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Channie's Room [Kinktober '24]

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♡ Pairing : chan x afab! reader

♡ Genre : smut, daddy kink

♡ Word count : 2.5k words

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content. I will not put any more specific warnings to avoid spoiling the story. Read at your own risk!

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September is almost ending, and nothing in your life seems to be going well. You have a job, but it isn't what you wanted in the first place but it pays well, though; you just broke up with your boyfriend of 2 years, you're getting kicked out of your old apartment for adopting a kitten, and when life couldn't get any worse, your cat just puked on your favorite rug just before you were about to pack it, you wanted to scream, but you didn't want to scare off your cat. You loved the little bugger even if he's a pain in the ass sometimes. You wanted to relax a bit before going back to packing, and you remembered it was Saturday night, and that only means one thing,

🔴 Channie's Room is now LIVE

You settled in with your comfortable clothes, your favorite drink, and, of course, your favorite toy. You got into the stream and saw him, only in a white, fitting tank top, camera stopping on his neck; he's got a new wolf scratch tattoo on his shoulder; shit makes him hotter than ever. 

"Hey everyone, it's your favorite Korean-aussie, Channie!" He greets, making hand gestures.

He seems awfully cute with his greetings. He takes his time to catch up with his viewers and greets his loyal patrons and generous tippers. You've been a patron for as long as you can remember, and you loved his genre. Even though he streams NSFW content, he makes you happy and giddy. You also know deep down that this guy looks good. 

"Oh wow, thanks for the tip, wanderingbae. I haven't even started yet." He giggled, and you could see his abs tense. You bit your lip wondering what he got in store for today's live.

"Tonight, I'm doing requests! I want to know what my baby girls and boys want to see for tonight. So let's open up my ngl." He giggled.

"Oh, baby girl asks if daddy can take his tank off and..wow you want to hear daddy whimper? Tell you how much he likes it and how bad he needs to cum?" How can this man go from cute to sexy in just a blink? He was giggling a few seconds ago, and now he's straight-up teasing.

This would be another Channie's room that surely won't fail to give you mind-blowing orgasms. Let the stream begin!

The following day, you filed for leave to facilitate your moving to a new apartment. You went later in the afternoon after you finished packing all your stuff. Your room was on the fourth floor, and it's just your luck that the elevator was being repaired for the day and would be fixed late in the evening.

"Great, just great." You sighed, looking at your things. You didn't really have a lot of stuff: two big suitcases of clothes and other necessities, a huge box for other essential life stuff such as kitchenware, your cat's things, and your cat carrier. How could you bring these to the fourth floor? Sure, multiple trips wouldn't be the problem, but the weight of what you're going to carry was the one you're worried about.

"Need some help?"

You turned to look at the man who spoke with a familiar voice, making you unconsciously drop your jaw at the gorgeous man in front of you.

"Oh, it's fine. I can wait for the uh elevator."

"Really? I heard it won't be fixed until late in the evening. What floor are you moving to?"

"Fourth, but really, I can wait. I don't want to bother you or anything, " you insisted.

"I live on the fourth floor, too! Nice to meet you, neighbor. My name is Chris." He smiled. You know you're not supposed to trust strangers, especially good-looking ones, but who cares about stranger danger if it's this man? You feel a good vibe from him, and besides, he probably lives next to your new apartment. Getting to know your neighbors is a good start.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, too."

"Let me help you carry these. I insist." He offered again.

"Are you sure? We're probably going to make a few trips up and down."

"I can handle it. Carry what you can, and I'll take care of the rest." He winked.

You carried what you could, and it was done in a flash. How did this guy carry all of it? How does he have so much stamina? He settled your things in the living room, and you thanked him for it. You asked him to stay so you could order food for him as another way of saying thank you, but he said he'd come over another time, and then you added that you could cook for him.

Settling into your new apartment was surprisingly easy, especially when your neighbor is very kind, not to mention eye candy. He gets along with your cat so well. You've shared a few conversations, and you have even invited him over for dinner sometimes or just to hang out, and he would be totally down for it. You've spent quite some time together for a month already, and you'd be a liar if you didn't say you hadn't had a single dirty thought about this man.

"Cool tattoo you got there." You complimented him on the wolf scratch tattoo on his arm. It's the first time you're seeing it since he rarely wears a muscle tee or tank top outside since it's cold. It looked oddly familiar, though.

"Thanks." He smiled.

It was your first time in his apartment since he usually visited yours. He graciously offered to cook dinner tonight, and while he was setting up the table, you looked around and saw a few pictures of him, his baby pictures, his family back in Australia, and his dog. You saw a guitar and a keyboard near the shelf of a thousand albums of probably his favorite artists, and then a small opening of his room showed he had LED lights and a computer setup inside. His room looked like you'd seen it somewhere, but you just couldn't point out where. It's your first time coming to his apartment that's why it baffled you why it was so familiar.

Dinner was served, and it was delicious. Chris opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate. He said that he had reached a milestone on his channel. Chris had told you he worked online as a freelancer, but now that he's mentioned the word "channel," he might be a famous YouTuber, but you were too dumb to notice.

"So, what's your youtube channel? What content do you do?" You asked him.

"Oh, I don't upload on youtube. I livestream on some website."

"What website?" you asked out of curiosity, and then it clicked to you exactly who he was: the broad torso, the muscular arms, the tattoo, and the accent. It's him—it's definitely him. You're not being delusional.

"An adult livestream site." He gave you a mischievous smile. "Judging by your expression, I have a feeling that you know who I am."

"You... you're Channie in Channie's room, aren't you?" you hesitantly said, and he laughed at how cute you were blushing when you mentioned his screen name and channel. Obviously, you were a patron since you knew who he was and the title of his streams, but he didn't know that you were a generous tipper, too.

"Guessed it right." He chuckled. "You a fan?"

You were hesitant to tell him the truth; would he make fun of you? Or would he think that it's hot how you watch him every weekend? Oh how you wanted to scream from fangirling, you've always wanted to see how Channie looked like and you were right, he looked like God had taken the time to perfect him with the just the right amount of everything but overflowing with sexual appeal and gorgeousness all over.

"So you are." He concluded with your reaction, and you gulped. "Hey, there's nothing to be shy of, baby girl."

Your clit buzzed when he called you baby girl, and you might have felt a little wetness start to pool down there.

"You're shitting me. How come I didn't notice right away? Those kissable lips you show from time to time, the fucking hot wolf tattoo—oh shit, I said too many words, was it too much?—"

"So you think I have kissable lips?" He teased.

"No! I mean, yes, you do! I didn't expect you'd be this hot in person and that you'd be m-my neighbor!" You stuttered, getting nervous for the first time in his presence.

"Well, did I exceed your expectations?" he asked, and you nodded, pursing your lips, scared that you'd accidentally tell him your nastiest thoughts about him. "Wolf, got your tongue?"

"N-no..I don't know." You said. 

You can't even look him in the eye. You wondered if he was imagining how you'd play with him every weekend, and you got embarrassed thinking about it, but little did you know he was already imagining it. Did you like his streams? Did you get turned on out of your mind? Did his streams make you sopping wet? Did he help you have earth-shattering orgasms?

Chris thought his heart would burst because of your cuteness, and he couldn't help but be curious; since you saw him cum on cam for god knows how many times, he wanted to see how hot you looked cumming too, but he didn't want to cross a line if you weren't good with it.

"Hey, don't be shy. I should be the one who should be embarrassed. You've seen me play with myself and cum loads of times, I bet." He tried to reassure you.

"Yeah..it was really sexy every time you do." You bit your lip, gathering your courage to look him in the eye. Flashbacks of him playing with himself and shooting hot strings of cum running through your head at full speed.

"I'd really like to see you cum too, if I may." He said, trying to shoot his shot.

"What?" Your eyes widen in shock. "I don't think I look sexy when I cum."

"Let me be the judge of that, kitten." He said, and with that, he moved closer to you, brushing his nose against yours. Were you going crazy? Yes, you were. Were you just letting this man have his way with you? Absolutely. Were you going to make him cum just like in his livestream? Why the hell not? "So, are you down?"

"Yes, daddy." You didn't know how that slipped, but that answer made Chris growl.

You softly placed your lips on his, and he went berserk at how soft your lips were. He didn't want to be rough, but he couldn't help but feel excited, so he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed around each other's bodies as if you missed each other for a long time, leaving no part untouched.

Chris suddenly carried you, not breaking the kiss and flopping you on his bed. He climbed on top of you. He swiftly unclipped your bra, and before you knew it, both of you were undressed in his bedroom. He trailed kisses down your ear, jaw, and neck all the way down until you felt his hot breath reach your dripping core.

"Fuck, this is how wet you get for me, baby?" He groaned; he couldn't wait anymore and started devouring you.

Wet. Hot. Messy

That's how Chris liked it, and honestly, this was driving you crazy as well. You never thought you would end up like this, sprawled in his bed as he eats you with much gusto. He never tasted cunt as sweet as yours, and that instantly made him addicted to your taste. He circled his skilled tongue on your clit, making you moan loudly, and when he sucked on it, you grabbed on his hair for dear life.

“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned, feeling your orgasm build up.

“Yeah? You like that?” He growled between slurps, drinking your juices like he was deprived of water in the desert.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Come on, cum for daddy.”

Your body shook hard as your orgasm washed over you, and Chris hadn’t stopped sucking on your clit even if you were already shaking from sensitivity. He hooked his strong arms around your thighs, preventing you from getting away from his mouth as you writhe from the slight pain and sensitivity.

"Fuck, I would pay to see you cum every damn time!"

As you came down from your high, you pushed him on the bed and straddled him, kissing him, tasting yourself through his mouth.

Finally, you can live out your fantasy of sucking his cock and not just stare at it through the screen. He was already leaking. You always wondered what his cum tasted like, so you licked a bit of it on his precum-coated tip while making eye contact. It was everything you've ever imagined. His eyes were looking directly at yours with desire and anticipation.

You wrapped your hand around his thick girth and spread his precum with your thumb all over the tip of his cock, which earned an exasperated sigh from him. You licked from the bottom of his shaft all the way up before swallowing him whole. You knew Chris was a moaner in his streams, but hearing it in person was absolute euphoria. You sucked and swirled your tongue on his cock as moans spilled from his mouth, and before you knew it, he was already pulling you to sit on it. He got a condom in his bedside drawer and slid it down his thick, hard cock quickly.

You held his cock to position it on your dripping entrance and slowly sank on it. Both of you let out a satisfied groan once he bottomed out. You grinded on his cock at a slow pace which was frustrating him, so he flipped you over and slowly started picking up the pace. It was rough but delicious. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as he began hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Who’s your daddy, baby girl? Tell me.”

“You are...SHIT!” You screamed as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he thrusts into you hard and deep.

“Like that baby? You like daddy rubbing your little swollen clit like that?”

“Yes! FUCKING YES, DADDY!”

You felt his cock twitch every time you called him daddy. He continued his ministrations, and he felt your pussy tighten as you reached your peak and then it contracted uncontrollably as if your orgasm was milking Chris into his very own, and with a few sloppy thrusts, he came into the condom. Moans and profanities slipped out of his mouth as you both rode your orgasms out. Chris withdrew and threw the condom out and laid beside you—both of you sweaty and out of breath.

“That was..”

“Mind-blowing.” He finished your sentence for you.

“Mind if we do it again sometimes, daddy?”

He giggled, cringing at the word you called him by in a non-sexual situation.

“Sometimes?” He cocked his eyebrow. “I guess you don’t want the full Chris experience then?”

“Every day then, if you let me join in on your streams someday.” You teased, unserious about joining, but it wouldn't be bad, though.

“Deal!”

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ SAY ‘AHH’ featuring wriothesley.

tags : orgasm delay/denial, public sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, edging, slight exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, public groping, slight praise kink // wc. 0.7k

author’s note : i really like this one, esp since im actually saving for wrio (HOYO LET HIM OUT OF THE DUNGEON PLEAAAAASE) i need him bad and my ovaries scream in joy whenever he appears on screen :3 also there's this one voiceline he says in the archon quest that actually has me arching? joe zieja the man you are :(( anyways notes n reblogs are always welcome here, please don't spam (esp w/o a follow), and that's all the admin stuff done, enjoy your read!

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everyone wants to get close to WRIOTHESLEY. he’s the most feared fighter in the fortress of meropide, having won countless pankration matches and being voted most likely to head the fortress more times than even he himself could count. 

everyone’s fear and admiration of this man is partially why you think you can feel a million and one pairs of eyes on you as you sit on his lap in the coupon cafeteria, his throbbing cock nestled deep in the confines of your dripping cunt. “baby…”

“keep it down, angel,” he grumbles, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth before offering you a bite of your own meal. “people are gonna get suspicious.”

as if the scene wasn’t suspicious enough anyways! everyone knows of your relationship with wriothesley (it’s a hot topic in the women’s dorms, the fact that you share a room with him), so it isn’t completely irregular to see you sitting in his lap in the cafeteria. 

what is completely irregular and may raise suspicion is the fact that as you sit on his lap, wriothesley’s length is slowly but discreetly pumping into your stretched out cunt, it’s engorged tip nudging against your g-spot with every movement. it’s intoxicating, but he told you that you can’t make a single noise, and just sit pretty until he’s finished eating. 

he also told you that you can’t cum either, and that if you do, he’ll have no problem fucking you out in the open for everyone else to see how much of a slut his girl is. 

“hnnn, wrio…” muffled moans are directed into the crook of his neck and you bite down gently on his skin. it’s not helping that every time you make a noise a little too loud for his liking, he moves his hips upwards that little bit more, pressing his tip harder onto your g-spot. as a result, you can’t hold yourself back, leading to a cruel cycle of wriothesley’s brutal edging and your pitiful compliance. 

“almost done, baby, see?” he points to the nearly empty metal container before lifting a forkful of food to your mouth. “open up now, doll. say ahhh.”

“ahh–ah!” his hips thrust upwards and your eyes roll lewdly into the back of your head as your tongue lolls out onto your bottom lip. a couple of heads turn but you manage to cover it up by burying your head into his chest. 

wriothesley has to restrain himself from bursting out with laughter. you’re trying so hard to be good for him that it’s becoming a struggle, and watching you try to stop yourself from giving in and fucking yourself on him like he knows you want to is providing him with ample entertainment. you’re such a good girl, sitting pretty and letting him spoonfeed you your pleasure by edging you in broad daylight. 

“what’d i say about being quiet, doll?” his voice is a low whisper in your ear, one hand slipping under your skirt and squeezing your ass harshly. “ ‘s almost like you want to get caught.” he starts to speed up his slow grinding, hands sliding up to your waist as he starts to move you back and forth. 

“god, you want it bad, huh?” he feels your teeth brush his neck. “my girl can’t even wait ‘til we got back to the dorms, shit.” you try to gyrate your hips discreetly, your pussy aching to feel him against your sweet spot again. “let up a lil’ bit, sweetheart, you’re squeezin’ too tight.”

“can’t,” you whimper, nails digging into his biceps. “ ‘s too big.”

“remember what i told you? no cummin’ until i’m done.” he shoves another forkful of his food into his mouth. “and if you don’t mind yourself, i won’t let you cum at all.”

“no, nooo..” your voice fades into a pitiful whine as you stop moving, desperate to please your boyfriend. “wanna be good for you, wrio, wanna be your good girl…”

“i know, baby, i know, but you’re gonna have to wait.” he gestures to the rest of the cafeteria, and the open space surrounding it. “can’t let them see how pretty you look when you cum. that’s f’me only.”

he tugs your hair gently, pulling your heated face out of his neck before tapping your bottom lip with a forkful of food. “open up, honey. we’re almost done.”

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai

✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.

✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.

✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.

I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to. 

 I won.

 I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.

 Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.

 Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing. 

 But fighting is all I know. 

 I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.

 Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter. 

 It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else. 

 Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle. 

 She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend. 

 Shit, me too. 

 However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses. 

 Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.

 Great.

 Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes. 

 I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.

 “Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”

 After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.

 “What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”

 I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”

 “Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”

 “Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask. 

 “You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”

 I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”

 She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment. 

 Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless. 

 Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him? 

 Me. But that’s besides the point.

 A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment. 

 “Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself. 

 While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.

 I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment. 

 “I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected. 

 “Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”

 She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”

 I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face. 

 She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.

 I’m getting hard.

 Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her. 

 That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.

 And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her. 

 Either way, I’ll act on it.

 Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds. 

 “You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.

 I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”

 The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”

 “Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”

 She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”

 I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”

 “That came out my mouth, Abarai?”

 “Why are you still mad at me?” 

 She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story. 

 Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”

 “Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise. 

 “Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”

 “Probably because you love me.”

 “Probably not.”

  Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty. 

 Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.  

 And she knows it. 

 I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me. 

 We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking. 

 “So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.

 She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”

 “You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”

 “Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest. 

 “If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”

 She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together. 

 How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.

 So—I take advantage of it. 

 In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.

 I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss. 

 Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me. 

 The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give. 

 “Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss. 

 “Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.

 She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.

 Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as. 

 Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.

 “You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”

 She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”

 “Shit, angel. I will.”

 Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.

 I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy. 

 I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me. 

 “Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”

 Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”

 And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight. 

 I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us. 

 This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers. 

 “Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.

 Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.

 I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back. 

 Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock.  Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.

 “Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”

 I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”

 “Please.”

 God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this. 

 In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual. 

 It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it. 

 I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy. 

 This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want. 

 My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”

 “Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”

 I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

 Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.

 I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her. 

 Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.

 “Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”

 “Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”

 “Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”

 Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily. 

 My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.

 I’m about to come. Hard.

 But I need her to come first.

 “Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts. 

 “Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”

 She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back. 

She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.

 Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even. 

 And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors. 

 My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”

 Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.

 “Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound. 

 She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me. 

 My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”

 “You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”

 Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.

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[touyaz]

love shot

pairing shidou ryuusei x fem reader

word count 1.7k

notes the dialogue in this is the focal point & i was experimenting with it a lot, so shidou does say really . weird things. he's a lil hot + nasty like that <3 if you dont like it sorry u have no taste ♥️🙏

WARNINGS oral (f rec), masturbation (m), fingering, lots of petnames (wife, babygirl, and some other weird ones), reader has body hair. calls reader's pussy 'she' but otherwise no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

"ain't this the dream?" shidou murmurs, kneading your hips mindlessly. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, lips peppering kisses wherever they can. "bagged a cute, lil wife all for myself."

"stop it," you protest, leaning your head towards his so he has no space to press on. "we can do this later."

a displeased whine escapes him, and he tilts his head to dot kisses along your shoulder instead. "fuck that," he groans, and one hand comes up to tug the neckline of your shirt away. his mouth is hot against you, a little meaner than earlier with how he nips at your skin. he sweetens the blow with a fleeting kiss, only to repeat it all in the next second. "want your attention on me now."

"and i want to finish making dinner, but i guess—" you yelp when he bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, dropping the knife in your hand so you can bat at his hands. "sei!"

"my bad," he snickers, his smirk searing itself into your flesh. "what'cha cookin', sweetcheeks?"

"curry," you snap, holding on to the edge of the counter when he doesn't budge. you bow your head, and as much as you want to finish making dinner, it's getting harder to focus on what you need to do next when shidou licks up the slant of your neck, nibbling on that soft spot behind your ear. "but it's all gonna— gonna burn if you keep this up."

"that's fine," he drawls, voice low like the rumble of a jet lifting off with the promise of taking you to new highs. "i'm in the mood for somethin' else, anyway."

there's no question about what he means when his hand snakes down your front, cupping where you're warm, wanting.

"bet you're pretty hungry for me yourself, huh?" he grins, rubbing over your sex firmly despite the layers. you can't deny it has you a little desperate, melting like butter in the hot pot next to you. it's always been too easy for him to get you like this, to have you craving whatever it is that he wants to do to you. "gonna let me take care of that for you?"

"you can do what you want later," you try again, one final attempt to win this battle, but shidou's never been one to share first place when it comes to competitions.

"or, i can turn this shit off," he starts, and he takes it upon himself to ruin everything you've done, turning the knob on the stove, so the fire dies out. "and you can hop onto the counter and let me dig into that sweet cunt of yours. sounds a lot better my way, yeah?"

there's no point in moaning about your half-cooked meal when he drags you away and helps you sit up on a cleaner surface.

"you're making dinner tonight after this," you tell him.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." he's more focussed on getting you out of your clothes, dragging your underwear down, too, and kicking the pile away when you're finally half-naked for him.

"and washing up."

"babydoll, i'll do whatever you fuckin' want, long as you spread your legs for me."

his words have you biting your cheek, and in a last ditch effort to defy him, you don't part your legs like he wants you to.

you also don't stop him from pushing them apart himself.

"not so mouthy now, are you?" he snickers, staring down at you. you can't hold his gaze and it makes him laugh louder. but then he leans in to kiss your cheek softly and the contrast has you clinging onto the edge of the counter, gulping. "you're so fuckin' cute," he murmurs, biting the fat of your cheek teasingly. "it's alright, baby, your cunt's doin' all the talkin' for you, dripping all over the kitchen. this your secret ingredient? cookin' up a love shot for me tonight?"

"shut up," you admonish, squeezing your eyes shut as if that'll help drown out his words. "that's so gross."

"fuck yeah, it is." he grins, canines bared and ready to feast. he finally sinks to his knees, and his voice sounds far away but no less overwhelming. "wouldn't mind you doing it for real. wouldn't ever wanna eat anything without it, though." he drags your legs over his shoulders easily. he wastes no time in getting his mouth on you, licking a long stripe up your slit and groaning at the taste. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it. been starving for your pussy juice all fuckin' day."

"don't— don't say that." you pull on his hair, taking your embarrassment out on him, but the moan he belts out doesn't sound the slightest bit pained.

"eh, why not?" he sucks your clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it lightly enough to make you jerk in his hold. he lets go with a wet smack of his lips, waiting patiently for you to look at him. when he notes the haze in your eyes, the dew on your lashes and the crease in your brows, he grins. "don't wanna hear how I've been thinking about your angel cunt all day? jacked off so many fuckin' times as well—"

"shut up—" you cry, yanking his hair, but he only rolls his eyes back shamelessly.

"fuck yeah, sexy." he drags you to the edge of the counter and back onto his eager mouth. his tongue is hot, wet, everywhere all at once. "pull it harder," he goads. "make it hurt."

narrowly, you watch as one hand disappears below, followed by the sounds of clothes ruffling as he loosens his trousers. "gonna make me nut all over the fucking floor."

he slurps noisily, messily, but it's not enough to mask the grunts and wet clicks that track each stroke of his length. his arm is a blur to you as he pumps himself, and your fingers flex around his pink-tipped strands in an attempt to ground yourself to something that isn't the lewd slide of his tongue into your sopping hole. his free hand joins in now, and it's your eyes rolling back this time, whimpers trickling out you as he starts circling your clit.

you barely understand when he starts mumbling into your pussy, "how about i'll cook ya dinner and you clean up my cum, how's that sound? off my dick and off the floor— so fuckin' dirty, bet you'd do it, though, eh?" he isn't looking for an answer, continues flicking his tongue and pinching your swollen bud and fucking his own fist to your whines. "soaking my face so much, yeah, you would do it, wouldn't ya? you've been like this all day? been waitin' for me to come home and eat you out? put up a fight earlier for what?" he slaps your clit lightly, but it's enough to have you bucking up, gasping. "yeah, that's it. been wanting this sloppy cunt on my face all day."

another hit lets you hear just how soaked you are from all his spit and drool, from your own arousal. "listen to that, she's been missing me, huh? sweet thing's been pent-up and leaking for me all day, haven't ya?" he kisses your clit and all along your slit, unabashedly wetting his lips with your arousal. "i'm here, babygirl, gonna take care of ya, gonna give you everything you're dripping for."

he uses his entire hand to spread your arousal around. he drags the mess from your slit upwards, soaking the hairs on your pelvis and drying off on your thighs only to push his fingers into your aching hole and follow the slick trail with his tongue instead.

"you ready to cum, baby?" through half-lidded eyes you can make out the way he looks up at you, eyes dark but sparking wickedly. "gonna give me all your honey-sweet love juice?"

you shake your head, gritting your teeth and hating every word that leaves him. you hate how it has you leaking onto his tongue, the coil inside of you winding tight.

he sinks his teeth along your thighs, curls his fingers in your pussy, and screws his hand around his dick. it's too much. he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks; he slips a third finger in and crooks it just right—

"don't leave me hangin' now, sugarcunt," he calls out. "let me get a taste of ya, i'm so fuckin' hungry. thought you were gonna feed me, huh?"

—and you cum with a drawn-out cry of his name, and he drags your high out until it hurts for him to give you any more.

"there she goes, give me all that sweet angel nut, baby."

your head spins, body heavy yet weightless.

over the sounds of your stilted breaths, you hear him growling, wet schlicks following as he brings himself to his own release. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it— gonna bust a— all over. should've cum in your little cunt— do it, next— gonna cum— gonna fuckin'—" his body tenses up and you watch as his cum spurts out, staining your cupboards.

he'll definitely be cleaning that up himself.

"that's the good shit," he sighs, slowing down his strokes. "feels so much better blowin' my load after eating your cum first. might have to bottle you up," he laughs tiredly. he slumps over, resting his head on your knee, and you push back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead.

"what's—" you pant, taking a deep breath in. his chest heaves, but he doesn't look half as affected as you; if anything, he looks ready to go for another round or two, already dotting kisses back up your thigh. "what the hell's honey love juice?"

"all this good shit." he beams, easily sinking two fingers into your pussy. when he pulls them back out, he shows off the creamy strands of your arousal proudly. "and it's honey-sweet love juice. not a fan?"

"god, no," you grumble, staring at the webs that hang between his fingers.

you grimace as he slips his fingers into his mouth, speaking around them, "tastes sweet as honey, though." your face scrunches up with distaste and he continues, "how about sugar squirt, then? or creamy sex slick? or droolin'—"

[elsweetheart]

Can I please have Abby dicking down her shy gf with a strap-on

Love your blog btw 💙💙

thank u !! 🎀

only you.

🎀 minors + ageless blogs do not interact !! shy!reader and dom!abby yum :)

• your face is buried into the pillow you hold against your chest. you can’t look at her, you can’t — or else you might finish before she’s even really gotten to fuck you.

• but it’s abby you’re with, and you knew your moments of hiding away from the pleasure weren’t to last long as soon as she catches on that your shyness is getting the better of you.

• she was rubbing the tip of her strap up and down your soaked core, letting it nudge your clit as you squirmed against it with a muffled whine. she slid it down towards your hole and pressed it against the tightness.

• “you’re tensing up. gotta relax for me.” she hummed in her deeper voice, a hand coming up to massage your hips as she finally looked up at you. “and stop hiding.” she held back a smirk.

• you whined, because it wasn’t enough that you were completely nude, your hips pulled up to be elevated sat on her thighs as she sits on the bed before you — but she also was now demanding that you expose yourself even more. “but i’m—”

• “shy?” she completed for you, having always used that excuse. she gently eased the pillow away from you and you stared up at her guiltily, pupils dilated and lips swollen from biting down on. “shy girls don’t get fucked like this. only you.” you figured it was meant to come out as a little degrading or teasing, but from her voice it sounded loving as she began to rub soothing circles on your clit making your toes curl and breath catch in your throat.

• “abby. please.” you let her take the pillow away fully, hands coming up to grab her strong arms instead. “i’ll relax, i’ll — i’ll be good.” you whimper, trying to grind down on the plastic cock she was withholding ever so slightly. she loves when she gets you desperate and all your shyness goes out the window, putting your pride aside to beg for her.

• “you’re always good. just need you to be brave.” she reiterated, and pushed the strap in slowly — the satisfying fullness making you moan out, going to cover your face but stopping yourself. she sighed out at how she could feel you gripping the girth of the strap, both hands dwarfing your waist once she was pushed in to the hilt. “see how good you take that? nothing to be shy about is there?” she blew a loose strand of hair that had fallen free from her braid out of her face before she began thrusting, the tip grazing your g spot already making you cry out.

• “abby, mhpmgh—” you were sobbing five minutes later, the sound of the plastic fucking into you creating a wet slapping sound through the previously cold room.

• “aw, where’s my quiet girl now hm? all desperate and whiney. you wanna cum so bad don’t you?” she panted, her lips grazing below your jaw as she dropped kisses there.

• “mhm.” was all you could manage when she snaked a hand between your bodies and thumbed at your clit once more.

• “tell me what you want. be brave one more time and i’ll let you cum all over my fucking cock. you want that don’t you pretty girl?” she commanded and your legs locked around her ass, trying to pull her impossibly closer as you felt the tightness in your tummy building.

• “please just keep rubbing me there. s’gonna make me cum abs.” you wailed out, and that was all she needed to drive it home— fucking you until you practically exploded beneath her.

• once she was finally done with you, and best believe abby likes to play with you for a long time — your shyness crept back in as you screwed your eyes shut, cringing at all the depraved shit that came out your mouth. she pulled you closer as she caught her breath from quite the ab workout and watched you carefully with a small smile. she stroked the frown line between your brows as you privately cursed yourself out until your eyes fluttered open, face smoothing out a little despite you still looking tense.

• “whats the face for?” she kissed your temple.

• “just embarrassed. i was acting all… dirty.” you avoided her eyes and she held back a laugh as to not embarrass you further. she took your chin gently in her grasp and made you look up at her with an earnest expression.

• “you sure were… it was pretty—” she kissed you. “sexy—” she kissed you again. “if you ask me.”

[lotusarchon]

can't stop looking at her t-t-t-face! (xiangliu x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov, headcanons, nine headed demon is xiangliu, fluffy headcanons, xiangliu is a little shit, mentioned ex marriage, nsfw headcanons, minors + ageless blogs DNI, experienced asshole xiangliu, rough sex, teasing, biting kink, mentioned snakes (only with his hair and NOTHING ELSE!!), wax play, blindfolds

author's notes: okay has anyone written for him?? or is he another ao lie situation?

SFW:

𐙚 Full honesty, I think he's an absolute asshole at the beginning of a relationship. Not out of spite or anything, but given that he was once a prince, and is seemingly used to getting what he wants, I can see him being a prick towards others, even someone he likes.

𐙚 Again, not in a spiteful way, but rather in the same way some kids might've bullied their crushes when they were younger. It doesn't make it okay though, and when Xiangliu realizes he's hurting your feelings, he genuinely brings a stop to it, because he does like you and he does want the best for you.

𐙚 I mean, he's still cocky though. He does have an ego like the Monkey King. I can see him finding it funny to teasing you a bit, poking your pouting cheeks and commenting how adorable you look when you're mad.

𐙚 Dating him also means you're gonna have to deal with him being protective as fuck. Maybe not borderline controlling, but he's the type of partner to worry if you're not with him. If he has a phone, he'll call you and if he can't call you he tries to look around for you. Most likely, if he was given a choice, Xiangliu would follow you everywhere to make sure you're okay.

𐙚 While I don't think he'd listen to you regardless of what you say, he does value your opinions. Maybe he might not listen if you ask him no to bring about the whole chaos business, but he considers what you've said to him, and might even think you're right. It'll have to depend if he actually decides not to go through with his plans, or to go through with them without hurting anyone else for your sake.

𐙚 If you sneeze, just know that Xiangliu can sense it from halfway across the three realms. He has a sense that tells him something is wrong with you.

𐙚 Please let him hold your hand and kiss you in public. Grant him the opportunity to get your name tattooed somewhere on his body so everyone can know he's taken, thank you.

𐙚 He's been married before yeah, but you're by far the first partner Xiangliu genuinely adores. You're just so amazing like that.

𐙚 Xiangliu is the type of guy to be so rude to anyone that flirts with you or him intentionally. What do you mean, the other partner doesn't need to know, or there's no ring on your finger, so therefore you have no partner? What do you mean, you think we're family and not dating?? He'll be so rude in the most polite way possible that when he's done, whoever is flirting with you or him will never be able to find the face to flirt again. You don't mess with Xiangliu and his pookie bro.

𐙚 Oh, speaking of which; he definitely calls you a bunch of weird nicknames. Some are sweet but others…are just insane.

𐙚 “Oh, my pookie wookie snookie bear.” “Now now my darling bumpkin―” “🥺 my favorite espresso with whip cream.” “Stay away from my omega, bitch.”

𐙚 Listen, I refuse to believe he doesn't know of slang and brain rot. You expect me to believe he was trapped in the mortal realm for so fucking long that the only thing to stop him from going insane wasn't to learn about mortal habits?? That fucker is worst than a gen alpha.

𐙚 If he has a phone, expect to see fanfiction. Somewhere out there, he's written a fanfic of the two of you in a highschool setting. I'm not kidding.

NSFW;

𐙚 This man was a prince and let me assure you by saying he definitely had women (and men, who knows) at his feet. Hundreds of consorts, and even a wife at his beck and call. I refuse to believe he doesn't have experience. Even without the countless admirers and wives he had, there was just no way the tutors with his previous identity hadn't taught him for the day he would be wed.

