#You the reader can be her pet goth in a different kind of way.

[blackwaxidol]

I think what I like about La'zaar's disguise is selling the "taking the prince of darkness for a day out" point I made a while ago.

Put him in the pit for enrichment purposes, please...

[dollcherray]

Hey, i have request for tadc, how would they react to a witch? İ like to think that they have witch beauty too like this in photo, maybe spider webs accessories for her witch hat and tight dress, like... Long gloves, heart shapes dress neckline for attractive and long tight skirt, i would love to think that she is goth and have black lipstick with smooky eyes? And maybe her favourite films is... Love witch? Maybe girl interrupted

۶♡ৎ GENESIS ๋࣭ ⭑

ᛝྀི "WITCH" READER X TADC CREW

۶ৎ ๋࣭ ⭑Notes: THE WOMAN IN THE PIC IS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF?? anyways, here ya go hun :3 reader is gn!! Jax bullies you (typical Jax) kind of short in pomni's part, i use They/them with Zooble, this is like the only fic i did cuz i had something special to attend to today lololol (not proofread)

₊˚⊹♡ Type: headcanons, romantic/platonic (mostly platonic), chaotic fluff.

✮⋆˙ Song: my girlfriend is a witch

꩜.ᐟ CAINE

۶ৎ He's mildly bothered, Caine believes your hobbies are kind of inappropriate, the circus is for all ages and your habits are not appropriate for the children to see!

۶ৎ But when you explain to him what witchcraft actually is, he would be very invested in you, he thinks you would come in handy for some special in house adventures, especially halloween ones!

۶ৎ Caine wouldn't really engage with you to he your friend or anything, hes an AI people, its kind of hard for him to want to have any desires of wanting to have friendships, he's solemnly programmed to run the circus and keep the members brains stimulated!

۶ৎ Probably keeps an extra eye on you because of your special habits, which is stupid but it's Caine, once he has an idea on his head, its hard to take it off.

ᯓ★ JAX

۶ৎ Would 100% call you emo, edgelord or something between these lines, lol, everytime Jax sees someone wearing more than 3 black pieces of clothing hes finna tease them with the same overused "emo" joke hahaha omg Jax you're so funny, got the whole squad laughing (😐)

۶ৎ He can't really use plastic insects to prank you because you'll probably steal it to use it as a accessory or as decoration for your own and that's honestly his pet peeve because he got too used to people getting mad or at least a bit uncomfortable with his pranks.

۶ৎ Still, he would try to tease alot by calling you pet names (like i said) mocking your style, your makeup, EVERYTHING, if he can make a joke out of anything from you he WILL make it.

۶ৎ Your option of clothing is something that he specifically likes to pick on you for, calling you "old" because you "dress like a grandma" HE JUST WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

۶ৎ He asked if you were satanist once because of your witchcraft habits.

۶ৎ Please catch a spell on him to shut up.

۶ৎ In conclusion: typical Jax.

｡𖦹°‧ RAGATHA

۶ৎ As i said, she's a optimistic person, so she would do what she does to everyone: compliment you, but i think she would be a little more invested in your style for being kind of different than the colorful place.

۶ৎ Like, everybody in the circus is like the reincarnation of a rainbow and there's you, wearing dark shades if not only black, and its honestly not a bad thing to her if it makes you happy, she thinks its good to have someone "different".

۶ৎ Would probably ask for you to do her makeup only to bond with you, i like to think that Ragatha sometimes likes to spend time with the others to keep them from going insane and to specially keep them company.

۶ৎ The only thing she would be a tad worried is if you do witchcraft, she kinda fell for the "witchcraft is bad" stereotype, so just explain to her that witchcraft is not necessarily bad and everything is ok! :)

۶ৎ Now, Ragatha really thinks you're very pretty, don't tell this to the others but in her eyes, the digital bodies aren't the prettiest thing, only some could at least look at least decent in a way and others... just kind of turns into something undecipherable. (Zooble i still love you)

۶ৎ She would get used to you pretty quickly, probably be one of your greatest friends :)

₊˚⊹♡ GANGLE

۶ৎ Okay, she thinks you're very cool, but would be too shy to even talk to you if shes with the sad mask, although if she's with the happy mask she would try to strike a conversation with you.

۶ৎ Gangle would really like your aesthetic and vibes, she thinks its very unique but she is too insecure in either or not to approach you, the only times she ever approached were the brief chances she had to keep her happy mask intact.

۶ৎ If you do try to interact more with her she would be so happy, you two would probably get along very well, Gangle would be happy to hear you ramble about witchcraft, books, spells, anything about witches, she would literally be paying attention to every second of it!

۶ৎ You're probably Gangle's favorite person in the circus (don't tell the others) she'll share almost everything with you! as i mentioned before, i hc Gangle to be an artist so she'd probably draw you 🥹

۶ৎ Would watch your favorite movies with you, even if it's a tad disturbing or creepy, she'd try to deal with it to enjoy movie time with you, just don't put her to watch girl interrupted-

۶ৎ Your #1 fan.

ּ ֶָ֢ . KINGER

۶ৎ Huh

۶ৎ I don't think he would really react positively to you, if anything he'd be a bit scared, its kinger so his old grandpa mindset would kick in, the old man would probably think you're a demon of some sort.

۶ৎ Expect him to scream everytime he sees you or notices your in a five foot radium from him, if he's able to, kinger is going to bolt away from you pretty fast out of fear. (he may be an old man but fear makes people do unbelievable things)

۶ৎ Someone would have to try to explain to him that you're not an eldritch demon who came from hell to haunt him and the rest of the circus and that you're just a goth person that does witchcraft!

۶ৎ Key-word: TRY, because he's either going to forget it or not believe it, not mentioning that you'll have to make him understand that witchcraft isn't necessarily bad, its going to be complicated for him to understand, but don't worry, im sure he'll understand on the 114th try!

۶ৎ Once he gets the message he would really be indifferent about you.

⋆.˚ POMNI

۶ৎ She... doesn't really care, honestly, along with zooble, she wouldn't really care about you or your style, since she's like, fixated on finding the exit other than focusing on what the other members look like.

۶ৎ I think she would only really care about you and your hobbies if your magic comes in handy to help her escape or something like that, if not, she's just trying to leave man-

۶ৎ But if you guys became friends, she would try to listen about your 'lifestyle' but idk man she would really be unfazed by it cuz y'know she doesn't really care and ashahshhsejj

۶ৎ Uhm i guess that's it, im sorry i can't see Pomni really caring about it due to her personality 😭

✧₊⁺ ZOOBLE

۶ৎ They find it cool, not in the Gangle way, more in their chill way, Zooble would probably be your friend pretty easily compared to Gangle, they would just go "You're cool, wanna hangout?" and that's it.

۶ৎ I hc Zooble to be that chill friend, so they would be pretty fine whenever you decide to talk to them about your favorite spells or style and etc, Zooble would be just nodding but trust me they're listening carefully.

۶ৎ Zooble would agree on you trying to do their makeup but since their face is kind of... complicated, so they would deny to try and save you an headache.

۶ৎ You probably stay out of in house adventures to hang out with them, let's be honest its probably more chill and less stressful to hang out with Zooble than participating in house adventures, especially when Jax is in them.

۶ৎ Chill besties

[hommoturttle]

a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

**********

the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see.  Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

TAGLIST: @buckle-up-buttercups @whovianhalfblood @gideonknave @roulu @itsbobbi

[getosubaru]

𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖

summary: building a home with Choso somehow involves TikTok, baking, and a hairless cat; this was just an excuse to ramble about how cute Choso would be in a domestic setting; written for @augustinewrites' simple pleasures collab!

pairing: Choso/gn!reader

rating: t

chapter wc: 1.3k

warnings: small text only for description; tooth rotting fluff; gn!reader; reader said to have hair, but no descriptions of texture/color/length; reader’s body/shape/skin color not described; no use of yn

He asked you once if it bothered you. For all Choso looks like a regular sorcerer, he shows he’s not entirely human in a hundred different ways. The line on his face you like to trace with your fingertip blooms and changes when he uses his technique. His skin, soft and comforting under your hands, is always just a little too cold if he’s not actively warming his blood. And that’s not even mentioning the fangs you have to be careful of when you kiss.

“Why would it bother me?” you replied, frowning at his downcast eyes and fidgeting hands. “I knew your history when we met.”

“I’m half-curse—”

“You’re wholly mine.”

So no, he’s not completely normal, but he’s yours. You make it a point to not shy away from his more curse-like attributes and habits. Choso is gentle, kind, and fiercely devoted. He’s soft in ways you wouldn’t expect, not unless he allows you in. You consider yourself lucky to be granted the privilege of being loved by him.

That being said, some of the things that confuse him can be hilarious.

“Why can’t we get one?” he asks for the third time, peering at your phone with a sad frown. “They’re so cute and fluffy. We’re night people anyway, so it’s not like a nocturnal pet would be a big deal.”

“Choso, honey, I appreciate your dedication to the goth aesthetic, but we’re not getting a pet bat.”

Showing him the internet might not have been a mistake, but showing him videos of animals definitely was. He finds the strangest things cute: big-eyed fish, aye-ayes, hairless dogs, moths, etc. You couldn’t say no when he asked for a sphynx cat after seeing a YouTuber with her “Bingus”; your own bald overlord now rules your apartment with an iron paw.

You draw the line at wild animals, though.

“Gomez would treat a bat like a chew toy,” you remind your pouting boyfriend. “And I don’t even think it’s legal to own one.”

“But why isn’t it legal? Bats are just animals. They’re not much different from rats or hamsters,” argues Choso.

You point at the screen as a bat launches itself into someone’s hair. “Hamsters don’t fly.”

It’s easy enough to distract him, scrolling down your feed until you see a baker you both like. Choso’s English has been getting better, although he does have to watch videos a few times to get everything.

“Why would you put…gelatin?” He frowns around the word. “Why would you put that with tomatoes?”

The TikToker concurs with Choso’s disgust, nearly throwing the plate across the room after he takes a bite.

“Americans in the 1950s were weird,” you reply with a shrug.

He plucks the phone out of your hands, clicking around until he finds the video he wants. “Can we make these? Yuuji really likes those chips and they don’t look that hard.”

It’s like the cat all over again. Dark, pleading eyes stare up at you with a slight pout thrown in for good measure. Even the band across his nose seems to beg. You’re going to find whoever taught him how to give puppy eyes and throttle them.

