't  think  he  could  handle  that,  not  now.  if  ivan  hadn't  been  there  all  those  times  before...  till  huffs,  cutting  off  the  thought  before  it  drags  him  to  places  he  doesn't  wish  to  linger.  he  pointedly  ends  their  small  talk  there.  if  ivan  wants  to  talk  more,  he  can  wait  until  everything  in  till's  system  is  out,  or  at  least  until  he  can  hold  on  to  a  train  of  thought  without  it  splintering.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎squeezing  teal  hues  shut,  as  he  pushes  silver  hair  from  his  eyes,  revealing  the  bandages  still  tightly  wrapped.  beneath  ivan's  soft  fingers,  his  head  pounds  faintly.  if  he  opens  his  eyes,  maybe  they'll  be  backstage  again  —  ivan  dressed  in  black,  walking  away  as  till  promises  to  see  him  in  round  six. 

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎by  the  time  the  sensation  of  gentle  fingers  on  his  skin  is  gone,  till  knows  he's  been  left  alone  for  the  better  part  of  an  hour,  drifting  somewhere  between  sleep  and  a  hazy  state  that  isn't  quite  consciousness.  at  least  his  head  feels  a  little  better,  though  his  thoughts  flicker.  they  dance  around  ivan,  urak,  and  mizi,  settling  nowhere...

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎blinking  his  eyes  open,  he  stays  lying  down,  lazily  watching  the  door  open.  only  when  ivan  approaches  the  bed,  food  in  hand,  does  till  force  himself  to  sit  up.  right,  food.  he  hasn't  eaten  since...  the  day  before  the  first  rounds,  he  thinks,  though  time  has  blurred  together  into  something  unrecognizable.  his  stomach  churns.  ❛❛  you  didn't  have  to  cook.  ❜❜  till  speaks,  motioning  for  the  other  to  sit.  his  voice  is  hoarse,  uneven,  the  act  of  speaking  requires  more  energy  than  he's  willing  to  give.  he  forgot  they're  allowed  to  do  that  —  cook.  he'd  received  a  permanent  ban  from  the  kitchen  when  he  was  fourteen.  hurting  himself  with  a  freshly  sharpened  knife  and  threatening  to  hurt  others  had  been  a  sure-fire  way  of  never  being  allowed  back  in.  the  memory  stings,  but  it's  dulled  by  time,  by  exhaustion,  by  everything  else  crowding  his  mind.  he  vaguely  recalls  ivan  returning  from  some  modeling  thing  while  till  was  still  in  the  infirmary  —  it  always  seemed  that  he  got  hurt  whenever  the  older  wasn't  around,  as  though  ivan's  presence  itself  was  some  invisible  safeguard.

‎ ‎ ‎till  sighs,  finally  focusing  on  the  food  presented,  his  brows  furrow.  it  looks...  good.  more  than  good,  really.  it  smells  nice,  too,  and  he  hasn't  eaten  a  proper  meal  in  a  while.  his  stomach  protests  its  neglect  with  a  low  grumble,  which  till  stubbornly  ignores,  his  gaze  catching  on  the  solitary  pair  of  chopsticks.  ❛❛  you  should  get  another  pair.  i  can't  eat  all  of  this.  ❜❜

[unagidevi]

Casimir is Whimsical Dreamswap Dream, he also goes by Cas or Mir. I don't know his species exactly but he owns the JR organization. Again, he and Ink work together as the only two creatures in the JR.

Azebans name stayed the same, and this is Cross. He also cab be called Az or Azzy. He's an albino raccoon who loves food, mostly any chips or hotdogs. Error and Nightmare are still in works, but he is the middle member to join Nightmare.

[puffpawstries]

🍊Honno updated ref🍊

Extra info below!!