𐙚 So, with that out of the way, let me assure you by stating; outside of the bedroom, Xiangliu is overall a pretty sweet boyfriend. Yes, he can be cocky and eccentric at times, but he's also overprotective and values your safety. Inside the bedroom, he's an absolute menace. He will fuck and tease you until you're sobbing into the pillows, and all he has to say in response is, “Oh my darling, the fun has only just started. No need to cry~” like an absolute dick.

𐙚 He will literally torture you in any way possible. Fingering you until you're so close only to stop and leave you crying, tying you up with a vibrator to your puffy clit, adjusting the settings so it's just not enough for you to cum, whispering degrading things into your ear until you can only press your legs together yet never find any relief because he's suddenly ‘busy.’ Safe to say, he takes great pride in seeing you turn into a mess.

𐙚 I think he'd like to bite you if you allow him too. Neck, shoulders, thighs―if he sees any part of you bare, he wants to sink his teeth into your skin. This isn't even sexual, but it does happen often during sex while he's fucking you. Maybe while eating you out his teeth bites your inner thigh, relishing in the sight of his teeth marked into your skin. Or maybe if your back is against him while he fucks from behind he'll bite your shoulder and leave a nice mark for anyone to see. Or maybe your neck, on the rare occasion, right where your pulse is located, the mere idea that you're completely at his mercy spurring him on.

𐙚 Probably blindfolds you too if he's feeling extra evil. The fact you have no idea what he could be planning cause you can't see shit, completely tense on guard, it's just so fun. You're right where he wants you to be, and he'd by lying if he said it wasn't fun.

𐙚 On the rarest of occasions, he might spice things up a bit, probably by bringing in some candles. Xiangliu likes creating patterns on your body from the melted wax, but he's careful not to burn you with the dripping wax against your back, only for him to take his ever-so gentle time peeling them off right after, dragging his hands against the tender skin while he fucks into you from behind.

𐙚 Xiangliu seems like a pretty kinky guy honestly. He probably has a world of kinks (none gross) that he wants to try on you, and a wide variety of positions he wants you in. Doggystyle is fine, but he might also like the idea of fucking you in a nelson position, his arms holding up your legs to your shoulders while you squirm and moan against him. It's hot, he's not gonna deny that.

𐙚 Also, apparently snakes have two penises. So uh, double penetration via double dicks anyone??

𐙚 Not a headcanon but do the curtains match the drapes and does he have snakes down below? 🧍

@lotusarchon, 25.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[90sbee]

You are my canvas, I am your doll

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

1k words. Also on ao3.

And when you two pull apart, he looks even more desirable. Full of need, of love, pupils dilated and lips parted. You caress his eyebrow gently, eyes focused on the way his eyelashes —coated with your mascara and the smudged eyeliner— look on him.

Leon and you attend a party. You just had to do his make-up first.

You know, this is not funny. You let @navstuffs read this one earlier cos you want to spoil her and she ends up giving you more ideas. Not fair. So yeah I guess I’m writing a second part actually.

Content: Mostly reader’s pov. No use of y/n. OOC Leon because he is actually living his best life here and not depressed as shit. Reader is shorter than Leon. Leon is slightly dom but he also calls himself ‘good boy’ and ‘pretty boy’. Pet names, established relationship, Leon confused about make-up items. Did I mention doing his make-up sitting on his lap because yes.

Warnings: +18 cos brief smut (Leon just loves eating pussy, actually). Minors and ageless blogs dni. Alcohol consumption but no one is drunk. Grinding aka slutty dance moves. Leon is insecure about his looks for like. 2 lines.

He is a gorgeous sight, blond strands crowning his face, the way his smirk seems to follow you as you two dance closely, bodies almost locked together. There are others around you, but Leon makes it clear that his gaze is only fixed on you, glittering blue eyes enjoying your figure.

You turn around, stop the lustful grinding against him, and cup his cheek, forcing his strong body to accommodate to your lower height. The alcohol is already making you bubbly, but he does not mind.

“Pretty. Pretty boy,” you breathe out, grazing his lips with delicacy.

“Yeah? Your pretty boy,” he repeats.

You smile.

He is a gorgeous sight indeed. Dark t-shirt doing nothing to hide his pecs, biceps stretching the thin clothing, as if teasing you —you know he is. You press a quick kiss into his lips and for a moment he frowns, surprised. He hadn’t expected it. He mouths something, but the music is too loud to decipher anything.

“What did you say?”

“I asked why just one… Do it again,” he answers, already attacking your neck with gentle bites, eager to mark his precious angel. You huff, and scratch his head, your hips moving once more to the rhythm of the songs.

“I love you.”

“Love you too,” Leon immediately replies, stealing a kiss from you.

And when you two pull apart, he looks even more desirable. Full of need, of love, pupils dilated and lips parted. You caress his eyebrow gently, eyes focused on the way his eyelashes —coated with your mascara and the smudged eyeliner— look on him.

You’re vaguely aware that your lipstick is probably messed up now, but he does not seem to care. Probably finds you the prettiest woman in the world, no matter what.

“See? Told you you’d look so hot with some make-up on.”

He chuckles, standing to his true height, and pulling you into his chest: gentle laugh emanating from his throat as he kisses your temple.

“As long as we don’t do this too often…” Leon warns you, though he is secretly amused by it. He’d do anything for you anyway. Anything to make you happy, to see that toothy smile etched on your face his whole life.

You two dance slowly then, out of beat. The world you share being the only song to follow. You close your eyes, hugging his body, face pressed tightly against him.

You love him so much. You’re so thankful that he accepted to spoil you with your little date suggestion; that after all the pain he has told you about, he is still willing to try to entertain you, even when it comes to such mundane things.

“Mine,” you mewl, gripping his body harder, suddenly feeling way too fortunate for the man that you get to call boyfriend.

Leon smiles, enjoying the touch, snorting as he shakes his head.

“Someone clingy tonight?”

“You know, you’re just looking too fine. Someone may steal you, actually”

“Doubt anyone could just steal me, I’m quite heavy,” he jokes, sliding his hands up and down your back, his fingers grazing your skin.

“I’ll put you in my pocket, young man.”

“I’d like to see you try that, young lady.”

Laughing against his chest, you look up at him, chin pressed against his pecs, the beating heart in his chest as the most joyful song you’ve heard your whole life.

“There’s my sunshine,” he says, voice raspy, caressing your cheek.

You remember then how he let you work on him, sitting on his lap.

“Pretty please?” you beg once more. Leon licks his lips, feigning annoyance though he already knows he will succumb to your demands.

“Remind me again what I’m getting out of this,” he crosses his arms, figure towering over you, a mocking expression on his face.

“You’ll be all gorgeous. Well, even more gorgeous than you already are,” you try to unsheathe your reasonings to him once more, hoping that he will finally accept them this time. And, it must be your lucky day, since Leon just smirks, nodding.

“You owe me a nice meal,” he states, before you take his hand, excitedly guiding him to take a seat on the couch, next to where all your make-up is already awaiting for him.

Truth be told, Leon is more than pretty. Handsome, strong, features of exquisite delicacy. There was nothing you’d change about him, completely enamoured as you are of him. But deep inside, burned your curiosity, how he’d look like with make-up on, lips glossy, or even an elegant smokey eye decorating his eyelids.

As you start grabbing your make-up items, taking a seat on his lap, Leon gulps. He has to admit it, the existence of that little speck of insecurity boiling in his stomach. As you examine a small black stick whose function he ignores, he frowns slightly.

“What exactly are we doing today?” he asks.

“Not sure yet. Probably just something that accentuates your eyes,” you reply, the little tub and stick nearly on his face now. “Your eyelashes are to die for.”

“Is that a good thing?” he inquires, still confused.

“Definitely,” you look at him, concentrated, and he sighs, but nods, consciously choosing to let you work on him in silence.

“I’ll let the pretty artist do her thing,” he whispers, as you start drawing a thin line next to his waterline. Your movements are slow, tongue sticking out as you make sure to nail the eyeliner trace, curling eyelashes with the most utter tenderness and then applying the mascara with very light strokes, warning him not to blink.

“What if I do?” he asks, serious.

“You’re not getting kisses.”

“Sounds like I’ll better be a good boy then,” he adds, pulling your hips closer to his, voice needy.

Leon notices your mind seems to have wandered off. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, his gaze concerned.

“Everything okay?”

You nod slowly, flustered.

“I’m just thinking…”

You just look up at him once more, and Leon swears he could die. Prettiest little thing, so small and precious in his grip, eyes hungry. And he understands. He nods, quickly, before taking your hand, head already anticipating what may fill up the rest of the night.

“Let’s go home, love.”

And when you two end up in bed that night, lipstick on each other’s faces and mascara clumps on your cheeks, framing wet kisses and hard thrusting, you find he has never looked hotter than now. With your make-up all over his face as he, gallant as usual, licks your juices off his lips.

“One more?” He says, though he doesn’t really expects an answer, as he dives his mouth once again between your thighs.

I have to stop thinking of slutty Leon with make-up or I'll go stupid. Dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/vase-of-lilies

[newtthetranswriter]

Cuddles And Mischief

Paring: Yuta okkotsu x Gn! Reader

Featuring: Yuta(duh), Toge, Panda, Maki, and Gojo for like two seconds

Warnings: Migraines, cuddles, Toge is a little shit, Panda is Panda, Implied reader trying to kill Toge and panda (Don't worry they’re fine)

Word Count: 3308

Summary: Having chronic Migraines is a bitch, but on the brightside Yuta is the sweetest person to ever live and he just so happens to be your boyfriend. Cuddles are on the agenda and also apparently killing two classmates.

A/n: This is just something I thought of cause I've had a crazy bad migraine for the past week and just needed some cuddles. I believe that Toge 100% knows how to pick a lock, you can fight me on that. Also, I wrote this with the thought of JJk happening more like when they’re in college just cause I was more comfy with that, I’ll probably go back and edit my Toge fix to be the same at some point. Also please request stuff, i have a list of fandoms i will write for in my pinned post and i'm going to update it later to have the characters listed as well. Anyways enjoy this Yuta fluff.  MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

If I had to describe the worst week of my life it would probably be this one. I know saying the worst week of my life is maybe a slight stretch but damn this week sucked. I’ve had a migraine for the past week, and nothing helps, I’ve taken ibuprofen and drank tons of water but again nothing helps. I just want to lay down in a pitch-black room with my boyfriend, Yuta, and sleep in his warm embrace. I crave cuddles, which is odd for me. I’ve never been big on hugs or cuddling but he’s just so warm and inviting I can’t help but crave to be near him.

There are two reasons I have yet to do this though. One, we've been busy with school and training. We go to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu Technical Institute, it's a school to learn about cursed spirits and how to fight them, most of our day is taken up by training and the occasional mission. And secondly, no one knows we are together. You see when me and Yuta started getting closer, we agreed that it would be best to keep our relationship secret from our classmates because some of them can be a lot to deal with, and we didn’t want to deal with the endless teasing. Cough Panda Cough 

It can be difficult to find time for ourselves when dealing with our crazy life. So here I am sitting on the steps next to the training field, watching Maki fight with Panda because he did something stupid. Yuta and Toge are also on the field practicing hand to hand combat, not that either of them really needed it with their powerful techniques. And as to why I'm just sitting here, well one like I said before I have a migraine and two there are only five of us in our class so not enough for even groups, so I'm sitting out right now. 

As I watched Maki pin Panda, I noticed a certain black-haired swordsman eyeing me with concern. With us trying to keep our relationship on the down low, I haven’t had the chance to tell him about my migraine, but I know he could probably tell something was up because I was currently wearing a pair of dark sunglasses that could put Gojo’s to shame. I know I could have texted him, but I didn't want him to worry about me. So here I was being watched by my secret boyfriend while trying to hide the fact that my head felt like it was going to explode.

“MUSTARD LEAF '' I heard I disgruntled Toge exclaim as Yuta completely lost focus on his sparring match with the cursed speech user. 

“Sorry Toge, just lost in thought, would you give me just a minute I need to ask Y/n a question?” Yuta asked as Toge waved him off, obviously upset that his best friend is stopping their training. Yuta then proceeded to make his way over to where I’m sitting on the steps. “Hey Y/n, are you ok? You seem a little out of it, not to mention I don’t think Gojo could even see through those sunglasses.” He asked as he approached.

 “Yeah, I’m ok. Just have a small migraine don’t worry about it. "I'm going to go take a nap after training is over, it should go away after that.” I responded by trying to downplay my condition so he didn’t worry too much. I could tell he didn’t fully believe me but nodded in understanding before walking back to keep sparring with our classmate.

After training was over I headed in the direction of the dorms to try and sleep off this migraine even though I know it likely won’t work. As I made my way through the halls I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me into someone's bedroom. I let out a startled gasp, before I turned to see my boyfriend smiling sheepishly with a blush on his face as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to ask you again if you really are ok? You’ve been acting weird all week and I wanted to know if it was something I had done.” Yuta asked again, obviously concerned for me and worried that it might be his fault I’m not doing well.

“It’s not your fault Yuta. I just have chronic migraines. They just happen randomly and this one has been a bitch. It just won’t go away. Light hurts my eyes, loud noises hurt, ibuprofen doesn't help, sleeping only postpones the pain if I can even fall asleep. I’m just so tired.” I finally told him about this annoying pain. “ I’m sorry for making you worry, I know I should have told you when it first started but I didn’t want you to worry about me. I’m used to this at this point, it’ll go away eventually, until then I'm just going to be tired and on edge.” I could see multiple emotions pass his face as I told him all of this. First was relief that he did nothing wrong, but then concern as I told him how bad it really was.

“It’s okay, I understand you not wanting me to worry but I want to help. You said lights hurt and it's hard for you to get to sleep so I’m going to help out with that.” He said with a serious look on his face and I was slightly confused. How is he going to help with that? “Go lay down in your room and I’ll be there in an hour. I know exactly how to help.” I was shocked as he grabbed his wallet and pulled me out of his room and gently pushed down the hall towards my room. As we reached my room he looked around the hall, making sure no one was around, before leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek before saying “I love you, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Before he ran off down the hall to god knows where.

I decided that it wasn’t worth stressing over cause that would just make my head hurt more so I just went in my room and changed into a pair of light pajama pants and a hoodie I’ve had for almost a decade, don’t judge the hoodie it’s gotten me through a lot of crap. After getting in my pajamas I laid down on my bed trying to relax even though the small amount of light barley breaking through the closed curtains was way too much for my sensitive eyes. I laid there for a good twenty minutes before I fell into a restless sleep that did nothing to block out the sounds of trees blowing in the wind and the distant sound of arguing, probably still Panda and Maki.

Just like he said about an hour after he had run away on a mission to do who knows what, I opened my eyes to see my gentle boyfriend enter my room quietly with bags of stuff hanging from his arms as he closed my door. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he noticed I was awake and smiling at him as he nearly dropped his bags on the floor in shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I was just trying to get in here before someone else saw me.” Yuta said as he walked to my small desk and set the bags of stuff down.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t really asleep anyway. But what on earth did you buy?” I asked as I walked over to peek in the bags. I reached in one and pulled out a bag of my skittles and looked at him confused. “How are skittles supposed to help with a migraine?” I asked, trying to figure it out.

“Those are because I know you love them. This on the other hand I figured would help out a bit with the light sensitivity.” He responded with a smile as he pulled out a package that looked like a black sheet. I again looked at him in confusion. “ It’s a black out curtain. I’m going to hang it in front of your window to block out the light that still comes through your normal curtain. Also figured you could turn on some gentle music to help block out unwanted noise.” He said looking pleased with himself for coming up with the plan.

“You didn’t have to do all this really. I would have just been fine laying in here hiding under my blanket by myself. I really appreciate you taking the time to get me all this, but I can hang this up on my own. You can just go hang with the others, Yuta” I said thinking he was probably going to hang up the curtain and then go hang out with our friends as they did whatever it was they were doing right now.

He tilted his head to the side before smiling and chuckling softly. “No I’m going to hang this up, then you and I are going to lay down together. I know that when you have trouble sleeping you like to have someone with you, I also know it puts you right to sleep when someone plays with your hair. We are both taking a nap and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I was shocked to hear him be so confident about something. Normally he was shy and let others tell him what to do but this was different. I was surprised but also thankful that he was willing to set aside his afternoon to try and make me feel better.

I nodded in response and kissed him on the check as I moved to sit on my bed and eat skittles while he hung up the curtain. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how sweet he is and how lucky I was to have him. After he finished hanging up the curtain he walked over to the side of my bed and sat down. I scooted over to give him enough space to lay down as he took off his shoes. He laid down with his head on the pillow and turned towards me to pull me into him. I jumped slightly at the contact, while I was expecting it, I’m still not used to it. After relaxing into his touch a scooted into his side while resting my head on his chest.