This is how you end up covered in flour with potato chips stuck to your fingers. Choso’s more energetic than usual, bouncing around your small kitchen to the music playing from your laptop. Gomez watches you both from the couch in his Gojo-ordered Jujutsu Tech sweater. He’s unamused, having already decided the chips weren’t up to his standard when Choso offered him a small piece.

“How long did the recipe say?” asks Choso as he intently rolls the cookie dough in the chips.

“Timer’s already set for ten minutes. Not sure how the baking time will differ since we’re at a different elevation.”

His curious expression means you spend a bit of time explaining how elevation affects cooking. He doesn’t cook much, leaving it mostly to you and whatever restaurant you order takeout from, and it’s not like he had the chance before he was dropped in the 21st century. Little things like this remind you of the reality of his existence.

Cars freaked him out at first, especially driving on freeways. When you both went to pick up Gomez from the cat rescue you adopted him from, Choso insisted on sitting in the back holding the cat just in case something happened. You weren’t entirely sure how Blood Manipulation would save your irritated feline from a fender-bender, but you didn’t argue with him.

Gomez and Choso despised the robot vacuum cleaner you ordered on a whim. Your boyfriend bitched for a solid week about how unnatural it was, the cat sitting on his shoulder looking for all the world like he would nod in agreement at any moment. You weren’t surprised when it “accidentally” knocked into Gomez’s water dish and broke from the water damage.

You didn’t try to replace it.

The cookies come out as good as the TikTok video claimed they were. Choso’s proud grin makes the mess of your kitchen worth it. You’ll be finding potato chip crumbs for the next six months (especially without your ill-fated vacuum), but Yuuji practically vibrates with joy when he comes over for the weekend. Nobara and Megumi are a bit more restrained, though you catch both of them sneaking cookies when they think no one is looking.

Your once silent apartment is full of laughter and too many shoes by the front door. The trio of teenagers brings a warmth you hadn’t known you needed. Choso’s in his element, teasing the two boys and offering Nobara suggestions on her technique. Gomez allows Megumi’s Divine Dog to act as his bed during movie night.

After the teens are packed up and deposited safely back at the school, you and Choso collapse onto the couch, exhausted and happy. You’ll both need to get up in a minute and put your apartment back together. The makeshift beds you’d cobbled together are still spread all over the floor and the breakfast dishes need to be washed. For now, you bask in the quiet sunlight filtering in through the windows.

“We should get a bigger place,” you say after a moment. “Something with actual spare bedrooms. Maybe a backyard.”

Choso yawns, scrubbing at the line across his nose. “We could build those wall climbers and cubby things for Gomez like we were talking about.”

“I was thinking about giving Yuuji his own room,” you suggest.

“Really?” Choso’s eyes light up, excitement radiating off of him as his sleepiness disappears.

You shuffle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck when he pulls you into his lap. “Well, yeah. Yuuji doesn’t really have a home outside of the school. And I know you miss having family around more, so…”

“Baby,” he murmurs, rubbing a chilly hand up and down your back. “I have family around. I have you and Gomez.”

Warmth blooms in your chest at his words and the seriousness in his voice. You cuddle deeper in the crook of his neck to hide your reaction.

“Well if we’re family, then so is Yuuji,” you say finally. “And he needs to be represented in our home.”

Gomez crawls into your lap and tries to wedge himself between you and Choso. Much like your boyfriend, the hairless tyrant is constantly cold. He soaks up whatever heat he can find, usually by attaching himself to you. Your entire world is on this couch cushion.

Choso tightens his grip on you, burying his nose in your hair. “I’d like that a lot.”

“You’re going to be the one to explain it to Gomez, though.”

“Nevermind, we’re staying here forever.”

[softlyjiminie]

cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush.  you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.  

jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.

but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.

and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.

that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.

‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”

your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.

your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.

“no i’m not.”

‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’

you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. “we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”

‘i don’t know, YN...’

“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”

‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’

this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.

jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’  he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.

“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”

‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call.  the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.  

jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”

‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.

“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”

you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”

you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under  golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.

you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.

“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”

rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.

“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”

“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”

scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”

“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.

you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.

“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him.  “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.

jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover.  “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”

you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”

pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.

with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth  to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.

suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette  you wear.

the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.

but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.

“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could  afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”

you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.

“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”

“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t  your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.

“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.

“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.

“just let me—“

the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”

your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.

“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).

hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.

“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance.   the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”

your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.

“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?

“i just know you.”

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.

“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”

you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.

“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto.    he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.

your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.

with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.

jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”

“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.

you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”

“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”

“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.

with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.

your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”

“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.

“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”

you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.

neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.

“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”

you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.

“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.

“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.

eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.

“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.

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[alienheartattack]

Hello. Who’s ur comfort character? (Snk) what r ur notps for snk? And, last one, how do you write Levi and Mikasa so perfectly? Like their personalities and what they say- how do you even get good at that? I love all ur works

Hello! Thank you for reading and for taking the time to send a message!

I don't really have any comfort characters from SNK. I guess Levi? He's the only one who doesn't make me depressed about the series when I look at him lmao. Right now my comfort characters are my OCs, considering how much I enjoy brainstorming for them. (Both male leads I've written so far are masculine men with strong personalities who are also soft and kind. Now that I think about it, I tend to write Levi in a similar way in a modern AU where he's allowed to indulge his softness.)

In terms of notps, I think I've made my feelings on EM pretty clear. I'm not a fan of Levihan (love it platonically though, and I even follow some Levihan blogs) or Rivahisu either. However, I just filter everything I don't like so I barely even remember it exists.

I've been accused of writing Levi and Mikasa OOC before, so it's wonderful to hear that someone thinks I do it perfectly! I pay a lot of attention to how people talk IRL and sometimes I'll even say my dialogue out loud to make sure it flows. It's always been a big pet peeve of mine that authors who write "snappy" dialogue rarely write how people actually talk, instead they go all big and pretentious with it. I think Levi and Mikasa are relatively uncomplicated people (despite all the trauma), so their dialogue should be more straightforward. A lot of what I do is think, “How would a person who watched their parents die in front of them/was raised in a dangerous slum/is the only person they know who’s as strong as they are/etc. act in this situation?”

ETA: I rambled a lot about writing here, so I'm just gonna toss it below a read more.

In terms of Levi and Mikasa's personalities, I tend to focus on things we know canonically about the characters and then fill in the blanks from there. They're both relatively reserved people but they have a wicked sense of humor, and usually it relates to things that are scatological or taboo. I tend to focus on them being people who are stoic on the outside but very emotional on the inside, because that way I give myself an opportunity to explore their inner life, which usually involves some kind of domesticity (based upon Mikasa's desire for a family and Levi's potential career as a tea merchant).

I also like to drop in random canon or fanon facts, like Levi only sleeping a few hours a night or high school AU Mikasa being a goth, and then use those as jumping off points for further characterization. For example, writing a scene with cranky Levi doesn't hit as hard as writing a scene with cranky Levi when you know he's tired from a bad night of sleep and he's running on caffeine and fumes. It's easier to characterize him and add details to your writing by drawing on your own experiences of being tired: he probably feels like shit, he's exhausted, his eyes are puffy, he's yawning, he's not paying as close attention as he normally would be.

Another thing I do that helps keep me in tune with the characters is to decide what kind of Rivamika I want to write before I start writing. I decide how they feel about each other during the story and whether I want that to change. If I write a story where they're already friends, their personalities are going to show a lot differently in a story where they openly dislike each other, although I usually write them bickering in some way to reflect their interpersonal conflicts in canon.

The way I'm able to achieve all this complexity in my writing is that I tend to write pretty mechanically: I decide what goal I want to achieve with a story, then work backwards and figure out how to get there. For example, with the assassin AU, I knew it was going to center around a scene that was violent but also very caring and maybe even loving, so I made very sure to write Levi and Mikasa as people who argue a lot and say some really terrible things to each other, but who show deep respect through their actions. If they truly hated each other, Mikasa would never agree to sleep with him in any situation, so I had to make sure to add details that infer that maybe they don't actually hate each other that much. I really fixate on making my characters' motivations believable, so I was literally sitting there thinking, "If I were in Mikasa's shoes, in what scenario would I be okay having sex with a weird coworker?" Or I'll try to imagine a similar situation in my life where I thought I disliked someone but actually realized I would be upset if I didn't see them around. Especially with fanfiction, it's all about showing how the characters feel about each other, and what events and actions can make those feelings change.

I've already written enough here, but I wanted to emphasize one of the things I stand by as a writer that I think makes for better characterization: nothing is ever black or white. People are frequently conflicted or torn by competing desires, even when it comes to relatively easy decisions. (Especially when it comes to things like food and sex.) Even if someone falls strongly on one side of an issue, they can usually see the merits of both sides. No one is ever 100% good or evil, and oftentimes bad people genuinely believe they're doing the right thing. I try to make it so that every character in a story genuinely believes that they are doing their best, so when they come into conflict it's because they have deeper issues than just a simple misunderstanding or miscommunication. For example, in Inexorable, I wanted everyone to be sympathetic to a degree, even Eren, because I think it's too simple and unrealistic for him to be a straight up villain. Plus it makes the reader really feel for Mikasa, because both she and the reader can see that even though Eren was a dick, he's also trying to make things right. It makes her final decision that much more anxiety-inducing and ultimately satisfying because she has a good reason for being with Levi and a less good but still valid reason for being with Eren, and (hopefully) you don't know which one she'll pick. These problems often take a lot of thinking and brainstorming to resolve, but I find that they make for much more satisfying characterization and plot.

I could blab on about writing forever (obviously) so I'm always down to answer asks!

[dr-tardis-who]

Misfit

Tom Holland X Reader

A/N: This one is for all my alternative, creative, extrovert, curvy girls. You’re all beautiful and deserve some love.

Summary: What was meant to be a quiet drink with some of his Far from home cast mates, turns into a night he’ll never forget.

Warnings: Swearing, Flirting

The bar was quiet fairly empty due to the main area blocked off for the band set to play tonight. It was a different place than to what Tom would usually go to, but he liked it. How Jacob even found this place he had no clue. 