More Character detail/info for Honno + Expression sheet Voice Claim links: JPN VC - ENG VC Honno + Ship Playlist: Honno / Hanichi Want to thank @/flowerakatsuka for helping me out with finding the fonts I wouldn't have been able to finish this ref update without their help so thank you!! Plus this was also Inspired by your Kuroba Ref as well and also the Osomatsu-san Movie site

[penguins-on-bikes]

The insert song from the epilogue, titled "irreplaceable days," was just so sweet that I got the urge to make sheet music for a solo piano arrangement of it. The Romanized title is just "Houseki no Hibi"

[spacedlexi]

"wow you draw so clean!!" its a curse but thanks

[daxite]

i have barely posted about her but finally got kat's ref done lol, still need to finish her toyhouse and then i'll get around to sherry's ref

[broncoburro]

Finishing up refs because ARTFIGHT OH MY GOD. The world's most awkward gentleman first, of course.

[steakout-05]

something that had always been really frustrating for me when i was still in math classes in school was trying to watch the teacher actually work the problem out on the board and still not understanding wtf was happening. for some context, i heavily suspect that i have some form of dyscalculia because math and numbers literally do not compute properly in my brain. it'd be too long to explain the full extent of my possible dyscalculia here but math literally does the mental equivalent of maxing out the CPU power and memory of a computer to the point where it freezes and lags to my brain.

math class was always stressful for me because no matter what i did and how much progress i made, there was always a lack of understanding i had when it came to trying to work any math problem out long term and remembering anything. it felt like there was always something i was missing, so when the time came for the teacher to explain and go through a math problem step-by-step on the whiteboard, i made sure i paid as much attention to it as humanly possible as child-to-teenager me could muster and even then i still did not understand how the fuck they solved it, all because of one thing: the teacher pulling a random number completely out of their ass that happened to be the key to solving the problem.

like. i don't think i can illustrate how frustrating and isolating this was to experience with words alone. here i was, paying as much attention as i physically could, trying my damned hardest to memorise each individual step and calculation in order to understand how to get from point A to point B. everything made perfect sense up until the teacher suddenly stops for a second and writes a seemingly completely unrelated number there with no context as to why it's there in the first place, and then, in that singular moment, everything immediately comes crumbling down and i'm left completely confused. and somehow, everyone else around me perfectly understands it except me. like. imagine sitting there, giving the teacher all the attention you possibly could, literally watching and studying their hand movements just to understand every single step, only to be even more confused than your classmates, who you're pretty sure were half-asleep during the explanation, who also say they understand how the teacher came to that conclusion. what. the actual fuck.

when i try to explain how infinitely confusing and irritating this was for me, i'm reminded of a quote from that video Patricia Taxxon made about DHMIS: "The rug is pulled again ... There was never any hope of following the thread, understanding is impossible.". even when i was literally trying my best to possibly follow anything that was happening, the rug still gets pulled out from under my feet and i'm sent all the way back to square one of not understanding a single thing and being confused again. all because the teacher didn't explicitly explain how they got that random number that was apparently singlehandedly necessary for solving the equation and where they got it from, apart from that place being from literally fucking nowhere.

it's really no wonder that i eventually stopped giving a shit about paying attention in math class, because even when i was, it was still daunting and incomprehensible as always. why bother trying anymore when trying still gets you nowhere? trying to ask the teacher where they got that number from was an impossible to understand task as well, as their either snapped back with a "well you should have been paying attention" (even though i WAS but whatever) or they do explain that they added the first two numbers from the equation together or something, but now i'm wondering why they didn't just explain that in the first place like they did with everything else instead of seemingly just assuming everyone would know to do that.

by the way, if i had to give an estimate, my math ability is probably still at like. a 5th grader's level at best. so uh. yeah it's not good. still, it is kinda funny to me though, not only because i do find a bit of humour in the situation, but also because some people are often so quick to judge someone's intelligence purely based on their mathematical abilities alone. like. the idea of someone calling me dumb for still needing to do addition with my fingers despite the fact that my reading and language levels are considered above average is really funny to me lmaooo