It felt great to be held by him in the complete darkness caused by the new curtains. The only thing this moment was missing was quiet music to drown out the outside noise. Like he read my mind Yuta reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone, opening it and playing my rest playlist on spotify before setting it back down. I smiled as I leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips before cuddling into his chest whispering an “I love you” as I relaxed to the gentle music coming from my phone. I felt him peck the top of my head before he relaxed and started to gently run his fingers through my hair. After about ten minutes of this I finally fell asleep, and for the first time in a week it was like the world fully melted away.

P.O.V Switch to the other students

About an hour later, Y/n and Yuta’s classmates were starting to get suspicious as to where their two friends had disappeared to. It was already dinner time and it wasn’t like either of them to skip a meal so the three were rightfully concerned.

“I know Y/n hasn’t been feeling well recently so maybe they are asleep.” Maki voiced the fact that one friend had been under the weather this week. “But that doesn’t explain where Yuta is.”

“Tunamayo” Toge said as he looked at his fellow sorcerers.

“Yeah you’re right, Yuta was watching Y/n during training today. Now that you mention it they have seemed really close recently.” Panda said as he processed what was being said. “Oh my god, I think I figured it out. What if they are secretly dating and skipped dinner to go on a date?” He exclaimed, almost too excited about the possibility of his two friends getting together.

“I mean it’s likely they are dating but again Y/n isn’t feeling well and I watched Yuta run off earlier like he was going to do something and Y/n wasn’t there.” Maki said looking at the giant bear like he was stupid for forgetting that one of said friends is ill.

“Salmon” Toge said, agreeing that the two were probably a couple but also agreeing that they probably weren’t on a date right now.

“Well then how about we figure this out the old fashioned way.” Panda stated

“By asking them next time we see them?” Maki asked, hoping her friend would say something reasonable for once, though she knew it was unlikely.

“No we go find them, you said Y/n wasn’t feeling well and that they would probably be sleeping, so I say we go check their room. If they are resting, that's where they will be.” Panda stated as if it was the most obvious answer to their problem.

“Salmon” Toge exclaimed with mischief in his eyes as he was the first to dart out of the room towards the dorms. He was determined to see what his best friend was up to at the moment. He also secretly hoped that they were correct that Yuta and Y/n were together because he shipped from the moment he watched the two talk for the first time.

“Toge calm down if you want to find out you gotta be quiet when you go down there. Don’t want anyone hearing you.” Panda said as he followed his friend down the hall. Maki was also with them, though she would deny her curiosity saying it was only to stop the two boys from being stupid.

As they turned down the hall that held the room of their friend who had been unwell all week, they could hear quiet music coming from the bedroom. “You hear that, that’s Y/n’s sleep playlist; they play it every night to help them sleep.” Maki said as she tried to stop her dimwitted companions from disturbing their friend’s sleep.

Only there was a problem, as they didn’t stop and made it closer to the room the three stopped walking in a state of shock. Not because of something they say but something they could feel. It was strange only in the sense that this cursed energy didn’t belong to their ill friend, it belonged to their other missing companion. It startled all of them to feel Yuta’s cursed energy flowing from Y/n room, it was obvious that's where it was coming from as underneath the large cloud of his energy they could barely make out Y/n’s cursed energy mixed in.

“I knew they were together.” Panda stated as he moved closer to the room. Toge following close behind was also excited to break up his friend's private moment.

Maki followed them as they stopped at the door, “you guys know he could have just stopped by here a minute ago to check on them, right” she said, trying to reason this out so the two didn’t invade anyones’ privacy in their attempt to cause trouble.

Panda just looked at her with a roll of his eyes as he tried to open the door. “ Doubt it, his energy is too strong for it to just be a residual, Damn it, they locked the door.” He exclaimed as his plan was foiled.

“Yeah it's probably locked to keep creepy bears from going in there without knocking.” Maki responded not paying attention to the silent member of their group who had ducked down to a crouch in front of the door inspecting the lock.

“Well knocking would be counterproductive Maki, I want to catch them by surprise and not announce my presence.” Panda countered. Again neither of them noticing Toge pull out a couple paper clips from his pocket.

“I think we should just leave them alone, They will tell us when -” Maki started but was interrupted.

“ Mustard Leaf” Toge whispered, shouting to get his friends’ attention. The two bickering sorcerers look at their shorter friend in shock as they watch him start to pick the lock on the door.

“What the hell Toge, why are you doing that?” Maki almost shouted at her friend who just responded with a shrug as if it was a stupid question and kept working.

The three of them were so focused on Toge unlocking the door that they failed to notice their teacher making his way towards the group. “So what are you three doing?” the tall man with a blind fold asked right as the click of the lock coming undone sounded.

The trio nearly jumped out of their skin but as Maki was about to explain it in a way to not get in trouble for breaking and entering, Toge opened the now unlocked door. Panda took the moment of shock from his friend opening the door to tell his teacher what  was happening.

“We are just trying to prove that that is happening.” he said, sounding triumphant as he pointed at his two friends who were peacefully sleeping in each other's embrace. As The Now Four of them took in the sight of the two young sorcerers looking the most relaxed that they have in a while, Toge couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snap a picture of the sweet moment. No doubt with the intention of blackmail in the future.

As the shutter sound resounded through the space the sleeping couple began to stir and with that the group snapped out of their shock. There were six different reactions, one from each person, and they were as follows. Yuta looked up in confusion still groggy from sleep and started blushing as soon as he saw his friends and teacher standing at the door to his partner’s room. Maki shook her head in disapproval of her friend’s stupidity for interrupting someone's well deserved sleep. Panda was holding back a laugh at his friends’ startled expressions. Toge started with a happy smirk until he made contact with the owner of the bedroom he just broke into. Gojo was also laughing as he walked away knowing that one of his students would deal out the punishment for his other students' mischief. And then there’s Y/n, while they were still half asleep they knew exactly who was standing in their doorway and were ready to kick someone’s ass.

Y/n jumped over a still blushing Yuta to get out of the bed, having the complete intention of taking their class from five students down to just three. First on their list was the one currently frantically sending the picture he just took to his other friends so when his phone was inevitably broken he would still have it. Second was the walking stuffed animal who hadn’t stopped laughing since they woke up to the intruders. The only reason Maki was safe was the fact that she had walked away after Gojo left, Y/n also knew she probably was trying to stop the idiots.

As Y/n chased the cursed corpse and cursed speech user, Yuta couldn’t help but start to giggle at his friend’s antics. He also let out a sigh of relief, knowing he no longer had to hide his affection towards the love of his life.

[alovesongtheywrote]

Killer Queen | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary:  Life sucks, have sex with your would-be assassin- whose face is more familiar than you'd like it to be. [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader] 

♥ Warnings:  18+, minors and ageless blogs dni. violence, fighting, implied murder, arranged marriage to someone other than eddie, pwp, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fantasy assassins au, enemies to lovers that went by stupid fast

♥ Word count:  5609

Part 1, Part 2,

The first time death came for you, you were only a child.  

You didn’t understand it at the time.  There was no way you could have.  You just knew that a group of terrifying men had come to your home, broken all your things, and drawn blood from your parents.  Someone took you away before you had to see them die.

You were supposed to be next.  As you were dragged away, you could hear the other assassins laughing.  You screamed, thrashing in the grip of your captor, shrieking as your parents tried to fight to save their child.  The second they were out of your sight, you fell silent.  You didn’t understand the concept of death yet, but you knew in your tiny soul that something had just gone very wrong.

You didn’t stop fighting.  You clawed and bit at your attacker, desperate to return to your parents.  For a child of your age, you did a respectable job.  You tore scratches into the man’s skin, into his face, and across his cheeks.  You were aiming for his eyes.  You missed.  It didn’t take long for the man to pry you off and sit you down in front of him. 

Then, he just stared.

You stared too- less so at the man himself, and more at his knife.  It was massive and terrifying, and you were sure he was going to use it against you.  Tears rolled down your tiny cheeks, but you refused to give in quietly.  When he moved towards you, you hissed at him like some sort of creature and bared your teeth to bite him.

The man simply let out a tired sigh, like he was somehow used to children hissing at him.  As he knelt down before you, you took note of a certain look in his eyes- a familiarity, as if he already knew you.  You were entirely sure that you did not know him.  The stranger said something under his breath- a curse, as you would later realize- and then he stood, offering a hand to you.

“I won’t hurt you, little princess- but I need you to come with me.”

“Wh-where are we going?”

“Somewhere safe, I promise.”

You hesitated, “Will my parents be there?”

He shut his eyes, “Just come with me, princess.  We can find your parents later.”

You believed him.  So, you took his hand and let him scoop you up into his arms.  You fled your home in the dead of night.  You never saw your parents again.

–

So, here’s the thing about sneaking out of a castle.  It is way the fuck easier to do when you’re a royal assassin than when you’re the woman engaged to the king.  Assassins are supposed to be shifty little shits.  They’re supposed to come and go as they please.  The king’s betrothed, on the other hand, is supposed to sit still, look pretty, have babies, and smile as the king subjugates his people, including her.

You were not having any of that fuckery.

During the day, you played nice- you were the quiet, graceful, virginal lady that everyone in the court expected you to be.  At night, you plotted their goddamned downfall.  Or you snuck out to the village to get wasted.  Or both.

It was a little bit difficult to come up with ways to assassinate the king while you were tipsy, but lord almighty did you try.

Despite the added difficulties brought on by your new status, sneaking out wasn’t a supremely difficult task.  All you really needed was some gold, and a mask to hide your identity.  And also a sword.  For safety.  Other than that, you just needed a modicum of stealth- something you had in metric tones.

It helped that you had bribed the guard in charge of your protection long ago- pretty much as soon as the whole engagement thing had gone down.  Sir Harrington was a sweet guy, a strong knight, and a damn good guard.  You weren’t sure what he was doing serving the king when you first met- then you made the connection.  The man’s parents were rich, high up in the king’s favour, and they had most likely pressured their son into this line of work.  Fuckers.

Harrington almost hadn’t accepted the bribe at first.  It made sense, he didn’t exactly need it.  Then you reminded him that a source of income that his parents couldn’t trace could go a long way.  He’d accepted the bribe after that- and after making you promise to call him Steve.  You agreed, and in exchange allowed him to call you by your name.

And so, Steve it was- and so you could get out and into the village from time to time.  And you did!  Frequently!

And that is precisely how you ended up on your back, in the woods, halfway to the village, with a masked assassin looming over you, and no way to grab the blade strapped to your thigh.  Funny how life works, right?

You probably should have seen it coming.  Most of the king’s previous wives had met their end by way of assassination, you just kind of assumed that you would be married before the attempts on your life started. 

Apparently, you assumed wrong.

As the assassin above you monologued away about your imminent demise (completely unaware that the mask muffled his voice) you prepared yourself for a fight.  The second he paused for air, you kicked him right in the dick.  Immediately, his monologue fell away to pained gasps and groans.   It was fantastic, and you would.  You might have laughed if you had the time for it- but you didn’t.  With your life on the line, you grabbed the assassin’s blade and you fucking ran. 

You just didn’t notice how familiar the knife in your hand actually was.

-

As promised, the strange man- your would-be assassin- took you somewhere safe.  You had fallen asleep in his arms on the way there, and when you woke, you were in a small cottage, curled up next to a roaring fire.  A soft, wool blanket covered your body.  Despite the horror you had just survived, you felt oddly protected.

You sat up cautiously, taking in your new surroundings with wide, slow-blinking eyes.  Wooden beams and wooden walls held up a low ceiling.  On a few of the walls and above the fireplace, bundles of herbs hung drying.  Almost every flat surface you could see was decorated with a mug.  Beneath you, an itchy dark patterned rug stretched out across the floor.  It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, but it was cozy.  You let yourself lie back down across it.  

There were four doors in the house.  Beside one of them, there was a stack of hats.  Behind another, you could hear two voices.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t do it,” that was the stranger’s voice, “She’s just a little girl, she reminds me of my boy-”

“A boy that you haven’t seen in months,” another man was speaking.  He sounded disappointed.

“I know.  I’m not- I wasn’t meant to be a father.  But that boy has his mother, and this girl has no one.  That’s why I brought her to you.”

“And you want me to raise this girl?”

“No, no, just- find somewhere for her.  Make sure she gets some training.  Make sure she’s safe-”

The voices stopped for a moment.  You heard a sigh, “You never should have joined them.  It was a mistake from the start.  The man you work for-”

“That man promised me enough to support my son and his mother for years.  I did what I had to do.”

“But you still won’t go and see that son.”

“His mother doesn’t want me around.”

Another pause, then, “Fine.  I’ll watch her.  But at least write to him.  The boy needs his father.”

Without another word, the door swung open.  You shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep as the sound of footsteps drew nearer.

-

You were faster than the assassin thought you would be.  The long string of expletives he let out as you pulled ahead of him told you that.  You were actually pretty sure he tripped, though you couldn’t revel in the joy that that brought you.  An even longer string of expletives crossed your mind as you dodged branches and leapt over roots.  This guy just had to make you run, didn’t he?  

Just as your lungs began to burn, the warm lights of the town came into view.  The soft orange glow spilled through the trees.  You let your guard down.  That was a mistake.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, dragging you to the ground.  Panic swirled through your mind, but in a moment of clarity, you managed to bury the knife in the dirt a safe distance from your body so that its blade wouldn’t graze you in the struggle.  Your hand slipped from the hilt as your pursuer twisted your body, pinning your back to the ground.  

“You bastard, let me go-!” you shouted, struggling under the weight of his hold.  As he leaned forward, dark curls spilled from his hood.  Your fist met his face, knocking his mask to the ground.  You looked up for a second- just a split second- and the world froze around you.  His eyes were far too soft for an assassin, far too warm to be the eyes of a killer, and far too familiar for your heart to take.

And yet, he still reached for the knife.

You barely avoided the sting of his blade as he drove it towards your throat.  Metal sunk deep into the earth.  As your would-be assassin moved to strike again, you wrapped your hands around his arm, stopping him.  The dark fabric of his sleeve slipped up beneath your touch revealing a pale patch of skin.  You panicked.  You didn’t think.  The knife was in his grasp, your life was on the line, and you weren’t in the mood to die.  You just turned your head, leaned in, and bit down as hard as you possibly could.

He yelped, throwing himself back enough for you to take advantage.  You moved with his weight, pushing him to the ground and keeping him there with an arm across his shoulders.  You opened your mouth to stop him, to say his name or something, but he cut you off.

“You’re stronger than I thought you’d be, your Highness.”

“You’re-” you choked on a breath, unsure of how to proceed, “You’re so sure of my identity?”

He shrugged, “I saw you leave the palace.”

Fuck.  You must’ve been off your game if you hadn’t noticed him watching.  You coughed, weakly trying to disguise your voice, “Still.  I could have been a maid.  I could have been anything-”

“But you aren’t just anything, are you?  Your Highness?”

His words echoed in your head.  Your Highness.  You flinched internally at the knowledge that you may never be yourself again- not to him, not to anyone.  

“Yeah, okay, fine.  I’m the king’s new pet.  Are you satisfied?” the words left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Not in the slightest,” He tried to push you off of him.  He failed, “It takes more than that to satisfy me.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I know.”

You kept a palm pressed against his chest, letting it move down to his stomach as you leaned back, reaching for the knife.  You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu about your position- though if memory served, your roles had been switched.

“You know, do you?  Forgive me, Highness, but I doubt that a woman in your position would know anything about satisfaction.”

Your fingers closed around the hilt of the blade, “You’d be surprised.”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he stared you down, “Aren’t you noble girls forbidden from knowing any of that shit?”

“Well, yeah,” you sat back up, “But I’m not a noble girl.”

As he opened his mouth to meet your words with a stupid quip, you sat back up and removed your mask.  The man beneath you was stunned into silence.  The colour drained from his face as he took in your now-familiar features.  

“Hi, Eddie.  How are things?”

He said your name, voice shaking slightly, as if the very sound of it terrified him.

“So, how are things?  Any good jobs lately?  Any good kills?”

“Holy shit, what-?”

“It’s good to see that Melissa’s getting some use.  She needs her exercise, y'know?”

He sat up quickly, nearly knocking you off of him in the process, “Sweetheart, what the hell is going on?  What is this?”

“It’s pretty simple, all things considered,” you looked away from him, instead choosing to stare down at your hands.  You couldn’t take those sweet brown eyes.  Not right now, “The king wanted a wife strong enough to keep herself safe.  I’m strong enough to keep myself safe.”

“That- that doesn’t-”

“Well, think about it.  The last few queens have all met some sort of horrible fate, usually at the hands of an assassin,” you gestured between the two of you.

“So he decided to marry an assassin?”