It felt good to just relax, enjoy a beer and feel the days tension leave his shoulders. That was until a group walked through the door, carrying various equipment. Tom could only assume they were the band. They looked like they fitted in with the aesthetic, dressed in black pants and leather jackets. What made them stand out more was on the back each jacket said something different or had a name on it. Rebel, Viper, Weirdo, Creep and Snake Eyes. If it weren’t for they were carrying Tom would of thought they were some kind of biker gang. But with more style and class.

The manager a tall man with rippling muscles, blonde hair shaved short with a fair bit of length on top slicked back with gel, tattoos covering both his arms greets the men with a smile and a bro hug.

“Good to see you again boys, but looks like you’re missing someone.’’ The manager says, causing one man (Viper) to roll his eyes and laugh.

Had to work the real job, she’s meeting us here. He said with that they went straight to setting up and tuning what they could.

“Didn’t know you had a band playing tonight?” Zendaya said to the manager as she stood at the bar, she had been talking to one of the bartenders most of the evening. Eric his name was.

“Oh yeah, boss loves getting these guys in. Their style is awesome.’’ Eric said passing her drink over to her along with the jug of beer.

“What are they called?” Z asks,

“Misfits.’’ Eric replied. As he finished talking one of the members laughed, looking at his phone.

“Hey Rick, she’s here.’’ The young man spoke to the manager as he turned up the music playing over the speakers. Neither Tom or any of his friends knew the song, actually they barely recognised any music playing. Being hard rock and metal.

The group watched the door open curious to see what this other band member would look like, but what they got was a girl. A beautiful girl dressed pin up style.

Black high waisted shorts making her already curvaceous body look even better. She wore a black leather jacket, with a belt around her waist creating a wonderful hourglass figure. Ruby red lips smiling at the people she recognised causing her medusa piercing to sparkle under the dim yellow light of the bar. Tom couldn’t believe his eyes never before had he seen someone dress like that before. And completely suit someone so well.

As you walked past Tom’s table he was able to read the name written on the back of your jacket. Baby pink curved letters read the name BabyDoll. 

“Wow, not what I was expecting.’’ Jake said taking a swig of his beer.

“Hey boys.’’ You greet your fellow band members with hugs, you could feels the eyes of the people in the bar on you and you loved it. You wore your curves with pride, and your style never failed to get attention.

“Took you long enough.’’ Creep laughed,

“Girls got to do what a girl, got to do.’’ You reply, shedding your jacket to reveal a button up shirt and black cinch. Not to mention the various tattoos on your arms. Your legs covered by cute sheer black tights. 

With that you all made your way to the stage. 

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Warm up went well, so now all you had to do was change and relax. You were chatting to Eric and Rick when you felt someone next to you, turning your head just a little you recognise none other than Tom fucking Holland himself. You give yourself a little pep talk in your head, to just relax and start with ‘hi’. But before you can greet the man, he beats you to it.

“Hey.’’ He says grabbing your attention, you face him with a soft smile.

“Hi.’’ You return. This was how you got the nickname BabyDoll you were too sweet.

“You were pretty good up there.’’ Tom says trying to fight the blush forming on his cheeks, by how beautiful you looked close up. You let out a little giggle.

“Sweets, that was just a sound check. But thanks.’’ You say without even realising that you just called Tom Holland fucking Spider Man himself ‘sweets’. You had a cute but bad habit at giving almost everyone a pet name or nickname. Tom on the other hand did catch the name and couldn’t fight the blush anymore. He got called many things by fans and just people in general, however you calling him ‘sweets’ made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Well can’t wait to hear you properly.’’ Tom says with a smile, fuck Tom Holland was going to stay for your performance, holy fucking shit. Lucky for you one of your band mates called you over, forcing to only smile and thank him before strutting over to your fellow band members. Leaving the Brit to shamelessly check your seductive curves out.

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There was nothing more exciting to you than performing live. You had changed out of your pinup outfit and into something a little bit more of a fusion between goth and metal. 

“You ready?” One of your band members asked as you touched up your teal lipstick, smiling towards him.

“Always.’’ You reply.

Those first steps on stage always gave you goosebumps, the crowd was a lot larger than last time. Due to your bands growing reputation, mostly known for awesome covers of different genres and the way you all would interact with the crowd.

Creep introduced you all as always his energy was contagious, he could always draw in attention just with a look. Plus the fact that he looked like any metal fans wet dream helped too. With that you all play together, unaware of the celebrities watching your every move. 

Tom was infatuated with you, the way your voice drew everyone to the stage, how people reacted to you. However he was shocked when you jumped off the stage and into the crowd for the final song. Not once had you done that in your rehearsal. You flaunted your way through the crowd onto the bar so everyone could see you. You looked fearless, passionate everything he wanted.

“Well they know how to put on a show.’’ Zendaya said, barely heard over the crowd who were going crazy over the band, over you. You interacted with crowd laughing and raising your glass that was kept on the side of the stage away from the equipment in a ‘cheers’ motion before taking a long swig. You notice Tom looking at you and wink.

[darknessisafriend]

Max California x genderN! reader  SFW

You entered the sex shop, making sure nobody saw you enter, you didn’t even know why you were coming here, all that because you had lost a bet with your friends and now your forfeit was to go to a sex shop and bring back a sextoy, you were already blushing, your heart beating fast, what if you met someone who knew you!?  

As you entered the shop, you looked around, there was very few people and they were minding their own business, good you just had to find those toys, take one, pay and get the hell out of here. You went through the shelfs, until you finally spotted them, damn there was quite a variety of those, dicks of different sizes, more exotic forms and even a pink plastic duck...okay you definitely didn’t see yourself walking around with a blue dick in your hand, you’ll take the one that looked the less like it, you headed to the cashier, nervous to have a human interaction in this situation, it was their job but still.

When you arrived at the cashier, you froze when you saw the man, ‘shit he’s hot’ you thought, heat coming to your face. He looked up from the book he was reading and made eye contact with you, gosh he had mesmerizing eyes, it was a clear green you had never seen before and to make it even more gorgeous he had eyeliner. He gave you a polite smile and approached the counter waiting for you to hand him what you wanted to buy.  

“Hi, did you find what you wanted?” he asked you on a casual tone, you swallowed down before nodding and handing him the toy with a trembling hand, avoiding his gaze.  

“Feeling lonely?” he teased you when he realized you wanted to buy a sextoy, now you were furiously blushing, why wasn’t it a grumpy old man who didn’t give a fuck about you!?    

“No... hum... I lost a bet with some friends” you didn’t know what else to answer but the truth, he chuckled.

“Yeah that’s what they all say, there’s no shame you know...” he added as he typed on the cash register, that was getting so embarrassing.  

“No, really...hum...What are you reading?” you asked him trying to change of subject and direct the attention on something else than you. He turned to take the book in his hands showing the cover, a porn book of course, why did you expect something else? until he flipped the page to reveal another cover beneath, a literature classic, he winked at you mischievously; that was interesting, he looked different from what you expected.

“Don’t want the pervs to see you’re a smartass?” you asked him with a sarcastic voice, he hid a smile at your comment.

“Well, it’s part of the atmosphere of the place; it will be 37 dollars miss.” he replied, you handed him the cash, he put the toy in a black plastic bag, at least it was discreet, he handed you the bag but as you took it, he didn’t let go, you made eye contact with him.  

“If you’d like I could take you out, I’m more talkative and caring than a plastic toy...” he tried on a flirty tone, you huffed in disbelief, you were struck by how confident he was, working in this kind of place was apparently making people shameless; now that you thought about it, it was tempting to accept his offer, honestly, he was good looking but if he was a perv or sex addict or...

“I’m not sure you’re my type of guy...” you said softly, instead to see how he would react, you didn’t to make things weirder than they already were.

“What? You don’t like my look? And I thought I looked great...” he exclaimed looking falsely offended, visually checking himself out and turning on himself to show you his body, a laugh escaped your lips, he was such a dork.

“No, it’s not your look, you’re...very nice to look at.” you confessed trying to conceal your blushing, he grinned at your comment, he rested his hand on the counter, and slightly leaned towards you, interested in what you had to say.

“It’s just people working in this kind of sector, I’m not sure...” you tried to explain without hurting his feelings.

“Hey I’m just cashier here, it pays well, and I’m not a perv and I have other ambitions sweetheart!” you arched an eyebrow on how gave you a pet name; now you were curious to hear what were his ambitions.

“I’m a musician actually, I’m just working here while waiting for a better opportunity.” he explained honestly; you didn’t know if it was his look or his way of speaking but he was getting quite endearing.

“Alright, let’s get a drink, hum...tonight?  the bars called ‘The mint’?” you gave in, getting a drink in a public place wouldn’t hurt anybody; an interested grin formed on his face.

“The mint? Good choice, see you at 9 then...Oh and I’m Max by the way.” he commented, handing his hand for you to shake, you took it, the contact felt electric, fascinating “I’m Y/N” you gave him a little smile then left. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but this bet might bring something nice in the end.  

You were having lunch with your friends today, of course they expected you to fulfill your forfeit. You arrived at their flat, excited to see their reaction.

“Well, look whose here!” greeted one of your friends, lifting her glass of wine to you, a dimpled grin formed on your face as you lifted in the air the bag containing the sextoy, they cheered, laughing.

“Oh my god you actually did it!” exclaimed one of them with wide eyes.

“Of course! And gotta thank you cause your forfeit gave me a date!” you proudly announced with a smirk.

“Really!? How? Tells us everything!” so you told them about your encounter with Max, they were surprised and some of them even a bit jealous wishing they had gone there instead of you, especially when you describe how handsome Max was, which made you even more pleased with what you had accomplished.  

“Alright, love you guys but I have to get ready for my date tonight.” you teased them once again, as you got up to leave.

In reality you didn’t have much preparation to do, it was a bar not a five-star restaurant, and you were a relaxed person, always dressing yourself, casual and comfortable, and you were a student so you clothing budget was non-existent. You opened your closet, trying to think of what to wear, not something to appealing, you didn’t want the guy to get all crazy, if he was that kind of guy. You finally picked up, your V shaped Siouxie Sioux t shirt, your black hoodie, your black jean and converse shoes, you realized you only had black clothes, you weren’t a goth but you just liked this color, it will be fine you told yourself, it was just a drink, why were you growing nervous now?  

The time came soon for you to go out and meet Max. You arrived at the bar, it wasn’t overcrowded, which was nice, at least you’ll hear yourself talk, you looked around for Max but he wasn’t here yet, you decided to take a drink while waiting for him.  