You nodded, still refusing to look him in the eye.

“And… you’re going through with it?  Your life is at risk, y’know?  I almost killed you.  You’re putting yourself in danger, he is putting you in danger and for what?  Wealth?  Power?”

“Heirs, mostly,” you cringed at the thought, “And it’s not like I have a choice, so...”

Silence fell between you.  He brushed his thumb over your skin, returning his other hand to your arm.  Beyond that, he didn’t move.  Neither did you, though you longed to squirm in the discomfort that the quiet brought.  

In your lap, your fingers squeezed around Melissa’s handle.  With anyone else, you’d be preparing to fight or to run again.  With Eddie, you didn’t have to.  The blade remained still between you, a meeting point, the no man’s land between equal forces.  

Around you, the woods sang softly.  The song of crickets overtook the night.  In the warm, far-off light of the village, Eddie’s honey-brown eyes seemed to glow.

“I can’t believe I was ordered to kill you.”

“Did they at least pay well?”

“Oh, absolutely.  It would’ve carried me for at least a year, if not more.”

You bit your lip, “Sorry I stole your kill.”

“Don’t mention it.  I think I owed you one, anyway.”

“Don’t mention it?” you smiled, burying Melissa’s blade in the dirt next to Eddie’s hip, “I think I got the sweeter deal that day.”

“Are you sure?  Because I got the kill, I got a knife, I got bragging rights-”

“And I got to cum.  So-”

“You also got a very nice bottle of poison.”

You hummed, running your hands up his stomach, over his chest, “I told you, I got the better deal.”

His hands slipped up your arms, coming to rest behind your neck.  Your muscles relaxed as he played with a few strands of your hair.

“I assume your future husband doesn’t know?” he whispered, “Of… everything you’ve done?”

You leaned closer to Eddie until your nose brushed his, “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I care what that monster thinks.”

“And the court?”  his tone lowered to something more serious and more concerned with your safety.  As far as royalty went, in this country and in others, kings were free to fuck around, but queens were often met with the harsh realities of finding out.

Despite this, you moved your hips against Eddie’s relishing in the soft moan he let out, “What the court doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

With that, your lips were on his.  Your movements were slow, but not lacking in passion.  You kissed him like there was a fire burning inside of you- an engulfing heat that you could not put out alone.  His touch slipped down to your back, his palms pulling you closer as you moved to cradle his face in your hands.  You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, driven on by both desperate wanting and by fear.

As happy as you were in the moment- and you were, good lord, you were- beneath the surface, you were terrified.  You had been forced into an engagement with a monster whose wives all ended up dead.  It had only been a few days, and already, your life was in danger.  If you survived long enough to get married- and that was a massive if- that marriage was guaranteed to be a torturous charade that ended with your death, the body horror of pregnancy, or both.  In short, you were doomed.  Your only solace was the thought of taking the king out with you- and this.  Whatever this was with Eddie, you had solace in it.  The way Eddie held you like you were something to be treasured, the way he kissed you like that was the only thing he’d ever wanted in his life- that gave you peace.  

You found yourself speeding up as you melted into his hold, letting the world around you fade completely.  Eddie was your only anchor- his fingertips pressed into your body, the warmth of his skin, and his lips on yours were the only things tethering you to the world.  As dangerous as that was, you didn’t mind it in the slightest.  

In fact, you wanted more.

You passed over Eddie’s bottom lip with your tongue, letting your teeth follow after.  He moaned slightly as you bit him, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.  As your tongue slipped into his mouth, his hands grasped onto your shirt.  He needed something to cling to, something to hold as you had your way with him.  You were both burning now, bodies going up in smoke as you let the flames spread, and it still wasn’t enough.  You wanted him.  You wanted him to touch you, to fuck you, to want you.

You pulled away slowly, panting as you did.  Eddie let out a soft whine at the loss, digging his fingers into you as if to keep you with him.  You didn’t go far.  With all the speed you possessed, you removed your travelling cape and reached for the edges of your shirt.  Eddie was quick to catch on, helping you tear the fabric from your body, leaving you bare before him.

The forest air was cold, lifting goosebumps on your skin.  You pressed yourself closer to Eddie, desperate to cling to the warmth he provided.  He stopped you, holding you in place a few inches away from him.  Your eyes fell to his, confused at his intentions until you realized what exactly he was looking at.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re beautiful.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before he shifted downward slowly.  Your heart raced in your chest as his hands came down to hold your ribs.  His grip was firm, keeping you steady as his soft lips brushed over your skin.  He was so close to your breasts, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t quite move there until he asked, “Is this okay?”

You took his face in your grasp and brought his lips to yours, kissing him as hard as you possibly could.  Heat burned at your core as your want for him made itself known between your thighs.  Every part of you cried out for him- every cell, every nerve burning with desire.  You pulled back, and let your forehead rest against his.  Your fingers stroked nonsense patterns into his skin.

“It’s more than okay.”

A devious smile crossed his face.  Almost immediately, his lips were on you again, though this time he was less gentle.  His teeth bit at the soft flesh of your breast, clamping down hard enough to make you gasp and writhe, but not enough to leave incriminating marks.  

One of his arms wrapped around your waist so he could pull you closer.  His new vantage point let him bury his face in your skin, giving him more space to mark you in places that only the two of you would see.  Small crescents dotted your skin as you let him turn your body into art.  His other hand came up to your right breast, brushing his thumb over your nipple so he could watch you squirm in his lap.  

The feeling of his long, calloused fingers was quickly growing familiar to you, but tonight there was something new.  Big silver bands covered his fingers- rings that he hadn’t worn the first time you’d met.  You liked them on an aesthetic level, but more than that, the feeling of the skin-warm metal against your chest left you moaning and shaking in place.  You wondered what they would feel like pressed against your cunt, with his fingers deep inside of you.

“God,” when he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin, “I can’t believe I almost killed you tonight.  Holy shit.”

“You’re-” you let out a soft whine as Eddie bit you again, “Your face is buried in my boobs and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

He looked up at you, eyes wide, “I can hear your heartbeat down here.  I don’t want it to stop.”

“Oh,” you whispered, “That’s really sweet, stop that.”

“No,” he pressed his mouth back to your skin.  You could feel the smile on his lips as he spoke against you, “I’m glad you kicked my ass today.  I’m glad I’m still bad at using your knife-”

“Melissa.”

“Melissa.  I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you-”

“Could you have actually hurt me?  I’m not so sure about that-”

“One of these days, we’ll spar it out, princess.  For now, though, I’m just glad that you’re still breathing-”

“Oh my god,” blood burned beneath your face as you flushed with embarrassment.  You’d had about as much of this sugar-sweet nonsense as you could take, “I need you to lie down and shut up now.”

“You’ll have to make me, fair lady-”

“Well, yeah,” you pushed him back, grabbing his jaw with one hand to make him look at you, “That’s kind of the plan.”

“Oh.”

It was his turn to blush.  His cheeks took on a sweet, red hue as you adjusted yourself just enough to remove your pants.  When you looked back at him, Eddie’s eyes were wide and wanting.  His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched you.  He was practically drooling over you- and fuck, was that a boost to your ego.

“Oh god,” he whispered, “You’re so-”

“Yeah, I’m gorgeous, I’m aware.”

He smiled, running his hands past your hips to your waist, “You may be aware, but I still want to say it.”

“Aw, well, thank you,” you leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips.  You moved to pull away, but he placed a palm flat on the back of your neck, keeping you still.  

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he said into the kiss, “Just let me savour this.”

“What, you don’t kiss naked women while they lie on top of you every other day?”

“Women and men, baby, but none of them are quite like you.”

You rolled your eyes and thrust your hips against his, “You’re ridiculous.  Now come on, help me get your pants off.”

He obeyed, freeing his cock and removing his shirt with endearing enthusiasm.  It almost made you wonder what else he would do if you asked- but you were far too distracted by the body beneath you.

Eddie was muscular but lean.  His pale arms and chest were covered with various tattoos that you would’ve spent hours studying- if it weren’t for his cock.  He was long, thick, and painfully hard.  You could see the veins running up his length.  You were desperate to know how they would feel beneath your fingers.  He was beautiful- and you desperately wanted him inside of you.

“Like what you see, princess?” his voice brought your attention right back to his eyes.  You’d gotten distracted, and he’d noticed.

“I- uh-” your brain hummed with a thousand things to say as your blood boiled beneath your skin.  ‘I want you to fuck me.’  ‘I need your cock inside me right now or I’m going to scream.’  ‘Please, sir, will you fuck me?’  None of them felt right, so you just told him to shut up.  That seemed to please him more than anything you could’ve come up with.

“Sounds like I took your breath away, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you muttered, spitting into your palm.  You didn’t go all the way, though.  You only reached down far enough to let your touch hover near his hip- centimetres

 from where he needed you.

“Are you- are you sure you want this?”

He looked at you as if you’d lost your mind, but when he spoke, his voice was sweet, “Yeah, I want this.  I want you, sweetheart.  Now can you touch me, please?”

“Please?” you repeated.  Reassured and smiling, you rut your hips against him again, “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”

“Fuck-!” he hissed, “I didn’t think you’d be so cruel.”

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised, Munson,” you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him up and down so you could watch his eyes roll back, “I am an assassin.”

You sped up your movements, savouring his whimpers and moans.  Pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, and you wordlessly wicked it away.  He arched his back, driving himself into your hand as you leaned in close to him, “When I say I’m gonna kill you, it means I’m gonna kill you.”

“Kill me then,” his voice cracked as you traced one of his veins with your thumb, “Please, please kill me.”

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him quickly.   With your free hand, you quickly prepared yourself, sliding two fingers inside as you got into position over him.  He watched with wide eyes as you stretched open over him, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. 

Taking him was an achingly slow process.  Your tight walls struggled to accommodate his size.  You found yourself drowning in a mix of sharp pain and mind-numbing pleasure.  Beneath you, Eddie tilted his head back with a loud moan, exposing the pale column of his neck to your waiting lips.  You didn’t hesitate to cover his throat with small purple bruises, biting and kissing every inch of skin that you could reach.  

“Fuck-” he breathed, voice straining as you sunk your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot, “You’re taking me so well, princess.  You’re so fucking warm- so fucking tight-”

“I don’t know if that’s the case,” you panted, your breath hot against his neck, “I think it’s more that you’re fucking huge.”

You both moaned as your hips finally met his, his cock finding the deepest point inside of you.  For a moment, you remained still on top of him, savouring the stretch of him against your walls.  

Your nails scratched angry red lines down his chest as you sat up, catching your breath.  Eddie’s fingers dug into your hips, kneading a comforting pattern into your skin.  His eyes devoured the sight of you on top of him as you began to move.

The pace you set was brutal and entirely unforgiving.  The sound of skin on skin echoed through the trees.  Your fingers dug into the dirt beside his head as you drove yourself down.  He let you take control of him, watching with those pretty eyes as he disappeared into your cunt.

Your thighs grew slick with your arousal.  You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every drag of Eddie’s cock inside of you.  His fingers slipped down to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.  You clenched down around him, and when you moaned out his name, he smiled.

“Keep clenching down on me like that and I-” he cut himself off with the sweetest moan you had ever heard, “I won’t last long.”

“Neither will I- fuck- keep touching me, please.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

He kept his word.  His touch grew faster until you were a sweating, panting mess.  Soft whimpers escaped your lips as you rode him.  Your fingers clenched to fists in the dirt.  For the first time in a while, thoughts of your impending doom were far from your mind.  All you could think of was the man beneath you- of his pleasure, and of yours.

You could feel yourself spiralling towards the edge.  Your walls tightened around him of their own accord as you got closer.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, “You’re- you’re gonna make me cum, fuck-”

Eddie’s other hand moved up your side, his eyes peering deep into your own.  When he spoke, the sound was so soft that you almost missed it, “Do it.  Cum for me, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“You- you’ve got me.  Fuck-”

“I’ve got you.”

You collapsed over his chest, falling onto him as you came.  His heart raced beneath your ears as he kept thrusting his hips into yours.  His grip returned to your sides, his palms pressed flush against your skin, his fingers digging in deep.  A small whimper escaped you as he fucked up into your body, almost driving you to the point of overstimulation.

Eddie let out a soft pant.  His fingers dug into your flesh as he whispered, “Fuck- fuck, you felt so good.  ‘M gonna cum soon.”

“Shit,” you whispered, “Okay, okay, you can’t cum inside me, shit-”

You pulled yourself off of his cock just in time to watch as Eddie spilled his release over your thighs and his stomach.  You bit your lip as the boy’s eyes rolled back in his head, as curse after curse slipped from him.  As soon as he’d finished, his gaze returned to yours.

He reached up, running his thumb over your cheek.  You leaned into his touch, so much so that you collapsed back onto the ground beside him.  Eddie’s fingers slipped up, tangling in your hair as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“God,” your voice was so quiet, Eddie had to strain to hear it, “I didn’t think you would look so pretty when you came.  I should make you do that more often.”

You could feel his laughter vibrate in his chest.  The smile on his face blinded you.  

“You’ve found my only weakness!” he exclaimed, somehow keeping his voice quiet, “Flattery!”

You rolled your eyes, incapable of hiding the grin on your face, “Careful, now.  I might have to use that against you.”

“Good.”

You and Eddie fell quiet, oddly comfortable for a couple lying on the forest floor.  You could have fallen asleep then and there, safe in his arms, away from the nightmare that the world had become.

Slowly, he sat up and reached for the pile of discarded clothes.  Before you could move to follow him, Eddie grabbed what he needed and returned to your side.  A black handkerchief wove itself between his fingers, a dark void against his pale moonlit skin.  You watched, nearly hypnotized, as he wrapped the fabric around his knuckles and reached out for your knee.  

He looked at you, his eyes darting from yours to your cum covered thighs.  When you nodded, the tips of his fingers traced down your soft skin.  He cleaned you carefully, allowing you to lie back as he brushed the smooth material over your legs.

“Shit, Munson,” you whispered, “I think I like you.”

“That’s good, I’d be a little concerned if you didn’t.”

You scoffed, sitting up and threading your fingers into his hair, “Yeah, I like you.  I like you a lot, Munson,” you paused for a second, pulling him closer to you and leaning in just as far.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Is there any chance that you want to help me kill the king?”

-

“Hey there, little princess,” a hand gave your shoulder a gentle shake, “I need you to wake up for a second.”

Your tiny eyes blinked open as you sat up off the carpet.  The warmth of the fire and the stress of the day had sent you into a quick and uneasy sleep.

“Where’s my mom?” you whispered, words slurred with your exhaustion.

“I- I’m going to go find her, alright?  But I need you to stay here for now.  You can do that for me, yes?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he reached down, taking a knife from his belt.  To you, the short blade was a sword, “Take this.  It’ll keep you safe.”

Your hands shied away from the weapon.  You shrunk back slightly, trying to appear uneasy but brave instead of scared.  The stranger took note of it, regardless, softening the expression on his face in an attempt to appear softer- less threatening.  

“Come on, kid.  It’s just a knife.  You’ll learn to use it, I promise.”

You continued to hesitate.  The stranger clung to his patience, digging his fingers into his palms.

“She can be your friend,” he finally whispered, “She can look after you.”

Finally, you reached out, your tiny fingers curling around the heavy hilt of the knife.

“What’s her name?”

The stranger was at a bit of a loss.  He froze, eyes wide as you took the blade from his hands, “Uh… Melissa?”

It was more of a question than an answer, but you accepted it.  The little blade was yours.  It did as the stranger said it would.  Until you met Eddie Munson, she kept you safe.

[turquoisesea01]

~ Welcome to TurquoiseSea ~

This is an 18+ Art Account.

Which means this account does not want minors interact with this blog. Any ageless blogs will be blocked immediately. If you’re an adult who hasn’t put their age in their bio yet, I advised you to do that immediately, especially to the people who are new to tumblr. People will think your are just a bot and will block you immediately if they don’t see anything written on your bio.

Anyways, once again, NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED TO INTERACT NOR FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT. THIS IS AN ADULT SPACE. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. And no. I do not care if you’re turning 18 this month or 3 days or a week early, you’ll have to wait to interact this blog until you’re actually 18.

Another thing, I don’t want any, pedos, zoophiles, homophobic/transphobic content interact with me, keep that shit away from me.

Who Am I?

Hello! I am TurquoiseSea! But that’s just my username for art. My actual name is Jocelyne, but I usually go as Yoshi!

Why Yoshi? It’s just a nickname I had since childhood and I prefer that more than my actual name ^v^!

This is my sona Yoshi! ^v^

I am 21 years old, I am a pansexual Demi romantic cis girl and my pronouns are she/her! I am Salvadoran and Peruvian! However my Spanish isnt my best language to

Im an artist that loves to draw Yan characters, drawing fanart of anime and video game characters I like! I usually draw self inserts and my ocs, especially Virgil Evans!

Just a heads up, in this account I’ll also be venting through text posts and vent arts and will let you know that I’m okay. I just only want to get something off of my chest.

Who is Vigil?

Virgil Evans is an oc I had since childhood. At first he was roleplay character I use for, well, roleplay! Until when I stop roleplaying, I ended up making him his own character and eventually grew up with me throughout the years! He played a huge role throughout my life so expect to see much Virgil content in this blog.

HOWEVER!

To those who have gotten to this blog through my VN blog of Yan Virgil, Would You Stay, I’m not posting any Yan Virgil content in this blog. So please do not ask me any Yan Virgil or my VN related questions in my inbox. Those questions goes to my VN blog.

Yan Virgil in WYS is just an alternate version of my Og Virgil if things gone wrong in his world. Think of it as an alternative timeline.

Which fandom I’m currently in?

Yandere Visual Novels (more like a community than a fandom lol) : Such as See Thru Need A Friend? , Restart Heart, YOU and HIM, MINE VN, You Guardian Angel, My Ange, Camp WillowPeak, Drop In The Ocean, Favor, etc. ^v^ Im practically everywhere lmao (although I try my best to make fanart ;v; )

Degrees Of Lewdity : You can expect artwork of Kylar. I am a Kylar girlie lmao, I love that stinky icky lil skrunkly <3 My disgusting lil meow meow.

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All/ Obey Me! Nightbringer : Oof currently I’m burning out of the two games but I still lurks around in the fandom and sometimes draw fanart with my Mc :3, however! I have an AU about Lilith, if she were alive! So feel free to check out my side blog if you’re interested! Also I am a Barbatos simp! <3

Genshin Impact : The only time I draw fanart is Wanderer and a sketch of Nahida. And my ocs if they were Genshin playable characters lmao. But either way, RAAAAA I WANT TO PULL FOR NEUVILLETTE BUT I GOTTA WAIT A LITTLE MORE TILL I GET AT LEAST 50 PULLs PLEASE COME HIME NEVU—

Twisted Wonderland : I’m currently hyperfixated on the game for like since the English release came out lmao, I already have like two ocs! And two are basically based on the live action of Alice in Wonderland characters! Fior Rosehearts (based off of the White Queen) and Jasper Woods (based off of the Jabberwocky!) but eeee I’m so excited for the Glorious Masquerade event!

What Are My Boundaries?

Please don’t sexualize or be weird about my ocs who are minors. Such as Kota, Miski, Irvin, etc. Or even when I drew my adult ocs as their young version, do not be weird about it.

I do not mind playful flirting, virtual smooches, cuddles, hugs are okay with me! I don’t mind nicknames as well! Sexual flirting is ok as well, usually as jokes lol. But please keep in mind that I am also a human behind the screen, I have feelings and thoughts. I will feel uncomfortable if you go out of your way to my inbox to threaten me for sexual purposes, you will be blocked

I absolutely don’t mind if you shipped yourself or ocs with my ocs! As long it’s not problematic! I also don’t mind if my sona is also being shipped lol.

Feel free to ask me any questions! However do keep in mind that I might respond late due to me thinking carefully of what to answer or I get distracted lmao or if the question has gone too personal for me to answer, I’d rather not answer.

Once again if you came from my VN blog, do not ask me questions related about Yan Virgil. That’s for my WYS VN blog.

Please don’t ask me to draw for you unless I am taking art requests. I usually draw for the people I’m close to or my moots!

Sooo that’s pretty much it! I’ll add more if I remembered something! ^v^ I’ll have to add tags later but that requires me to organize my tags! So it will take awhile!

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 6

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 6

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: none.

A/N: This is a story with a younger Andy Barber (30) and a 3 year old Jacob. English is not my first language, I know Little about how education (in general) and universities work in the States, also, I don’t know anything about laws, DA, ADA, etc. sooooo don’t come from me, please, at the end of the day this is just fiction and the purpose is to entertain. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2152

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It’s been 4 months since Annie started working with the Barbers. Her cooking was getting better, not to a chef level, but both Andy and Jake enjoyed the food she made. Although it could be because Andy only knew how to make breakfast and he always had takeout for lunch. Annie told him it was not healthy for Jake to have that much takeout at such a young age, so, now, she had to made dinner and prepare lunch for the next day. It was Friday and she and her friends will have an amazing party that night. They were walking to their cars out of campus.

“And…” Mark started, “how’s the dilf?”

“Dilf?” Annie asked looking at her friends.

“Yes, you know, a daddy I’d like to fuck… dilf” Sharon commented as if it was too obvious.

“His name is Andy.”

“Sure is, but that doesn’t mean he is not a dilf. That man is sexy as fuck! Honestly girl, how can you even hold back when he is around,” Mark said, “I would let him arrest me for being a bad boy! Grrr! yes, daddy!” Sharon and Annie laughed.

“You have a boyfriend and so do I” Annie said to Mark

“And I’m happy with my man, but he knows that just because I’m on a diet doesn’t mean I’m not gonna look at the menu. Besides, you’re gonna tell me you don’t find Andy attractive?”

He was, Annie knew he was, she wasn’t blind, and he was not only attractive on the outside, he was the whole package. “It really doesn’t matter what I think.”

“So you do,” Mark said, “Have you tried to, I don’t know, maybe flirt a little with him?”

“Would you please stop? I have Daniel, and I love him.”

“Ok” Sharon said, “let’s pretend you are not dating anyone, would you make a move?”

Annie looked at them for a moment but didn’t reply.

“Hey,” Mark said, “It’s ok to find another man attractive, is not like you are cheating on your boyfriend.”

“I like Andy, you know as… a friend.”

Sharon and Mark looked at each other, her friend seem to be struggling to say those last two words, so they started talking about the party and whose car they were gonna use, when Annie’s phone rang. The picture of Andy with Jake on his shoulders was on the screen.

“Hi, Andy!”

“Uuuuuuuuuu” Both Sharon and Mark said when she answered, and then proceeded to pretended they were kissing.

“Shut up!”, She blushed a little, “Yes, Andy?”

“Hi. I’m really sorry to do this to you, I know is your day off, but can you come and take care of Jake for a little while? I need to go to the office and some friends will be over tonight.”

“I have plans Andy.”

“Shit! I know...” he started mumbling things under his breath, “I guess I could take him to the office.”

“When do you have to be there?”

“At 5, and be back at 8 I promise. I will pay you double.”

“Fine! But you owe me, big time!”

“Thank you so much!”

She ended the call and looked at their friends.

“I have to take care of Jake. Can you pick me up there?”

“Sure honey, we’ll see you tonight.”

Annie went to her house to pick a change of clothes for the party and her make up bag. She was about to leave when Daniel arrived home early, for the first time since the semester started.

“Hi baby! Ready for tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you be at class?”

“The professor is sick, so here I am.” he looked at the bag in her hands, “Where are you going?”

“Something happened and I need to take care of Jake, I’ll see you at the party, Mark is gonna pick me up later tonight.”

“What?!” His voice a little louder than usual, “You said Fridays were off, and we haven’t spent that much time together since you started working there.” She could see how annoyed he was. “I was really hoping we could have some fun before getting ready for the party.” He approached to her and kissed her on the neck.

“I know love, but it really is an emergency, they need me,”

“He always needs you”, He let her go, Annie knew he wasn’t talking about Jake. “Where is his wife anyways?”

“I’ve told you, Jake doesn’t have a mom.”

“Of course he does, we all do.”

“You know exactly what I mean, I’m not sure what happened, but she is not around; don’t be like that,” she got closer to him.

“I don’t like him.” Again, not talking about Jake.

“You don’t even know him” Daniel was being unreasonable. “I promise I’ll make it to the party, and I’m gonna wear the dress you like.” she said winking at him.

“The black one with the low cleavage?”

“Yeap… so, are we cool? Can I go?”

“Fine…” he said not too convinced, “but Saturday and Sunday you are all mine!”

“Thanks love!”

She gave him a peck on the lips and left the apartment. Since Mark was going to pick her up, she took the bus to get to Newton. When Andy open the door and saw her his eyes lit and smiled wide at her.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he hugged her tight.

“Not a problem, but I need to be sure you are gonna be back on time, I’m having a party tonight.”

“A party?” Andy looked at her, “I was hoping you’ll stay a little longer. Some friends are coming over and I need you to help me with Jake.”

“Andy that was not the deal! You said 8! I promise my boyfriend I was going to be at the party.”

“I’ll be back at 8 but I need you to stay, I don’t know 11… tops!”

“No! Andy, I can’t!” She crossed her arms.

“Please! Tell your boyfriend you’re gonna be a little late, besides no good party ever starts early.”

“You know sometimes I hate you, right?” she sighed defeated.

“I’m aware of that, yes.” he smiled.

“Ok, I tell Mark to pick me up later.”

Andy hugged her again and kissed on the cheek.

“You are an angel darling!”

“Yes, yes I am. Let me text Mark.”

“I thought your boyfriend’s name was Daniel.” Andy was putting his jacket on.

“It is. Mark is my friend. I’ve told you about him.”

“Oh, yes! The one who brought you when your car broke.” He took his keys.

“That’s him.”

“I’ll see you later darling”

“Darling”, it was the first time he called her that and also the first time he hugged her or kissed her. Over the past 4 months, especially after the night they hang around in his living room for a while, the two of them grew closer, they had become friends if you will, but still he was her boss. She could not deny the fact that Andy was a very attractive man, he was funny, intelligent and despite how stress he always was he was a great dad. She found herself smiling at the red closed front door until she snapped back to reality.

It was 9 o’clock and Andy wasn’t home. Annie and Jake were on the L shape couch watching Toy Story for the 5th time this month, when the doorbell rang. She went to open the door to find 2 suited men.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Is this Andy’s house?” a black guy asked.

“Yes, and you are?”

“We work with him, I’m Anthony” the same guy answered.

“We’re here for poker night” the dark brown-haired man commented while lifting a box of beer he was carrying. “I’m Sebastian.”

“I bet he forgot it was poker night” The black guy intervened again.

“Right… can you wait a little?”

“Sure!”

Annie closed the door and called Andy, she seriously thought he was not going to answer, but then his smooth voice filled her ears.

“Hi, Darling! I’m coming, 5 minutes.”

“There are 2 men waiting for you, a Sebastian and an Anthony? do I let them in?”

“Of course! Wait, did you leave them outside???” a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I had to check” she said and Andy laughed.

“Let them in, they’re harmless.”

She came back to the door and let them in. Jake said hello to them, and she offered them something to drink, they declined and began to prepare the table for their poker night. 10 minutes later Andy came in carrying pizza boxes. Annie was leaning on the counter watching the men fixing the table with a green table cloth, beers and plates.

“Sorry, something happened in the office.”

“Whatever… I’m taking Jake upstairs and get ready” Annie passed by him and he grabbed her by the arm.

“Hey, I’m truly sorry.” She was pissed he could tell.

“Is late Andy.”

Andy sighed and sat down with his friends. They have been working together for a couple of years now, they were detectives just as Pam, and once a month it was poker night. Usually Andy just took Jake with him but since today it was his turn to hold the game night, he thought it was better if Annie help him to get Jake to bed early.

“Did you ask Neal to come?” Andy asked his friends.

“No” Sebastian replied.

“Why not? We could use a fourth player.”

“There’s something off about him,” Seb answered, “He is too…”

“Perfect” Anthony finished the sentence.

“You barely know him, give him a chance.”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Anthony said.

“Who is the cutie?” Sebastian asked while he drank his beer.

“My nanny… Jake’s nanny” a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Uh! The nanny! Naughty!” Anthony commented.

“Shut up! She is a nice girl, and Jakes loves her. She is very good with him.”

“Are you sure just Jake loves her?” Sebastian said.

“She has a boyfriend…”

“So we are interested!” Anthony continued.

“I’m not!”

“Look at you! Andy Barber, Newton’s ADA, drooling and blushing over his nanny!” Sebastian teased his friend.

“Can you just lower your voice? She is upstairs.”

“Come on, man!” Sebastian put a hand on his shoulder, “You can’t have a girl like that walking around the house and not make a move! Ask her out or something! You are single, live a little.”

“You are single too”

“And I have fun every weekend,” Sebastian winked at them. “What’s stopping you?”

“I just told you she has a boyfriend, and she works for me, it’s not professional.”

“You can fire her and then ask her out.” Anthony said with a smirk.

“I’m not gonna compromise my son’s happiness over a feeling.”

“Aha!” Sebastian pointed Andy with his finger. “You have feelings for her!”

“I didn’t say that! Stop putting words in my mouth! She is just my nanny and my friend, nothing more.”

It was almost 11 when Annie went downstairs ready to leave. She wore the little black dress Daniel loves so much, ironed her hair and put more make up than usual, and to complete her outfit she wore a pair of nude heels. She got a text from Mark’s phone and she walked to the dining room.

“Hey…”

The 3 men looked at her, Andy open his mouth at the sight of her, he had never seen her dress like that. She always wears jeans or leggings, and when she wears dresses or skirts, she always had thighs on. Sebastian elbowed him on the ribs and Andy closed his mouth.

“What?” Annie asked because the three men were staring at her. “Do I look bad?”

“No,” Andy stated, “You look beautiful”

“Stunning” Sebastian said smiling at her.

“Oh! well thank you. Jake is asleep, please try not to be so loud so he doesn’t wake up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Andy said “Is Mark here?”

“Yes, he is outside.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

Andy stood and walked with Annie to the door, she looked beautiful and sexy. He watched her up and down before opening the door for her. That dress hugged her hips and butt beautifully, and the cleavage allow him to see a bit of her rounded breasts.

“Thank you for coming,” Andy paid her, “I’ll try not to use your Friday again.”

“Liar, but if you say so.” Annie looked outside to find Daniel on Mark’s car waving Mark’s phone in the air, “Hi love! Gotta go. Have fun Andy.”

“You too, drive safe!”

He watched how Annie almost ran to the man waiting for her on the side of the car, it was then when Andy saw her kissing him and playing with his hair a little. He sighed at the picture, closed the door and felt how his heart broke a little, wishing it was him who she was kissing and not Daniel.

[hongjoongspoetry]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Part 2 – The Autumn Within Me Is Grieving

⛸️ Summary: Attending the Halloween party wasn’t in your plans for the weekend, but neither was getting completely drunk and swayed by the sweet words of the man you despised the most. Being introduced to a laid-back version of you, Mingi couldn’t decide whether he missed your heated feuds or wanted more of the intimate conversations. It seemed heated discussions weren’t just a speciality between you two, but a reoccurring event between Dasom and Keeho who just couldn’t stop meddling with your love life.

⛸️ Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader, Figure Skater!Hyunjin x Figure Skater!Reader

⛸️ Genres/Tropes: College AU, non-idol AU, rivals to lovers but it's more like one-sided resentment,hockey AU, figure skating AU, angst, fluff

⛸️ Warnings/Tags: Explicit language, alcohol consumption, petname (princess), a house party, making out, dirty thoughts, everyone is horny 😭, bang chan is a douche, brief mention of blood and a broken nose, a brief scene with vomiting, talks of sex jokingly, a whole lot of misunderstandings

⛸️ Wordcount: 12.6K

⛸️ Author's note: It wouldn't be a real fanfic without at least one house party scene. As promised, in this part our lovely main characters have more moments together 🤭 This one was fun to write as I got to experiment with different personalities and character perspectives. But I'm mostly excited for the third part, my personal favourite actually!!! Coincidentally it's also where shit hits the fan.

This is all fiction and not meant to represent the idols involved in any way or form. This work is NSFW and not appropriate for minors as it contains explicit scenes as well as adult language. Minors and ageless blogs refrain from reading this work!

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You were certain Hyunjin was a prince in his previous life and if not a prince then a duke or a marquess. Everything about him screamed nobility, from his beauty to his chivalrous behavior. Even when sweaty and sporting plain black clothes, he looked majestic twirling on the ice. You, on the other hand, could undergo hours of training and still not achieve a speck of the stage presence and confidence he radiated. The probability of him finding you attractive was low and you weren’t about to entertain the idea of him having a massive crush on you. 

Like. Attractive. Crush. Hyunjin. Stupid. Like. Attractive. Crush. Hyunjin. Stupid. 

The endless words plagued your mind and the focus that was supposed to be on your skating went towards Keeho’s stupid theory instead, making your movements either too big or too small, sloppy or sharp, and just downright awful. A puff of frustration fused with the cold air. You couldn’t even do a simple jump without nearly falling to your knees. Hyunjin, who observed you from the sidelines, winced as the fierce choreography you were supposed to breathe life into was dull and far from lively. The corners of your mouth reached the pits of hell as you stopped before him. 