“A Mai Tai please.” you ordered sitting on a stool in front of the bartender. A band was playing blues, the rhythm was slow, after all, the night was only starting, you thought as you took a sip of your cocktail.

“Drinking without me?” you were startled at the voice behind you, you recognized Max as you turned your head, damn he looked really good, he wore a long black coat which he took off to reveal a black leather pants and a black latex t-shirt underlining the shape of his body. He smirked when he saw you detail his appearance, you realized you had been staring at him too long.

“Got thirsty, sorry” you replied like nothing had happened “I really like your style...” you added your hand gesturing to his whole body, a big grin appeared on his face.

“Thanks, oh I’ll take a vodka orange please.” he settled on the stool next to you, leaning both arms on the counter and meeting your eyes “Yeah, I’m quite proud of it, not everyone can wear and manage to look good with it.” a laugh escaped your lips.

“Man, your self-confidence is impressive.” you replied truly impressed.

“You know, working at a sex shop, where you sell porn and all kinds of stuff and interact with all kinds of pervs, you realize that you're not in such a bad situation especially if you still manage to attract people.” he added wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you.

“Oh, come on, are you so successful than that? And just so you know, I’m not a one-night stand type of person.” you warned him playfully before taking another sip of your drink.  

“Well, usually I don’t go unnoticed but for some reason they never accept a date, you’ll be pleased to know I didn’t get in while...”

“I wonder why...” you joked with a mischievous smile.

“Ahaha really funny! are you taking your revenge for my teasing earlier?”

“Maybe or I’m just having fun teasing you too” you winked at him playfully, he chuckled before shifting on his stool to fully face you “And by the way the moment I saw you I knew you weren’t like all the others, otherwise we would have ended up doing it in the back of the shop...” well at least he was being honest, and he was a funny guy who seemed to be interested in knowing you, the night getting really interesting.  

“So, you said you were a musician, solo or do you have a band?” you finally asked him, trying to get to know him, he looked down at his drink.

“I used to have a band and then we broke-up like a year ago, and now I’m solo, unfortunately no music producers come into the shop to buy porn” he explained adding a bit of humor to keep the atmosphere light.  

“You’ll find something, you look like a smart guy; and why don’t you concert in bars like this?”

“My type of music is rock and that’s not easy to do alone, even though I sing and play electric guitar.” he added, you nodded impressed that he could do all those things.

“Yeah I understand” you sympathized giving him an encouraging smile.

“What about you Y/N, what do you do for a living?” he asked you in return, his eyes intensely looking at you with interest.

“Nothing really, I’m just a student in acting, so I get the problem of finding someone who will notice your talent.” you explained looking down at your hands.

“Acting? Really? interesting, then why did you seem so shy and embarrassed this afternoon?” he genuinely wondered.

“Well, you know; when you’re acting, you’re not yourself, it’s easier, at least for me, confidence has never been my forte...”  

“That’s a shame, I mean we don’t know each other very well but to me it seems you have everything to be confident, you’re smart and beautiful...”

“No, I’m not don’t say...” you cut him off a bit embarrassed.

“No, no really, you know what, you’re gorgeous sweetheart.” he insisted, his hand briefly coming to touch your forearm; your cheeks were flushed, you weren’t used to compliments like this  

“Thanks...”

“You’re welcome sweetheart” he grinned, it seems he had decided to give you this nickname, not that you minded it was cute.

You spent the rest of the night having a really nice talk, even diving into deep meaningful conversations, it made you forget about everything else, you discovered he was a really smart guy with ambition and dreams, he was holding onto them tightly, just like you.  

“What do you think?” he asked you nodding his head in the direction of the group singing, you turned you r head to look at them.  

“Not bad, but I feel like there’s something missing, even though the words are nice it’s like they’re empty, lacks passion, emotions” you thought out loud.

“I know what you mean...wanna come to my place? I’ll sing you somethin’” he offered, normally you would refuse on a first date but he wasn’t a creep, and you were really curious to hear him sing. So, you accepted, and the two of you were on the way to his flat, he was living not far from the center of city, after all he could afford it with the salary he had at the shop. As you walked your shoulder brushed against his, he offered you a cigarette, smoking with you as the air got chilly.  

“Welcome to my palace!” he joked as he opened the door and invited you inside it was a small flat, it was a big room really with a small kitchen and a table and his bed right on your left as you entered, he had stickers and posters everywhere.  

“You can sit on the bed, make yourself comfortable” he encouraged you as he went to the fridge to take beers; after uncapping them, he handed one to you and sat right next to you, taking a sip of his beer, then, he took his guitar in his hands and started to play, it was slow, almost sad, he closed his eyes, his voice was a bit hoarse and that’s what gave it all its charm, and the song continued his voice grew louder, pained and passionate at the same time, reinforcing the weight of the words he used, it was intense and you felt yourself being carried away by this beautiful song. It finished too soon for your taste, you felt numb like you were high; he reopened his eyes and looked at you, wanting to know what you thought about it.

“So, what do you think?” you opened your mouth but found yourself at a loss for words, he arched an eyebrow intrigued.

“It was...hum, amazing, sorry no other words come to my mind, it was amazing really” you complimented him honestly, a flattered smile formed on his lips, his eyes softened, as if he had been afraid to learn had no talent, he was truly relieved.

“I’m glad you liked it sweetheart.” he thanked you, his voice soft almost coming out as a whisper.

A comfortable silence started as if the both of you were still under the trance of the song, your eyes never left his like a silent conversation was taking place, the way he sang, it had felt so intimate, like he had exposed himself to you, and you were grateful, it was the best encounter ever had.

“I should go.” you spoke in a low voice after a while, it seemed to break him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, right, it’s getting late, I’m calling you a taxi” he said, taking his phone.  

“Thank you.” you were really touched by this attention; the streets weren’t safe at this time of the night.

When the taxi finally arrived, he escorted you to the car, opening the door for you, you climbed in, opening the window to let in the fresh air, Max rested his arms on the frame of the window, his head slightly inside the car.

“So, do I have any chance to see you again?” he asked you on a falsely nonchalant tone, in reality his eyes showed he was hoping to see you again, tonight he didn’t want to be rejected.  

He was really cute, you briefly bit your lip and before he could say anything else you grabbed him by the neck and leaned in to kiss him, his plump lips were warm on yours, his hand came to cup your cheek; unfortunately, you were interrupted by the driver who coughed, probably to tell you to go somewhere else if you wanted to continue with your lover. Max nuzzled his nose against yours, an affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“Alright, I take that as a yes.” he commented making you laugh

“I’ll see you tomorrow” you promised tenderly, giving him one last kiss before telling the taxi to leave. You turned on your seat to look at him through the glass, if you had known that one day, you’ll meet your lover in a sex shop after losing a bet, you would have thought yourself crazy, and you kinda were, crazy in love. 

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[spirit-of-the-void]

Ebony and Ivory (V x Reader Fanfic) Chapter Two

Author’s Notes: Holy crap, you guys are so kind! Im glad you all are enjoying this story so far! Just be warned, I’m kind of changing the timeline to days instead of hours in this. So they have time to rest and do shit. Its important to the plot ;)

Chapter 2

Upon entering the van, you realized right away that it was in fact a mobile home of sorts. On one end rested a leather couch, the area sized to be a small living space. It smelled of cigarettes and metal, yet also with a slight hint of something unmistakably feminine. A perfume or something. It felt cozy, albeit a bit messy. At that moment it was also pretty cramped. Nero moved to the front to sit by Nico while they discussed their course of action, V taking up a chair behind the driver's seat at a small table. His bird found its perch on an old jukebox off to the side, still looking pretty ruffled from his argument earlier. Did the bird and cat have names? You wanted to ask, but mister pretty boy goth was engaged in speaking to the other two about their plan of attack.

The panther settled down near V’s feet, still close enough to touch. You stared back at their piercing red eyes with silent longing. It looked so soft, and you were going stir crazy while waiting for the others to remember you were there. Gathering your courage and accepting the loss of an appendage, you slid to the floor and sat cross-legged, watching the creature’s pelt ripple warily now that you were closer. Upon further inspection, you realized the cat was a dark blue as well, although much more subtle. It growled lightly at you, ears flicking when kept looking at it hesitantly.  

V was still talking to Nero, discussing the Qlipoth roots they had to destroy. You already had the gist of what needed to be done, so you didn’t really have to listen in. You had always been easily distracted—how you had survived this long with a success rate that high you would never begin to understand. You came here to fix a problem and instead you were trying to win over a big cat, one that looked ready to bite you. You wouldn’t say you were stupid per se, but impulse control was definitely not at the top of your list of skills. Your emotions and desires often got the better of you, that was something very apparent even when you were just a human.

While the others continued to talk, you quietly summoned your Void power, murmuring a quiet incantation as you centered the ability on your palm.  

“From the Void into being.”

From that point energy glowed and weaved, creating the organic object you imagined. One of your many abilities, it was meant to be used when you had zero access to food. With the power you had, you could create something from the nothingness of the Void. That something usually just organic material like meats, fruits. If you absorbed something from a world you could easily replicate it. After going to so many worlds there were hundreds of things you could make, though the energy it took to do that depending on the item was too taxing. And it was only organic materials. Only medicines made from organic plants, only food and things of that nature. And here you were, expending energy to create fresh, raw red meat for this panther.  

Responsible, thy name is Y/N.

After you were finished, it occurred to you that the three had gone quiet. You blinked, and turned to see all of them staring at you. V looking curious and lightly bemused, the other two outright shocked.

“...Uh.” You cleared your throat, “Yeah?”

“Holy shit,” Nico whistled lightly, looking pretty excited all things considered, “How the hell did ya do that...?!”

You looked at the meat in your palm—it was even cold to the touch. Fresh, real and just as real as meat cut from an actual cow. You supposed it would be really fucking strange to people who didn’t have such an ability.

“It’s one of my skills,” You replied, holding out a piece of meat for Nero to take, “Here, touch it. It's real raw meat. I mean, I wouldn’t suggest eating it raw but...You could cook it if you had the time.”

Nero pinched the scrap between his fingers, bringing it up to his nose to sniff. You found yourself smiling at his reaction, patiently waiting as he and Nico both mulled over the meat like it was the most fascinating thing they’d seen all day. You remember being that entranced the first time you tried it, you still remembered the first item you ever made—A chocolate bar. You could still make one now if you wanted, but wasting energy was a bad idea and your dumb ass had already expended some.

“How does it work?” Nero finally questioned, handing the meat back to you and wiping a hand on his jacket.  

You fought a laugh, offering back a rueful smile, “I don’t know the specifics myself. I just know if I absorb an organic material, I can take it and remake it as many times as I want from my energy.”

He made an impressed expression, leaning on the inside door of the van, “That’s pretty damn neat.”

Before you could reply, you hear Nico let out a low hum, one full of mischief.

“Ohhh damn there, Nero. You already warming up to the new girl? Do I need to tell Kyrie?” She tsked, shaking her head as if filled with disappointment.

“Knock it off, Nico,” Nero frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and protesting indignantly, “Are you gonna say that any time I’m friendly to girls?”

“You ain’t friendly to me, pretty boy.”

“Give me somethin’ to be friendly about, you maniac.”

“Who’s Kyrie?” You interjected quickly, trying to diffuse a rising argument peeking over the horizon. And by peeking you meant inches from exploding in this small space you all were in. The pair looked at you when you questioned, and you instantly noticed Nero’s expression soften a little, just a slight difference compared to his cocky expressions you were growing to accept as normal. Clearly this person was special to him, no doubting that.

“Kyrie is his fiancé,” Nico answered for him, jabbing Nero lightly in the shoulder, “Focus, lover boy. She takes care of some kids at an orphanage in Fortuna. A total sweetheart—how she ended up with this punk none of us know.”  

She jabbed a thumb at Nero again, making him huff and release a little peeved “Hey!”

So, he wasn’t a twink?! This revelation both made sense and was vaguely disappointing. Was there a straight equivalent to a twink?

Regardless, you did have a task in mind when you summoned the meat. It occurred to you that V had said nothing during this entire exchange, and you glanced over to see him with a book opened in his hand, eyes scanning the page. Completely indifferent it would seem, which was pretty disappointing. If you were going to lose a hand to his pet cat, you at least wanted him to watch it happen, damn it. Still, you turned to look at the creature while Nero and Nico started to bicker a little bit again, completely distracted—you preferred it that way.

The cat looked at you again, nose twitching as you gingerly held out a piece of meat. A quick glance at the bird confirmed he was watching you like you were out of your god damn mind. That was pretty pleasing if you had to say so. You glanced at V again, and if you weren’t mistaken you thought he took a quick glance at you before delving back into his book.

You took in his appearance for a second--he was definitely an odd one. Long black pants, black sandals, black everything. Yet he carried himself with the energy of an old century poet longing for some lost love. Other than the fact that these two demons worked for him, he seemed pretty normal. The concept of familiars was not lost on you, many places you had seen touched on such things. Witches and warlocks often kept demons as companions and helpers, but you didn’t know if those things existed in this place.

Either way, you didn’t want to bother the goth in his musing. You instead turned to look at the bird on the jukebox, holding some meat out to him too.

“Hey, mister bird,” You quipped, “Do you and the cat have names?”

He looked surprised to be addressed by you again, and even more surprised that you seemed to be offering him food. You saw a gleam of interest in his eyes, but his feathers ruffled, stubborn and prideful as he tilted his head up.

“What’s it to you, princess?” He sneered lightly, clawed feet tapping on the glass top of the jukebox, “And no offense, I don’t wanna eat your weird magic meat!”

You sighed. That nickname again.  

“My name is Y/N,” You frowned in disappointment, “Come on I’m trying to be friendly here.”

He cackled a little, shaking out his tail feathers as the panther sniffed the air, still too wary to walk forward and take any food. You glanced at V again, expecting him to still be reading. You were instead startled when you found his dark green eyes meeting yours, a wry smile tilting his lips as you were caught in your expedition to win over his pet cat. If he was watching he might as well help you at the very least. Though you had to take pause—it had been a while since you found yourself dazed after staring at someone’s face. The guy definitely had the looks to make up for his bad fashion sense.

“Do they have names?” You asked him instead, since the bird was not cooperating at all.  

He closed his book with one hand, the soft thud very satisfying to hear.  

“They do,” He replied simply, much to the bird’s obvious annoyance, “The one you’re very determined to feed is Shadow. And the one you called ‘ten piece’ is Griffon.”

“V!” The bird, now dubbed Griffon, squawked indignantly.

He simply tilted his head, giving him an unapologetic look from underneath some long lashes. Boy, he had a smolder going on. It seemed like V was very passive and confident. His mannerisms were very strange, quiet yet carrying a sense of purpose and energy. You found yourself very fascinated in him—he was fairly mysterious to you. And you liked a good mystery. He also seemed fine with you trying to bribe his pet demons, which was always a plus in your book.

You looked at Shadow, holding out a piece of meat again as the cat twitched its nose at you.

“Come on, Shadow,” You said softly, desperately trying not to use the soft baby voice you generally used for cats. This was a demon and you were sure it was smarter than the average house cat and you didn’t want to insult it, “I swear it’s normal meat. I just wanna be friends.”

You heard Griffon snort loudly, head tilted toward you as he said mockingly, “How could you insult me at first chance but wanna be friends with the overgrown house cat?!”  

Oh jeez, he almost sounded offended. Griffon seemed pretty complicated—you had no doubts he hid behind a wall of insults and jibes to hide loneliness. You had seen it before.

“Don’t call me ‘princess’ and I won't call you ‘ten piece’,” You said with a genuine smile, offering some meat to him again while you felt V’s gaze burning into you from your right side, “Deal?”

He paused, and you swore you could hear the wheels in his head turning. You were a pretty patient person, and you could tell he was battling between pride and a million other things in that moment. You thought you heard a low chuckle from their goth master, your gaze briefly landing on him—he was leaning his head on one hand leisurely, watching to see how your little quest played out. Nico and Nero were arguing about Nero paying for his metal arms, but you couldn’t be bothered with that at that moment.

Suddenly you heard the scrape of claws, beak swooping down to quickly snatch the meat from your left hand. You smiled, incredibly pleased as you watched Griffon quickly slurp down the food you had produced as he took up his perch again. Then from your right you felt the brief brush of soft fur on your palm, a low growl sounding from Shadow as they too snatched some meat and slinked back away from you, curling around V’s legs as they chewed. You cheered internally, wiping your hands as you released a slow breath. You were easy to please it would seem—and pleased you were.

You heard V chuckle again, the man sitting forward and resting his hands on his cane as he grinned at you, eyebrow raised.

“Well now,” he remarked, tone so low and smooth it could have put you to sleep, “Don’t you look as smug as a peacock.”

You shrugged, leaning back against the couch and drawing your knees up to your chest, “It’s the little victories.”

“Oh?” He hummed in reply, fingers tapping on that cane, “An optimist are you?”

You snorted, “Maybe. I just find being happy about every little thing makes life a lot better.”

Before V could reply, Nico sat down behind you, her feet brushing against your side as she lit up what appeared to be a cigarette. You tilted her head back to look at her, wincing a little when you were met with a cloud of tobacco smoke. The sudden urge to stand and leave was pretty overwhelming, smoking was definitely not your favorite thing, as much as you liked Nico as a person. You saw V mimic your discomfort, waving a hand through the smoke to clear it away from his face.

“So, uh, Y/N,” Nico commented, blowing another cloud of smoke as she addressed you, “What other kind of funky shit can you do?”

You couldn’t really tell her your range of abilities. Not then at least, maybe later when you knew who was worth trusting. You had your limits like most creatures, but you drew energy from a strange and mysterious source—technically there was a lot you could do, but your body had limits. The power of the Void was heavy and chaotic, deeply hard to wield and a heavy burden at times. Too much at once could damage you, and you had an amount of energy you could use before you started to overextend. You’d be useless if you did so, and it damaged you physically so you avoided such things at all costs. You knew your limits; you weren’t meant to be a magic fix-all for these scenarios. Merely a guiding hand with enough energy to put the steps of fixing it into motion. Thus, why you had the foresight.

So you decided on the safest answer.

“I can provide energy and heal wounds depending on their severity,” You said, tapping your nails on your knees, “Plus I can use the energy to fight, and you already saw the creating aspect. I have a limit though, and passing that limit is dangerous for me.”

Nico let out a thoughtful noise, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and fascination.

“So like, what are ya then?” She puffed more ash, making a perfect “o” shape with her mouth, “You seem human. Are ya half anythin’? Maybe ya got a demon daddy somewhere down the line.”

You shrugged at that, offering an apologetic smile as you replied, “Nothing that exciting. I get my powers from a deity of sorts—someone down the line probably made a deal for magic and I get the sloppy seconds from that.” Kind of a lie, kind of not. They didn’t need to know you were the one who made the deal.

“Whoa, that’s pretty cool!” Nico blinked, staring at you like you had grown horns, “Never heard of anythin’ like that before.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but was interrupted by V slowly rising to his feet. He was still waving away the smoke, brushing past you toward the door of the van as his companions followed him.

“I’ll be taking my leave now,” He said simply, offering Nero a half smile, “And If I don’t see you along the way...I’ll see you at the bottom of the Qliphoth.”

You felt a slight twinge of disappointment. You knew they were talking of splitting up earlier, but you were kind of hoping you could spend more time with the animals he kept with him. And, well...with him. He was a lot calmer and more collected than Nero, who’s heavy energy was a bit much for you if you were truly honest. As for Nico...the smoking was just too much. Brought back too many bad memories. The sensation of smoke in your face was definitely not welcome.  

You opened your mouth, unable to figure out how to ask if you could go with him. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

“V, take Y/N with you,” Nero put a hand on V’s shoulder, stopping him half out the door, “You could use the help.”

You saw V visibly pause, hesitation now showing in his frame as a couple seconds passed by.

“I assure you, I have the help I need,” He said simply, gesturing with his cane to Griffon and Shadow.

Nero crossed his arms, letting out an annoyed huff, “You’re pretty frail as it is, V. I don’t think your little bird friend can wrap a bandage and shit. You could use the healing energy and extra fire power as back up.”

There was another lengthy pause. Despite your mission here, you felt kind of guilty. You didn’t want to burden anyone or force your presence here—you had gotten the needed information, but this...You bit your lip, exchanging a glace with Nico as the silence stretched a bit longer than you liked. In theory you could have gone off on your own, did your own fighting. It would have been easier without hiding your powers, but these people made your foresight burn. They were a part of everything, at the very forefront of the conflict you were trying to fix. Whether with Nero or V, you'd still be getting the job done...but this was based on preference now.  