“Take a few minutes and collect yourself,” he offered with a small smile that would usually have you buzzing with joy. 

You had been at it for a little more than an hour and not much progress had been made since your practice with Mr. Jung. 

“If I may?” 

Facing each other with his hands hovering slightly over your hips, Hyunjin patiently waited for your consent, which you dumbfoundedly gave with a nod. His large yet slim hands gently grabbed at your clothed flesh.

“You’re stiff. Your hips need to go like this,” he explained and demonstrated.

The intimacy of the situation had you sweating through your clothes. One would think you were in a sauna and not a room operated by large underground refrigerators. Throughout your twenty-something years on earth, you had experienced a fair share of contact with the opposite gender, from your childhood days of pair skating to the overly supervised school dances. If that wasn’t enough, you were friends with Keeho, a man who couldn’t go a day without pinching your cheeks, patting the top of your head, or simply hooking his arm through yours. God help anyone initiating skinship with him, though.

But those boys — the nine-year-old who could barely guide little you through a twirl, your high school prom date who didn’t dare look anywhere below your collarbones during the slow dances and your best friend — weren’t Hyunjin.

Hyunjin, who stirred your insides until they were a big blob of goo and turned your bones — the thick and sturdy creamy white structure going through your body — into jelly barely holding you up. 

Hyunjin, who made you giggle like a high schooler, feet dangling in the air and pillow swallowing your girly shrieks was the same man who left you tongue tied and sent your brain into short circuiting.

Hyunjin who you admired deeply. 

The intoxicating yet innocent touch of his fingers ripped off like a bandaid and the bruising reality hit you with a smack. Although Hyunjin was a gentleman through and through, his reciprocation of your feelings weren’t in the definition of a gentleman listed in the national dictionary. The sooner you got that through your head, the less blue you’d be when he found someone better. The feathery feel of his palm pressed against your forehead pulled your eyes to his face and you saw the swirls of worry in his delicate gaze. 

“Are you alright?” 

“No,” would be the honest answer. How could you — or anyone, for that matter — be alright in his proximity? How could you be alright under his attentive eyes and soft spoken words that cast you under a spell of hopelessness?

“Yeh-yeah.” 

You stepped back and swallowed thickly, your dry throat begging for something to drink, preferably vodka or anything strong enough to keep your sanity intact. 

Another worrisome question rested on his tongue, but it wasn’t released with the puff of oxygen instead it got squished between his teeth and tightly shut lips. As much as Hyunjin wanted to ease you from whatever kept you on edge and probe into your weird behavior of short and gobbled sentences, he also didn’t want to pry into your private life. You weren’t that close after all. He settled with a solid nod and suggested the idea of grabbing lunch together, insisting a full belly was essential for an athlete’s journey to success, despite your moderately strict diets. It definitely wasn’t a ploy to spend more time with you. Definitely not. 

Eating a salad bowl in a little cafe with the prettiest boy on campus wasn’t brought up by the wrinkly tarot lady on your family vacation in Jeju Island five years ago. Not that it would stop your body from heating up like an oven, sending waves of warmth from your center to the tips of your fingers and toes. 

“So,” Hyunjin started and poked at the baby carrots in his bowl, pushing them away from the other vegetables and cube-sliced chicken pieces. “How long have you and Mingi been friends for?”

The piece of lettuce you nibbled on flew into your throat with a gasp as you snapped your head up, brows raised and mouth agape, staring into Hyunjin’s relaxed expression. 

“Friends?!”

Hyunjin was confused. He was certain you were friends; you were so lively around the hockey player — loose mouth and relaxed posture, not on edge like when Hyunjin was around — that it was only fair to assume so. You showed more personality in the presence of Mingi and to say it didn’t bother Hyunjin wouldn’t fit in with his angelic persona. 

“Are you not?” He stabbed a cherry tomato and plopped it in his mouth. Exhaling in relief and hoping you wouldn’t see a small smoke of white gas dissolve into the air like in the cartoons, he proceeded, “I assumed since you’re so… free around him? Although I shouldn’t be assuming things in the beginning, really.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing except a feud between us. The day Mingi and I become anything close to friends, know that the world is ending.”

There it was. The little bite you hid behind shy smiles and giggles only really came out around your friends — or whatever you deemed Mingi to be — and all Hyunjin knew was that he had yet to appear on that short list of yours. 

Personally, Hyunjin held no malice against anyone on or off campus but lately, Mingi was really getting on his nerves and it didn’t matter how he tried approaching the topic it all led back to you. There was something about seeing you so relaxed around Mingi that tugged at Hyunjin’s heart. It was a recurring feeling and the realization hit him one random night standing in front of his bathroom mirror where he pointed out all his flaws and wished to have been a little taller or bulkier. The more he thought of Mingi the deeper he went down the spiral of insecurities. 

“How’s uni then?” 

“Honestly? I think I’m ready to graduate, preferably last week.” 

Thankful for the change of conversation, you didn’t bother questioning the new topic. All the talk about Mingi was really tiring you out, as if it wasn’t enough you had to see his face almost every day, now you had to listen to people talk about him. You could only imagine what crime you did in your previous life to deserve such a fate in this one. The sound of an angel laughing fluttered through the cafe and you nearly ascended to heaven. 

“I totally get that. It’s so tiring. I mean back in high school we studied, what, eleven courses at once, but now I can barely get one down without being on the edge of a burnout… What are you majoring in to be so stressed though?”

“Social science,” you replied and closed the lid on your almost empty salad. Without thinking you blurted out, “and you’re in arts?”

“Fine arts to be exact, but I’m  guessing you already knew that.” 

Blood rushed to your face at the teasing remark and you mentally cursed yourself for revealing your mild stalking tendencies.

“It’s not like tha–”

You barely managed to defend yourself when he laughed again, his head thrown back and a hand covering his mouth. Bewitched by his beauty, you forgot what you were saying.

“I’m messing with you,” he chuckled out and winked.

“Right, of course… In my defense, I didn’t know you were studying fine arts.”

“That’s weird. I thought the random splotches of paint on my clothes would give it away.”

You laughed too, albeit not nearly as divine as his but Hyunjin would argue otherwise. Your laugh was sweet and contagious, and he felt his own lips draw up in a permanent smile, something you entirely missed as you closed your eyes from the hearty laughter.

“You have a cute laugh.”

Buckets overflowing with pink and red hearts poured over your head at the compliment and the warmth that followed tickled your skin. His gaze was heavy and you couldn’t hold it, so in an attempt to not completely make a fool of yourself, you turned towards the window, a hand cupping your cheek and shielding your side profile from his flirtatious look. It was evident you were embarrassed and it only added to his adoration of you. 

“Cute,” he whispered and you wanted to shrink in your seat until your back touched the floor and became one with the brown tiles. 

“Are you trying out for the Spring Championship?” You asked and sipped on your smoothie. It was a stupid question. With Hyunjin’s skills, he’d be crazy not to go for it.

“Yeah, but my coach said I should aim for the pair division instead. Something about showing more of my potential, but I’m not sure. It’s something completely new.” Hyunjin took another bite of his sallad and hummed, “What do you think I should do?”

“Me?” 

He nodded. As you put the drink down, your fingers intertwined and scratched at the skin around your colored fingernails.

“I mean, I get what your coach is saying. It would show you’re capable of more than just one skating style and broaden your chances of going professional but you’d have to nail it– Not that you wouldn’t manage! You really are amazing and I’m not saying you aren’t putting in the work–” 

Before you could venture into a rant of ‘him being a prodigy’ and ‘knowing best’, his voice sang your name and halted the praise-laden words being readied to launch out of your mouth.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I get what you mean so please, be as honest as you want. I’m lacking some constructive criticism after all.”

You sheepishly smiled and found anything easier to look at than the gorgeous man in front of you. What a polite way to say, ‘I’m so good I can’t remember the last time people pointed out my flaws’.

“What I was going to say is; I think you should do what you feel like doing. Being pushed to do something won’t convey the same emotions as if you did it out of your own interest. The number would be amazing, that I have no doubt about, but perhaps it would maybe lack passion or your signature mark, the thing that screams ‘I am Hyunjin’, y’know?”

Your words were unexpected and wrapped around him like one of those heavy blankets knit by his grandmother; itchy and ruff but warm and calming at the same time. Nothing of what you said was out of proportion and in the five-second long silence Hyunjin realized it was the exact push he needed to start steering the wheel in his desired direction.

“Oh,” he breathed the words softly, “that’s an interesting take.”

“Too much?” You nervously asked.

“Not at all. I could listen to you talk all day.”

The confession hooked beneath your chin like invisible fingers and flicked it up until your wide eyes met his feline-shaped ones. The usually cold spark confined in his dark chocolate orbs was replaced with something tender, as the soil of a forest or the pretty fur of a bear. He perceived you with imaginary kisses of adoration on your face, traveling from your cheeks, nose, eyes and lastly, your lips before trailing back up to your eyes. You were beautiful, but turned even more so after the conversation and Hyunjin cursed himself for not being brave enough to plant real kisses on your stunning features.

“Will you compete in the preliminary?” 

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were slightly disappointed by the change of pace. The longing gaze was cut by a simple question, leaving no room for theories or thoughts about what it could possibly mean.

“Yes,” you answered and sipped on the pink drink. As much as you were bitter, the smoothie wasn’t, courtesy of the strawberry and white chocolate mixed together with a dash of rainbow sprinkles.

“I think you have a great shot of winning.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and there are only, what? Two or three girls who are remotely close to your talent, plus Mr. Jung is a great coach too. I mean he’s one of the greatest, really.” 

Hyunjin smiled, showing those fine teeth and the little creases around his eyes, and you felt the corners of your mouth curve. You bit down on the inside of your bottom lip to hide the yellow emotions from flashing through the cracks of your poorly structured facade. 

It didn’t take a genius to know you were born to be a figure skater. You’d been told so since your first competition at the age of ten. The same competition you spent countless hours practicing for. Perfecting every move — from the little flick of your pinky to the big jump spin — until you couldn’t get it wrong, until it became as easy as walking and breathing. 

That was when you secured your first gold medal, proudly displaying it around your neck and a rose bouquet in your trembling hands as the arena cheered for you. A big and genuine grin on your face, a contrast to the fabricated smile you wore out on the ice. 

Praises came left and right after that. At home, in school or at the local grocery store. Strangers on the street would express how talented you were and that they were rooting for you, ending with an encouraging ‘hwaiting’. But hearing the praise from Hyunjin — not your crush Hyunjin or prettiest boy on campus Hyunjin but the figure skating prodigy — had your heart jumping, spinning and gliding around your chest, graciously avoiding bumping into your ribs and lungs. Positive remarks from inexperienced people did nothing for you except trigger a temporary rush of glee, but every once in a while when someone like Hyunjin or Mr. Jung passed by, saying something simple as ‘perfect landing’ or ‘good job’ made you feel like the highest in the room. It was unmatched.

“If you say so,” you lamely responded, ignoring the fireworks going off inside you. 

“When’s the competition?”

“Hmm, December ninth, I think.”

“I’ll be there,” he suddenly announced.

“What?”

“Unless you don’t want me to?”

“No!” 

The few visitors in the cafe and the waitress behind the counter looked over at your table, startled at your sudden outburst muting the low pop music and chit-chatting. A whispered apology and one, two and three whole bows were all it took for you to turn back to Hyunjin. The figure skating prodigy sat with a frown and a crease between his brows. The hand holding his fork shook slightly from being turned down only for him to smile at your next words. 

“I would want that. I… I would-uh, like that. If you come to cheer me on.”

The fourth week passed since your practice together and out of those twenty-something days, eight of them were spent with Hyunjin, both on and off the rink. You weren’t doing anything special. Just texting and talking a lot more, eating lunch together and studying after school hours. You were still mousy around him and easily flustered but could you be at fault when he constantly looked his best.

The two green monsters in your apartment would beg to differ, claiming you replaced the two most important people in your life in the span of three hours for some guy — Keeho’s words, not yours — the same guy he was apparently betting his life savings on. Dasom wasn’t opposed to the idea of you befriending Hyunjin or possibly getting into a relationship with him. At the end of the day, it would always come down to your happiness that she’d place over some stupid bet. Although the money Keeho suggested would certainly bring her some joy, she’d even treat you to unlimited beef BBQ, at least for a day or two.

To celebrate the end of the first finals of the semester, Changbin, one of your seniors and Hyunjin’s friend, decided to throw a big Halloween party with everyone invited as long as they came dressed up and carried a bag of good vibes. Parties were a good way to let loose and have some fun between the crushing weight of schoolwork and figure skating. It was also kind of impossible to have a bad time with Keeho by your side. His Fridays were reserved for nights out, getting hammered at different clubs or at some house party. It didn’t matter if he had an essay assigned the following day or the opening shift, that man was leaving the house covered in glitter and with a good attitude.

That was how you found yourself at the entrance of a two-story-house, Keeho’s arms around your and Dasom’s waists and a huge grin on his face. 

The party was huge and planned for weeks, months even, so when you tried canceling at the last minute, claiming you were tired from your five hour long exam, a bewildered Keeho spawned outside your house with red leather pants sticking to him like a second skin and a matching unbuttoned flannel showcasing his fit stomach. The pair of red tinted sunglasses perched on his nose and horns sticking out of his black hair added the missing details to his costume; a sexy devil. 

His loud whines and stomping had Dasom peeking out of the room questioning why you were fighting instead of pre-gaming. 

She was just the perfect amount of cute and sexy in her costume with a red skirt — which Grandma Hood would never allow her granddaughter out in — that stopped just above her black hose-clad thigh. The black leather corset bodice fit around her waist enough to accentuate her boobs, almost spilling out over the white shirt that left her neck and upper chest bare. A cloak a few shades darker than her hair was drawn over her head and she carried a tiny basket in her hands. Call you the Big Bad Wolf the way you were about to eat her up!

Just as you thought you got out of their clutches, they reappeared twenty minutes later with a fifty-slide-long PowerPoint on why you should come with them. Every tenth page read ‘CANCELING LAST MINUTE ISN’T COOL >:(’ and how could you possibly argue with that? 

Thirty minutes before departure, Keeho was pushed out of your room as Dasom forced you into an outfit that left little to the imagination. A green heart shaped corset with a darker hue of green laced details going over the hem. It was tight but not uncomfortable and it made your body look ten times hotter than on a daily basis. Your buttocks were covered by a white satin skirt that wasn’t anything longer than Dasom’s. Golden laced-up heels adorned your bare legs and showed off your pretty manicured toes, they were painted white for reference. A plastic flower wreath was placed on your head with matching fairy wings coming out from behind your naked shoulders and a golden pendant dug into your cleavage while pearls hugged your neck and earlobes. Dasom really outdid herself with the makeup and applied some green eyeshadow to your eyelids and a dash of natural color to your lips. 

You looked like a mischievous fairy and seeing the proud and satisfied smile on Dasom’s face, you knew it was exactly the look she was going for. 

The thumping beat of loud pop music and drunken cheers came from inside the house and you felt the excitement buzzing in the tips of your fingers like static electricity. The more you thought about it, the happier you became about deciding to tag along. Several cars were parked outside and continued down the street. From the looks of it, you could only assume the whole population of Seoul was invited. Keeho led you through the door and you were immediately greeted by multiple unfamiliar faces. 

“I didn’t know my best friend was an A-list celebrity,” you joked and bumped your hips against his.

“Mmm, well I mean that’s because you’re with that boytoy of yours every day–”

“He’s not my boytoy!” 

All you managed to do before Dasom dragged you towards the kitchen — on the hunt for some free alcohol — was give a harsh pinch to the flesh on his waist. The redhead immediately poured some random liquor into empty shot glasses and you downed it on the count of three. She kept pouring more and more, and after your fourth shot you were steered towards the dance floor. It was really just the living room but with all the furniture pushed aside, creating a big space full of sweaty bodies swinging and shaking along to the music blaring from some expensive looking speakers. Somewhere in the crowd, you squished between your best friends, jokingly grinding against each other and singing out jumbled versions of all the songs playing.

“I don’t see him anywhere!” Dasom shouted in your ear suddenly, her breath a sweet mix of alcohol, chewing gum and her cherry perfume.

Still swaying to the beat, you spun to face her and clasped your hands around her neck. In return she placed her hands on your hips. You saw her more clearly now, her red lips in an exaggerated pout and nose scrunched up; she wasn’t drunk, but intoxicated enough to be quite sensitive. She’d laugh at the dumbest shit or cry over the smallest inconvenience.

“Who?!” You shouted back.

“Hongjoong!”