You nervously stood, brushing off dirt as you stepped up to address the two men.

“I don’t want to be forced on anyone,” You murmured, meeting Nero’s concerned gaze as you continued, “I’ll try to be useful where I can, but if V is uncomfortable, I—”

“Her presence is fine by me,” V interrupted you, despite how low and docile his tone was. Both you and Nero looked at him, but he met your gaze with one filled with calm curiosity, “I do have my moments of exhaustion. Nero is right, I could use a backup when that happens.”

Was that relief? Sure was. You tried not to let it show on your face.

Nero, however, released an obviously relieved sigh, “Perfect. I’m sure we’ll meet up somewhere along the way. Until then, Y/N, watch his back.”

Griffon let out an annoyed huff, raising a clawed foot at Nero’s face, “What are me and furball here for then? You don’t trust us, pretty boy?”

“Yep,” Nero replied simply, brushing past with an obviously fake smile and a pat on your shoulder, “Be safe, you two. Nico, I’ll call if I need anything.”

As you said that you felt a hand press a small piece of paper into your palm, your head turning to see Nico standing to your right now. You looked at the paper, seeing a phone number hastily scribbled there, along with Nico’s name.

“That’s my number,” She told you, tapping the paper twice, “Ya need anythin’ you find a phone and call, ya hear?”

You nodded, absorbing the paper into your palm after memorizing the number, “Thank you, Nico.” You would definitely call at some point, to see her if anything. Nico seemed friendly enough under the rough persona she projected. You liked that about her. It had been a while since you had any real friends, or friendly people to interact with. You had no idea how long you’d be there, but you were eager to savor every moment of it that you could get. So you patted Nico’s shoulder once and offered a kind smile, turning to meet V’s gaze again.

He gestured with his cane, that half smile still on his lips.

“Shall we?”

You nodded, following him and his companions out of Nico’s van. The door closed behind you, the sun still shining outside. You put up a hand to shield your eyes, but enjoyed the warmth regardless. It would have been a beautiful summer day if not for all the chaos in the world. You gave the van behind you a passing glance as you followed V away, unsure about how you felt about the whole situation. What the hell were you supposed to talk about? Would he even want to talk? Silence made you very nervous, but you didn’t want to be annoying either. You found yourself clasping your hands behind your back, taking small looks at V’s back when he walked. His shoulders were pretty broad for a guy so wiry. He had very slight muscle definition, and upon further inspection he did seem...frail.

Was he sickly? You frowned a little at the thought. He did walk with a cane, though you couldn’t tell if he had a limp or anything. His gate seemed steady, eyes fixed forward and...driven. He seemed very driven.

Or you assumed he was focused. He surprised you enough that you jumped when he spoke.

“There was always the option of staying behind,” He commented lightly, tilting that dark gaze to you with his typical wry smile. He never seemed to lose that little crooked smirk, like he was always in a state of constantly bemused. The only time he was without it was when he was reading that book.

“You seem very convinced that I wanted to stay behind,” You replied, jogging lightly to reach his side, “What’s that all about?”

He let out a light, thoughtful sound, tone light as he replied, “Merely an observation. You seemed to enjoy Nico’s company.”

You hummed quietly in response, taking in the buildings as you and V entered a part of the city still standing, albeit pretty damaged nonetheless. It looked like it would have been a nice city before the disaster. Gothic architecture with high windows, beautiful shops and what looked to be a market place in a city square. Or at least...they were beautiful once before. Now destroyed, bodies littering the streets frozen in their dying moments. You felt your heart sink as you passed them, seeing a child's form still holding a red balloon as ashes drifted from what remained of her.

Focus, the goth boy started a conversation.

“Nico is nice,” You replied after some thought, trying to shake off the images around you, “Nero is too. All three of you have been kind to me. But what can I say? I like animals and poetry.” You sighed softly, rubbing your arm as you added, “I also can’t stand cigarettes.”

He chuckled at that, tapping the book tucked away in his vest with light fingers. You took the time to observe that he had nice hands, elegant and beautiful.  

“That’s very understandable, although I am glad you find enjoyment in my musings,” He said, turning his head away once more, “It's going to be a long journey, so I’m sure you’ll be hearing a lot of it.”

You smiled lightly, running your fingers along a building as you passed by, “Can I ask about that? What’s up with the whole poetry thing?”

You saw him pause, both Griffon and Shadow stopping with him as he turned to look at you with a pondering expression.  

“...Strange,” He replied after a few moments, that half smirk coming back again, “You are the first person who asked me.”

Nero and Nico never once thought to ask? You blinked, wondering just why the hell no one had thought it was strange he just reads poetry at all times. Which, mind you, normalcy wasn’t your strong suit either, and you didn’t have a problem with his poetry reading. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense that they wouldn’t ask. From what you saw of Nero’s fighting style...he was pretty god damn extra. And Nico was not normal in the slightest. Everyone in the group was a bit quirky and odd in their own way, and you found that comforting.

“I was just curious,” You replied, scratching the back of your head, “Which, mind you, if it’s a private thing you don’t have to tell me.”

He let out a low hum, giving his cane a light twirl again.

“I find poetry clears the mind and brings focus in clarity in moments where there is none,” He still told you his reasoning, giving you a smoldering glance from under those lashes, “One could also argue a flare for the dramatic.”

Translation: He was just as extra as Nero, just in different ways.

You fought a laugh, clasping your hands behind your back as you replied, “Noted.”  

He hummed in response, starting forward again with a tap of that cane. Griffon soared behind you, landing his talons on your shoulders with a solid “oof” from you both as you stumbled a little to accommodate his weight. He wasn't light by any stretch of the word, he was a big bird. He just barely managed to settle, resting half his weight on your head as he trilled quietly and huffed.

“So, what’s your deal, Y/N?” His voice was loud in your ear, sharp talons scratching you ever so slightly, “Got all those fancy powers and shit, just wandering around a broken city? What were you doing there?”

Griffon was asking the questions you had hoped to avoid. You let out a low murmur of thought, inhaling softly through your nose as you formulated your response.

“I’m...kind of a drifter,” You decided to reply, grasping onto his clawed feet to help steady him as you walked, “I like traveling from place to place, and I like helping people. I had been looking in the ruins for anyone who may have needed help, and to see if I could figure out what was going on. In a way, it worked out." It wasn't a lie. You told yourself that.

You heard him let out a quiet “huh”, shaking out his feathers a little as his beak rested on your head. You smiled, enjoying that Griffon seemed more comfortable in your company now.  

“So, you have the gist of the situation right? Got any more questions?” He asked, tapping your head with his beak.

You winced a little, “From what I gathered...Urizen is a bad boy who did bad things and he needs a spanking in that big tree in the sky,” You pointed at the Qliphoth as you spoke, looking up at the towering behemoth with a disgusted gaze, “A guy named Dante may or may not be up there and need saving. Is that everything or am I missing something?”

Griffon snickered lightly, “Nah, that sounds about right.”

“Great. Then no, I don’t have any more questions.” That was a lie, you had several, but they were all more about personal things than the mission itself. You didn’t want to seem nosy and pry in on their business.  

You saw V smirk at you again from the corner of your eye, but by the time you turned to look he had turned away again. You frowned lightly, wishing you could even slightly begin to figure him out. He was full of mystery and intrigue, mild mannered and polite. But he also seemed easily amused, and pretty extra if you were being completely honest. He was a hard guy to read; mind you, you had only known him a few hours. You had plenty of time to figure it out, right?

You entered a small entry way tunnel of sorts, footfalls echoing as you both approached what looked to be an open back alley in the city. Griffon launched himself from your shoulders, causing you to stumble again and huff. You rubbed the skin there, feeling scratches through the think fabric of your shirt. You didn’t mind Griffon perching, but damn. His claws really did hurt. V looked at you again as Griffon glided ahead of you both, and you were sure you saw his gaze linger on the shoulders you had just rubbed. Upon further inspection you realized there was slight red on the fabric of your shirt from where griffon scratched you.

“Griffon,” He spoke, eyes meeting yours before he glanced at the bird, “Gentler.”

“Whoops, Oops, my bad,” Griffon trilled as he rounded back, seeing what V meant as he swept past you, “Girlie’s got fragile skin.”

You rolled your eyes, “I have normal skin, birdie,” You smiled again, looking at V as you said, “And don’t worry. I’m just happy he doesn’t outright dislike me.” You said that last part quieter, leaning toward V so only he could hear.

V chuckled, “Griffon is a simple creature. A mere bribe of food and he’s already on your side,” He tapped his cane along the concrete walls of the tunnel, the sound echoing hollowly in the space ahead of you, “As for you, Y/N...you don’t' really seem bothered by demons like Nero and the others.”

He was right, you weren’t. Sure, Demons were the enemy in this case and this scenario. But his companions were loyal to him, and in your travels, you had met plenty of kind demons and people who were labeled with bad stigmas. Making assumptions was bad, and you didn’t like doing that. Besides, neither of his creatures had threatened or wronged you—Griffon's taunting seemed harmless enough, and he was done with nicknames for the most part. As for Shadow, you were determined to get close enough to this cat to pet it, that's all you wanted. But V didn't need to know about that strange obsession of yours.

“I don’t make assumptions about people,” you replied, looking down at Shadow as it slinked along beside its master, “Kindness can exist in all manner of things, and your companions haven’t been outright unkind to me either. So why should I be unkind to them?” Empathy always came first before fighting—you much preferred making friends compared to outright hating literally everyone you met. Hell, some of the conflicts you had faced were resolved with just a little kindness and empathy. People would be surprised what you could accomplish if you just tried to help people.

V gave you a respectful nod at your response, a breeze traveling through the tunnel and sending his hair drifting slightly. You looked away, trying not to think about how nice that looked.  

Continuing forward, you and the group came out into the alleyway back into the sunlight. You looked around, seeing more debris and graffiti everywhere you looked. The hairs on the back of your neck started to stand up a little, foresight warning you something bad was about to occur if you kept walking. You held out a hand and grabbed V’s shoulder before you walked further, eyes scanning the area warily as that gentle breeze blew through again. Something was definitely here; you could tell that much. V looked at you, then looked around as well, gripping his cane tighter as Shadow growled and stepped forward, teeth bared and saliva dripping from its maw.

As soon as the cat entered the clearing, Demons began to appear, bubbling up from the ground and materializing into existence. The exit behind you was closed by tumbling rubble, and all other escapes blocked by...a shield of sorts? You stared in shock and confusion, sending what looked like red, magic veins and magic blocking any way out. This was a trap of sorts then. You and V exchanged a glance, and you were surprised to see he was incredibly calm, slightly bemused even. He walked forward slightly, your hand dropping from his shoulder as you warily waited to see what he would do.

Griffon swooped overhead, cackling as he said to V, “Oooh, genius says ‘be careful’! Yeah no shit, Shirley! Ain’t that right, V?” he swooped past your head, causing your hair to blow in that direction as he squawked, “I mean I know you’ve got girl wonder here now and all but you ARE still fragile, V! Wouldn’t take much to wipe you out in a sticky situation!”

You activated your Void power as he spoke, stepping up beside V as the sensation burned through the veins of your hands. You and V exchanged a look, you offering a light smile as you told him, “I’ve got your back.”

He inclined his head, giving you a small nod and twirling that silver cane.

“Excellent.”

Griffon made a noise of pain at your words, swooping by again as he continued, “Yeah well I’m just sayin’ running away is okay. It’s always okay to run away if you two aren’t up to it!”

You rose a brow, knowing damn well running away wasn’t really an option with how these demons were looking. In theory, you could use your Void powers to grab them all and yeet yourselves upward, over the shields and to somewhere safe. But these demons seemed easy enough. Squishy, one might say. The basic bitch of demons. You scrunched up your nose as one screeched at you, sending the stench of his breath your way. Yeah, that was definitely not your favorite thing.

On your left, V pulled out his book, opening it with one hand as he looked out at the demons with a half smile.

“He who desires but act not, breeds pestilence,” He read in that smooth tone, voice lilting and almost relaxing in the situation. He closed the book with a gentle thud, eyes tilting forward again as he inclined his head at the demons, “So it is written.”

You heard Griffon sigh, tone slightly exasperated as he landed on V’s outstretched arm, “Okay, Shakespeare, just remember this,” He shook out his feathers, a low growl in his tone as he continued, "You and I like to exist, so get rid of those demons quick, 'cause killin' them ain't my shtick!"  

You stifled a laugh, watching as he flew forward toward the demons, wings glowing with a bright blue mixed within the dark feathers.

“I got your back, ‘cause dyin’ is whack!” He finished his little improvised poem with a hefty cackle, Shadow stepping forward as well to punctuate it with a roar at the approaching creatures.

A second later, the battle began.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18136193/chapters/42882122#workskin

Tagged: @silentwhispofhope @just-call-me-no-name @nightshadow4713 @slightlylunatic

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Your Occasional Girlfriend

Your Occasional Girlfriend:  A Loki Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  F!Loki x F!Reader

Word Count:  1698

Warnings:  Smut (F|F, public sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:  Loki shows up in their female form and wants to have a night on the town with you.  Turns out when Loki is a woman, she’s a little more vocal about how she feels about you.  She also is reminded about how shit some men can be.

A/N:  Femslash Saturday and I’m trying my had at Lady Loki.

Your Occasional Girlfriend

You had been sleeping soundly, dreaming one of those dreams where you realize you were naked and outside in front of people.  Only when you realized you just went with it figuring that was just a treat for everyone else that day.  Had being the operative word.  You had startled awake to see the pale face of a woman hovering over you.  He sheets of black hair fell down around her face.  She had painted her lips black and had the sharpest winged eyeliner you have witnessed in person.

“Loki!”  You yelped, pushing her away from you and clutching your chest.  “You scared the absolute living shit out of me.  What are you doing here?”

“You knew it was me.”  She said with a smirk.  “It usually takes people a moment to realize.”

“It takes people a moment to realize the weird goth chick that looks exactly like the shape-shifting god Loki and is wearing gold horns on her head is in fact actually Loki?”

She laughed.  It had almost a musical quality to it.  Soft and genuine and lacking in the dark undertones that Loki’s laughter often carried.  “I guess most people don’t see things as truly as you do, my dear.”

“I am amazing.”  You snarked.  “But seriously what are you doing here?”

“Don’t question my motives,”  She said tugging on your sleep shirt.  “Get up.  I want to go drinking.”

“Why?  You don’t even get drunk on alcohol here.”  You whined.

“I know I don’t.  You do.  Get up.”  She insisted.

You groaned and swung your legs over the edge of the bed.  “I hate you.”

“Yes, everyone does, darling.  Now get dressed.”

You sighed and got up and went to your closet.  Sometimes you just had to pick your battles and when Loki had decided you were their friend, there were so many to choose from.  You pulled a dress out of your closet and she tutted and shook her head.  You put it back and took out another.  Then again.  Until you finally removed one she approved of.

“How come I have to dress up and you get to go out looking like an androgynous lesbian goth and I have to look like I’m about to be a backup dancer in a Latin music video?”   You asked.

“Androgynous bi goth, thank you very much.”  She corrected you.  “And because I know what looks good.  Hurry up.”

You huffed and dressed.  Loki did your hair and makeup for you and the two of you went out.  You walked through the city beside her, not really knowing where she intended going.

Occasionally you’d pass groups of men who would woof whistle or tell you to smile more.  Loki would wave her hand and you'd hear choked sounds of pain behind you but were never quite sure what happened.

When one guy yelled out at you asking if he could show you both a good time Loki bailed him up against a wall holding a knife to his throat.  “You’d like to show us a good time would you?” She hissed and grabbed his balls in her free hand.  “I'm assuming these were involved in the grand vision you had involving us and a good time?”

“Yes,”  He choked.

“Mmm… So I would assume you would like to keep them for future good times?” She practically purred.

“Yes, please.” He whimpered.  The whimper turned into a screech of pain as Loki tightened her fingers.  “Please no.”

“Then say sorry to my girlfriend.”

He looked around wildly before his terror filled eyes landed on you.  “I'm sorry, miss.  I'm sorry.”

“Now,” Loki hummed, as she ran the point of her blade down his neck and chest.  “I want you to promise to never ever harass another person as long as you live.  I want you to preach to all your friends the follies of catcalling women.  And if I hear otherwise I will track you down and show you exactly what kind of delay there is between cutting someone's cock off with a very sharp knife and the time it takes before they realize they're in pain.  Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes.  Yes, ma’am.” He stuttered.

Loki gave his balls one last squeeze before letting him go.  He fell over and threw up at her feet.  She sneered and returned to your side.  You took her hand and entwined her fingers with yours.  “I can’t tell you how hot you are to me right now.”  You teased.

“I know.  I’m magnificent.”  She snarked.

You leaned against her shoulder and fluttered your eyelashes at her.  “You’re my hero.”

She smirked and looked at you out of the side of her eye.  “Let’s not get too carried away, shall we?”

“You called me your girlfriend.  Is that what I am?”

She hummed and tapped her fingers on the back of your hand.  “For tonight.”

“God, you are cryptic.”

She laughed and pulled you against her side.  “That is literally my thing, darling.  I am the goddess of stories.”

You shook your head as she turned a corner and made her way towards a club that still had a line outside despite the fact it was already past midnight.  She walked straight to the front door where the bouncer just looked you both up and down before letting you in.

“Are we here to dance?”  You asked.  Loki laughed the most sarcastic sounding laugh you had ever heard in your life.  “Then why a club?”

“I mean, I’ll watch you dance if you like.”  She basically yelled against your ear.   “I just wanted it to be loud and dark so I could finger you under the table and no one would notice.”

“Loki!”  You squawked.

She gave you a devious smile and beelined for the bar.  You let her pull you along and waited for the bartender to notice you, keeping yourself pressed against her.

“Hello, ladies.  Looking good.”  A guy said sidling up to you both.

“I don’t remember asking for your input on that,”  Loki said with a roll of her eyes.

“Can I buy either of you a drink?”  He asked completely oblivious to how close he was to getting a dagger in the spleen.

“I’m fairly sure I can handle it.”

“Come on now, pretty girl.  Play nice.”  He purred pushing himself right up against her.

Loki grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him into the bar.  “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

He babbled something incoherent and Loki let him go.  “Fucking psycho.”  He muttered as he slunk away.

The commotion had caught the attention of the bartenders and one came over and took your orders right away telling you they were on the house.

“You know how Thor always calls you brother?”  You asked as you took a seat at a table in the corner.

“Yes, he calls me sister when I’m in this form.  He’s used to it.”  Loki said, sliding in beside you.  “Not everyone is as good about it as he is.”

“So it’s not just something Asgardians are?”  You asked.  “Thor can’t change?”

“Everywhere in the 9 Realms, there are people who are one thing or another.  Both or neither.  You are what you are, darling.  Nothing can change that.”  She said running her hand up your thigh.

“Yeah but I don’t know anyone who can do…”  You said, gesturing to her.

“And now you do, your world has expanded.  How lucky for you.”  She replied taking a sip from her drink and creeping her hand under your skirt.  “I had forgotten how awful men could be.  They are much less awful to other men.”

“Same on Asgard?”  You asked.  The question was quickly followed by a choked whimper as her long fingers ran up your pussy.

“Yes and no.  Usually, they aren’t so vial.  Plus the whole, Valkyrie situation often makes them a little concerned.  But it happens.”  She said as she languidly stroked your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

You gripped the edge of the table and hissed through your teeth.  “This is really happening is it?”

“I told you it was.  I’m a woman of whims.  You should know that by now.”  She said, pushing your panties to the side and circling her finger over your clit.  “I was thinking after this, we go home, you can worship me with your mouth.  It has been a while since I’ve experienced that as a woman.”

You moaned softly as her fingers worked your clit sending a buzz through you and imagined what it would be like to eat out a god.  Would she taste different to a regular human?  Would it be sweeter?  Slightly otherworldly.

“What do you think, my pet?  Would you like to kneel for me?”

“Yes, please,”  You croaked.

She hummed and pushed two of her fingers into your cunt.  One thing Loki had always known how to do was use her hands.  She had such long fingers and they seemed to have magnets on them, drawn straight to your g-spot.  She stoked them inside you, keeping her face unreadable, and her movements steady so anyone looking over wouldn’t be able to tell what she was doing.

Well, they wouldn’t except that you were struggling to keep it together.  Every stroke of her fingers inside you, every twist of her wrist, every time her thumb circled over your clit it sent waves of pleasure surging through you.  You clenched your jaw and your fingers dug into the table top.  You panted through your gritted teeth as you tried so hard not to cry out in ecstasy.  Eventually, you ended up just pressing your face into the side of her neck and when you came you bit down into it and let her sinewy flesh muffle the cry.

Loki chuckled as she removed her fingers from you.  “When did you become a biter?”  She asked as she put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Since the god of mischief started fingering me in public places.”

She shook her head and pulled you to your feet.  “Goddess of stories.  Please try to keep up.”

[dc-x-readers]

The Necromancer (Raven x Reader)

Request: Could you please do a Raven x reader fic where the reader is also has magic and bonds with Raven?

This is my second Halloween Installment for Spooktober!

TW: Death, zombies, mentions of violence and Grave Robbing

When you were small you always had a difficult time making friends, you were never really sure why, except for the fact that none of your peers ever understood you. You couldn’t understand why, you thought you were like every other child, but your parents knew you weren’t.

It was until the day you turned ten years old did you finally learn why you couldn’t really bond with your classmates. You were different then they were, you had something they could never have. You had magical powers.

When your mother told you this, that you had magic powers you were excited. You thought is meant you could shoot rainbows from your hands and create sparkles. That was the type of magic that your mind comprehended. You never thought that you power could be so gruesome, you never thought you could bring people back from the dead.

You learned the hard way that you weren’t really bringing people back, you were bring corpses to the surface of the planet and controlling their movement. They were not the people you had known before.

You learned this in a cemetery one night when you were thirteen. You and the one friend you had been able to make, a small goth boy named Rex who believed that he could communicate with spirits, were wandering around an old graveyard after the cover of night. Neither of you expected the grave robbers to be unearthing a fresh grave of a rich socialite.

“Shit! The kids saw us!” One of the grave robbers shouted, and the other pulled a gun from his waistband. He pointed the gun at you, and cold fear shot down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out a terrified scream.

The gun went off, the shot rang in your ears. You screamed again, this time louder, but you weren’t in pain. You heard a thud, as something- or someone- hit the floor.

“Y/N!” Rex shouted, he shook you hard. “Y/N!”

You peaked your eyes open to see Rex, and behind him a member of the living dead, the person’s jaw was rotted off, and his clothes were tattered. Maggots squirmed from it’s eye sockets. You proceed to vomit.

The creature stepped closer to you, it’s arm out stretched towards you and your heart began to beat faster. Rex was loving this.

You didn’t know what to do, so you turned and ran, screaming bloody murder. As soon as you left the cemetery grounds the creature crumpled into a head becoming like a rag doll. You wanted to sob, because you knew that you had been the one to raise the dead to your bidding.

After that day you left. You mother and father weren’t surprised, they sent you money occasionally and notes saying you are always welcome back home, but you couldn’t. You didn’t like staying in once place, because the dead seemed to awaken after you being there for only a brief time.

When you were fifteen you joined the Teen Titans. Batman had founded you and dropped you into the team’s lap only saying you would be an asset. He did not go into details about your powers, nor did he mention the black tabby cat which half of it;s face rotten away, but you didn’t have the heart to send back to the depths of the dead. You liked the Titans. Everyone was kind to you, because they were all different, in some way.

But you liked Raven the most.

She was like you, tortured with a macabre soul and powers that dabbled in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Raven asked one morning, while you were writing a postcard to your parents with one hand, and petting you undead cat, Skelly, with the other.

“Just writing. My parents worry, ya’ know. My mom wants to know if I eat enough! I mean I fight supervillains everyday and risk my life, but she wants to know if I’m eating my broccoli. Mom’s for ya’.” You rambled, finishing up your writings.

“You have parents?” Raven asked, her monotone voice displaying more confusion than you thought it should.

“Doesn’t everyone?” You asked tilting your head to the side to examine the gray skinned girl before you.

“I meant. You could be living with your parents, but you don’t.” Raven corrected herself.

It took a moment for you to respond, because you knew of the team you were the lucky one. Your home life is relatively good, besides your father’s tendency to bring you dead neighbours up from the ground as a joke, and you mother using real zombies as Halloween decorations to scare kids, you parents love, and want you. Most of your team can’t say that. You heart dropped, you felt bad for saying anything about your mom and dad. Skelly nudged you side as if noticing how upset you were.

“It’s hard at home for me.” You supplied after the extended silence, you had assumed that Raven had wanted the answer, but she looked shocked by your words.

Slowly, as if not to frighten you, Raven made her way over to you and sat down next to you. Skelly curled closer to you, the dead tend to shrink away from the living.

“Is it because of your powers?” Raven asked.

You looked up in shock, you had yet to use your gift of raising the dead in front of your team, both afraid of their reaction as well as not liking to disrupt the dead’s slumber unless necessary. The fact that Raven even knew you had any type was strange to you.

“H-how did you know about them?” You stuttered, petting Skelly a little more forcefully.

“I didn’t. I mean, I just assumed after Batman dropped you off here. You're not exactly a master fighter, so you must have a different reason to be on the team.” Raven reasoned, you nodded along.

The two of you lapsed in silence again, both sitting on the ground not looking at each other. You knew this was Raven trying to be nice, Raven has a hard time with her social skills.

“Well, yeah. It is because of my powers.” You said softly. It was true. Your parents used their powers for entertainment, they manipulated the dead carcasses of other people for their amusement. You could never do that, all the dead you raised had a reason, or were accidental, even poor Skelly was arisen because she didn’t get a chance at life the first time, so you made sure you gave her a good life for her second chance.

“I get it. I mean, at home, Azarath, everyone's magic is white and pure, and good. I never fit in their my powers made me an outcast in my own family. The people who I grew up with were afraid of me- for something I couldn’t control! It was hard, and I still feel like the Outcast of Azarath, even though it's all gone. I never would have fit in there.” Raven sighed, she leaned back a tiny bit, and any image of her you could see in the corner of your eye was gone, but you think you saw a flash of tears in her eyes.

You had to say something, anything, to make the normally quiet hero from crying. You opened you mouth to tell her that she isn’t an outcast now, but the words were stuck in your throat. Before you could even process, your mind was deciding on a different speech.”

“The only difference between me and my parents is that I don’t use my powers for fun.” You sneered, thinking about all of the ‘pranks’ your parents had played on little kids every Halloween. “I respect my powers. You do too, I can tell.”

“Yeah.” Raven sighed.

“Yeah.”

The two of you lapsed into another silence.

[theliterateape]

Nobody is Beyoncé. Everybody Is Gasoline.

By Peter Kremidas

Admit it.

Do it.

You thought you were special, didn’t you?

You did. Really. Really deep down, underneath all your carefully considered status updates.

On the other side of all the handshakes that you think constitute friendships.

Yes I realize this sounds like goth poetry.

Stay with me.

Sorry.

And It’s okay. Me too. By the way.

I’m not judging.

For example, I'm a leaky bucket that periodically needs to be filled up with laughs and facebook likes.

It makes no sense that I should be like that.

But I do it anyway.

Can't help it.

Old habits die...well, almost never.

And yeah, I really really thought I was going to grow up and everybody was going to see how special I was.

And they would love me.

Because I was so uniquely unique.

Hell, my grandma thought the shit shined right off of out of my ass and lit the moon.

She was also, at other times, a very reasonable person.

I see no reason why I shouldn’t have believed her.

Or, you know. TV.

Wait a minute…

...am I doing poetry right now?

...

I honesty l just thought the stuff with the spacing would set a sort of timing for the reader, and communicate the pauses and inflections that I can’t make because I’m not talking right now.

You know what the most important part of comedy is timing?

Anyways, TV.

And superheroes, especially. For me.

Here were these guys, the good guys. And they just make things right.

They're so cool.

And strong.

A superhero is the best thing you could ever possibly hope to be aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…

You can be anything you want to be.

So admit it.

Please.

I can’t be the only one.

And it’s not because we’re stupid.

They were all very convincing.

But…

...and, look…

It hurts me to say this.

Really.

Because

it

is

 such

 A fall.

From expectation.

From comforting, ego petting, illusion.

 SoIHaveThisThingToSayToYouAndItMightHurt

Sorrysorrysorry...sorry in advance.

...

Okay I’ll just say it you’re just another dumb fucking human.

There.

I said it.

You’re just another dumb fucking human.

Just like me.

We are just a bunch of dumb fucking humans.

With a full ninety-eight percent of our thoughts done unconsciously.

Driven by our...that’s a true fact, by the way, what I said before. The ninety-eight percent thing.

Driven almost entirely by our most animalistic knee jerk impulses.

Which, really, is fine. I’m not judging.

My cat is the same way.

I love my cat.

And I love you, too.

But we’re human.

And we’re dumb.

We humans always want three things.

What we says we want,

What we think we want,

And what we really want..

And we’re not special.

And I know a lot of you still really think you are.

Exceptional.

One of the chosen few.

Maybe you even think you have a destiny.

Or you actually believe that what I’m saying is depressing

Or negative.

Honeybear, it’s no more negative or depressing than gravity.

It just is.

There's just so many of us.

And we're more alike than we are different.

In another universe, every hero and celebrity is replaced with someone else.

Instead of Beyoncé you have...I don’t know...

...Steve.

You get Steve.

And he can do everything Beyoncé can do. But Steve.

Point is, even if they might be born in the wrong time to do it,  a lot of people can do what they do.

I mean, not me. I can’t.

It's extremely difficult.

But a lot of people can.

And what you can do, too.

And it’s not even a deal.

Even moreso not a big one.

Getting older helps you accept it.

Due to the ‘higher the age, lower the fucks’ quotient.

So look,

History is an amalgam of an almost infinite number choices and consequences pulled out from amongst infinity, barreling blindly and relentlessly all the way from nothing to here, tunneling straight through solid rock made of all other choices and consequences never realized. And it leads all the way up to a Donald Trump presidency.

And also, thankfully, past it.

And history feeds itself almost exclusively on the graves of the nameless.

I know, it’s a long fall from what seemed so true.

That you were so extraordinary.

After so much sense was made from it.

And all the choices based on it.

But you aren’t.

And as soon as your name is said for the last time,

You’ll be one of those nameless graves too.

And, yeah. That might hurt to hear right now.

But you’ll get over it.

You got over Santa Claus too.

Yes I realize this isn’t a unique observation.

But that kind of proves my point.

And you know what?

I actually think it's pretty cool.

We are the fuel of history.

Your choices matter.

So choose wisely.

I said you weren’t special.

I didn’t say you weren’t important.