“The art boy?” Keeho butted in loudly behind you and earned himself two hasty nods from the pouty girl. “Let us have a night free from boys!”

She jammed a finger in Keeho’s direction. “You promised he’d be here!”

Ah, the masterplan of Yoon Keeho falling apart right in front of his nose. The sole reason Dasom decided to come with, besides the free booze and snacks, was because of the promise that the art majors would be there including a certain black and white haired boy with a singular painted pinky. To save himself from his own doing, Keeho guided an upset Dasom back to the kitchen claiming the art boy would be there and away from the ruckus because he was, quote unquote, slightly introverted and a loser. Knowing she was in safe hands you took the chance to break Keeho’s rule and whipped out your phone, sending a quick text to the person pinned on your messaging list. 

You [10:09 PM] Halloween party, yes or no?

Hyunjin [10:10 PM] no i have early practice tmr and can’t risk a hangover

Hyunjin [10:10 PM] hbu?

You leaned against the wall of the stairs leading up to the second floor and bit your lip to suppress a smile. With nimble fingers, you tapped on the little camera icon and positioned the phone above your head, capturing your outfit and makeup-covered face. The reply was quick and a pink heart appeared on the corner of the photo followed by a rattling text bubble. 

A low whistle grabbed your attention and your head twisted to the side to find Jungkook beside you, a red cup in his hand and white rabbit ears on his head. From the looks of it, his clothes were left on his bedroom floor. Black skin-fitted pants clung to his thick legs, showing every crack and crevice of his muscles, a cute bow tie sat snuggly around his neck and a pair of white cuffs around his wrists. The best part of his ‘costume’, which you were personally having a hard time tearing your eyes from, was the eight pack. Impressive, even you had to admit.

Jungkook drank you in. Eyes shamelessly going over your face, chest, side of your ass and legs. You didn’t shy away from his gaze nor did you feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t like you to marvel under the watchful eyes of men, to feel confidence as their tongues wetted their lips and hid smirks behind plastic cups. Any other day you’d tip your imaginary hat and run with your tail tucked firmly between your legs. Usually all it took was for Hyunjin to glance in your direction and you’d turn into a puddle, but not tonight. 

With too much liquor in your gut and an outfit that showcased more skin than you’d ever dared to do before, you allowed yourself to play the part of someone else. Someone with a little more spunk but the perfect amount of teasing to get what they wanted — an attitude you only had around your friends and another not-so-friendly figure — so when the male equivalent of a sexbomb waltzed in and stared you down, you felt nothing but pride and confidence. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you bit back and feigned annoyance with a roll of your eyes. The pet name was secretly growing on you, but you’d rather lick someone’s sweaty armpit than admit that. 

“Why? Is it reserved for anyone?”

“I’m not a table at a restaurant waiting to be snatched.”

He smirked at your snippy remark and sipped his drink. “Who knew Mingi’s girl could be so feisty.”

“I’m not his girl.” Your tongue quickly kissed the roof of your mouth at the mention of a certain cookie-and-cream-haired guy, your previous acting skills coming to bite you in the ass. Now you were really starting to get annoyed.

“So you’re up for grabs?”

You couldn’t decide whether to play it off with another flirty remark or show him the middle finger, and you didn’t get the chance to as a gruff voice you’d recognize anywhere, beat you to it. 

“Quit being an ass, JK.”

Mingi leaned against the wall behind you with his arms crossed over his chest and staring down at the horny excuse of a man. 

Looking over your shoulder you quickly took him in and realized he too was dressed in leather. The brown pants, long coat and crop top were all made out of the same material. His top was short enough to reveal a sliver of his tanned skin and the little happy trail was teasingly continuing down his pants. If it weren’t for the cowboy hat hiding tufts of his dyed strands you’d never guess his costume, maybe even go the extra length of calling him a chocolate flavored condom just to mess with him. 

Jokes aside, Mingi looked good. Body, hair, face, everything. You suddenly got the urge to snatch his hat and prance around with it on your head. What’s that saying? Steal a hat, ride the cowbo–

Maybe Keeho was right. You should’ve kept the night boy- and alcohol free.

Mingi met your round eyes and restrained himself from letting them wander down your figure and drinking you in like an ice cold glass of water on a hot summer day. He had seen you dressed in various figure skating costumes, each brighter and more revealing than the next one, but this was different! That itty-bitty skirt and skin-tight corset did a number on him and he nearly lost his footing as he saw you from across the room. The image of you below him, eyes dilated and chest heaving, as his hands worshiped your body. Working their way up from your thighs — fingers wrapping around the plush flesh and squeezing teasingly every now and then, evoking whines from your lips and Mingi knew they’d be soft, so so soft and perfect for his calloused hands — and continuing to your tits, his mouth salivating as one of Pavlov’s dogs before dinner, wanting nothing more than to coat them with multiple layers of–

Mingi stopped the train of horny thoughts before he could pop a very visible boner in front of everyone. It was hard, but not as hard as he’d be if he kept thinking. As he was getting ready for the party Mingi didn’t want to entertain the thought of you possibly being there — which he realized was stupid because, of course Keeho would drag you to the party of the year — let alone interact with you looking like that and risk losing his cool. That changed when a familiar pair of bunny ears came into view and his legs moved on their own, and next thing Mingi knew he was right behind you, glaring daggers at his teammate, who more than likely shared the same thoughts as Mingi, if not worse. And logically speaking, Mingi had no right to be worked up at Jungkook’s antics. On the other hand, logic was not his friend as of lately so in the five second long journey — from the door to your spot — he vowed to let go of any rational thoughts and just let his body do what felt right.

Mingi parted his lips but the words died in his throat as your savior in the form of a giggly Dasom shouted your name from across the house, a red tint over her cheeks and fingers intertwined with Keeho’s, the other holding an empty bottle of soju. You could just make out the words ‘spin’ and ‘bottle’ and it was enough for you to bolt. Who knew a bunch of young adults would gather in a ring and spin a bottle to determine their make-out partner? You were certain you’d left these antics back in high school but apparently not.

Everyone took their place on the carpeted floor and you were seated between Yeonjun and Soobin with Dasom somewhere on your right. Looking around the quite big circle, you noticed a few familiar faces; Choi San — while Jungkook was just a guy looking to be laid every other day San purposely seeked out to hurt others with the sex, promising them a relationship only to hook up with someone else the next day right in their face — his situationship, the new addition to town; Park Seonghwa and the kind dance freak Choi Yeonjun. Jungkook and Mingi joined the circle shortly after you, just in time as Keeho began explaining the rules, taking on the role of a natural leader despite balancing on the thin line of tipsy and drunk.

1. Wait your turn.

2. Spin the bottle.

3. Kiss whoever the bottle lands on with as much or little tongue as you want.

To break the non-existent tension, Keeho took it upon himself to set the mood. He spun the bottle and everyone watched in anticipation as it landed on a girl with green spray painted pigtails, red lipstick smudged from one cheek to the other and a skimpy purple suit showing her tanned skin. Lips formed in a smirk, he grabbed the sides of her head and drew her in a messy kiss with a lot of tongue and spit and everything. Despite it looking…nasty, he set the bar pretty high and no doubt in mind that others would try to be as foul, if not more.

A guy in a Scooby Doo costume kissed Dasom timidly on her cheek and a girl looking like Batman made out with another girl dressed as the hot version of a minion. Three bottle spins later and it was finally your turn. As you twirled the empty glass bottle everyone watched with curious eyes to see where it would land. You didn’t really care that much about who’d be on the receiving end–

Until it landed between Dick and Asshole, San and Mingi. 

Your tongue darted out and wet your lips. Gazing from Mingi to San and back to Mingi, you realized they were both so very hot. San with his raven hair slicked back, left forehead exposed except for the handful of strands falling over and a red-blackish eyeshadow around his sharp foxy eyes. His lips were red and smudged whether from kissing or on purpose. To your surprise, he was dressed in a black tuxedo and equally dark slacks, outdoing everyone and their silly costumes. You caught the burgundy lipstick adorning his neck like an expensive necklace. 

Averting your attention to Mingi, who held a few inches over San you felt a distinct pulse between your legs. His eyes were already on you, hard and dark, their usual gleam of teasing gone somewhere deep within. 

“What’s it gonna be darling? Me? Mingi? Both?” San’s lips curled up, a smirk playing over his mouth.

Your face grew warmer, the result of alcohol mixed with their heated gazes sizing you up and ready to tear you apart. You didn’t want to choose yet you didn’t want to kiss them both. Even with your hazy mind, you knew your fragile heart couldn’t take it. 

“Sannhie and Minji should kiss-uh!” 

There wasn’t a time in your life where you thought the Little Red Riding Hood would come to your rescue, but oh boy, were you happy it happened.

Dasom 2 - Boys 0

The attention was quickly thrown back to the guys. San leaned into Mingi, tilted his head sideways, and innocently blinked up at him with a shiteating grin on those sinful lips of his. The taller one barely gave San as much as a side glance before bumping against him with his shoulder. Don’t you dare, the gesture said. 

As the next person spun the bottle Mingi huffed to himself. You were an undeniably attractive girl and although he wouldn’t mind you deliberately puckering your lips at him, he couldn’t stand you not choosing him over the walking STD on his left.

The game continued and thus far you received a peck on the cheek from a ballerina, kissed a girl dressed as a bloodied cheerleader and then a guy in a skeleton costume. Unlike you, Keeho had his throat down almost everyone’s throat. Halfway through the game people speculated if he had a magnet connected to the bottle or not, given the way the tip always found him.

“JK, it’s your turn!” Keeho pointed at the bunny-clad man and wiggled his brows. 

You leaned your head against the boy next to you — he introduced himself as Jimin — slightly growing bored of the game. It wasn’t like you got any action that had you buzzing with excitement or kept your expectations high. 

No, no, you were done with the game and decided to take a lap around the house before joining the crowd of dancing people — who seemed to be enjoying themselves a whole lot more than you did — after the last spin. The drunken cheers erupting from the circle had you straightening, curious to see who was the lucky — or perhaps unlucky — one, only to realize the last spin was pointed at you.

Three seconds. Jungkook granted you all three seconds to collect your thoughts before scooting closer and grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger. He offered you a wink that sent goosebumps up your arms, despite the alcohol keeping you warm, and pulled you towards him. Steadying yourself with one hand on the carpeted floor and the other having a deadly grip on his thick thigh, digging your nails into his leather pants. Your lips met and his were surprisingly soft, with a faint taste of cherry chapstick. Jungkook traced the outline of your upper lip and you opened your mouth to him, a moan nearly slipping out as he slid his tongue inside and expertly explored his way to the back of your throat. That’s how it felt at least. Jungkook held the reins of the kiss and all you had to do was follow his lead and not fall behind. The lack of air eventually broke you up and the sight of his red and swollen lips made the familiar heat throb in your panties again.

“I need a drink,” you declared to no one in particular. 

Feeling parched and throat itchy from the tongue invading your space, you jumped towards the kitchen. The hoots and whistles were quickly replaced by pouts and calls for your name to come back, it was all swallowed by the loud music, and you unintentionally ignored them. The mass of people from when you last entered the kitchen had dispersed all throughout the house except for the three girls mingling around the kitchen island, pouring multiple flasks of liquor into Christmas-themed mugs. You shivered at the unimaginable taste and decided to pop a soju bottle instead. 

With the chairs gone, presumably hidden by Changbin for obvious reasons, you parked your butt on the cold marble counter and watched over the sea of people dancing in the living room. You slowly swayed to the beat of the music and hummed the lyrics, a few weird moves with your arms but you didn’t care. You were having fun on your own! In fact you were having so much fun that you didn’t notice the figure leaning against the counter connected to yours, their elbows propped up on each side and their hands hanging by default. 

“What are we looking at?”

Mingi’s low tone snatched you back to reality and your wiggling came to a stop. Furrowing your brows as you tried to pinpoint the exact moment he entered the kitchen, how long he’d been there for and where his hat had gone. Your focus was then averted to his face. This was the only time you’d seen him up close without hatred clouding your eyes. 

You wanted to touch the outline of his features, to feel the slight slope of his nose and to slide down its pointy tip until his naturally plumb and puckered lips kissed your fingers, which would later grace his relaxed jaw. It was a shame he was a douchebag, he’d make a really good boyfriend, lookwise, you thought.

“You…” 

The words to your drunken ears were loud and clear but actually came out all jumbled up.

“Hm?”

Mingi turned to you and expected a scowl born from disgust or a snarky reply that would rattle his bones. Not in a million years did he picture you looking at him with blown eyes and lips parted as if at a loss for words for witnessing something so ethereal one could barely react.

“You’re so pretty,” you repeated, still looking down at him, and gently cupped the side of his face. 

A battle between self-control and impulse took place somewhere in that disorganized brain of yours, and you managed to hold back from caressing the lines of his countenance. The breath hitched in his throat as his Adam’s apple thickly moved up and down at the gentle feel of your skin against his. Mingi was already caught off guard by your compliment, and your touch literally and figuratively KO’d him like he’d seen in multiple boxing matches online. Worry poked at his core and ventured up into all the crevices and dark corners of his mind. 

Did something happen in the five minutes you were alone? Did you hit your head? Were you struck with alcohol poisoning in its early stages? 

“What? Have nothing to say now, Mingi-ya?”

His initial worry turned to relief as you pulled back, your lips curving upward and eyes shining with mischief. You didn’t suffer a concussion or life threatening poisoning. You were just drunk. Mingi raised an eyebrow at your flirtiness and his mouth turned into a lopsided smirk, showing a row of his white teeth. Unlike you, Mingi only had two bottles of beer in his system. One at Yunho’s place right before they were to head over and the second during the third round of spin the bottle. It wasn’t even nearly enough to make him tipsy and while he originally entered the kitchen to grab another one, he realized it would be better not to, especially with you already out of it and no babysitter in sight.

“I have plenty to say, princess, just don’t think you’re ready for it.”

You leaned closer to him, the flesh of your boobs nearly spilling over the corset pushed in his face and while his eyes were drawn to them like moths to a flame, Mingi refused to give in just as you refused to stare at his exposed and well-formed abdomen, courtesy of his short leather vest.

“And what if I am?” 

Mingi pushed away from the counter and placed his hands on the vacant surface beside your thighs, successfully caging you in. The switch in positions and height had you crossing your legs, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He breathed out a short chuckle and tilted his head down, his tongue darting over his bottom lip. You were already fun to tease sober, but this — drunk-you — was something else, especially with the lack of fabric around your body. 

“Then I’d tell you how good you look tonight.”

You arched your back, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked through your lashes and gripped the edge of the counter.

 “Just tonight?”

“No, not just tonight but I’d be lying to say you didn’t look,” he paused and searched for the right words, “more captivating like this.” 

“Like what?” You challenged him and inched forward, feeling his mint breath fan your face.

“Pretty, needy and really fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you complimented me more often then I would be pretty, needy and sweet all the time.”

Mingi hummed despite knowing that wasn’t the solution to your hissy attitude, “Maybe I should have or maybe…” He tested the waters by leaning in closer, lips just an inch from grazing your ear, and when you didn’t retract Mingi took it as his sign to whisper, “You shouldn’t always act so bra–”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my least favorite hockey player!” A thick, accented voice cut through the pleasant atmosphere.

Mingi sighed at the intruder and stepped back, revealing your unintentionally hidden body, one hand still on the counter while the other sassily snapped to his hip. Of course he of all people would be at the party tonight, his friend was the host after all. Mingi hadn’t seen the winger since that day outside the public library and he wished to keep it that way, unfortunately he seemed to attract trouble wherever he went. Even a  blonde man dressed in a police uniform. 

A black vest with a hundred pockets tightly stuck to Chan’s chest while the shirt underneath was cuffed up to his elbows, showing off his pretty veins and mass of muscle. The kitchen lights reflected against a pair of silver handcuffs attached to his belt loop, identical to the other pair wrapped around his right wrist. You had never seen a hotter officer prior and for a split second you reevaluated your choice of career path. Letting your eyes linger a tad bit longer on his face (big nose, big lips, you wondered if anything else was big too), you realized he looked quite familiar. 

“Yeah, Chan, don’t go creaming your pants.”

“Impossible with the little pretty thing beside you. Go ahead, tell me your name, darling.”

Chan’s eyes ghosted over you briefly, not enough to completely take you in but just on the brink of feeling seen and, for the first time since you stepped foot in the huge house with a grand chandelier in the hallway and a dining table big enough for three branches of your family tree, you felt weird. Not because he said something a couple guys already hadn’t — you knew you were pretty, hell, you were hot — but because of how he said it. There was no sincerity or truth behind his words and his eyes barely budged, just briefly flickering over to you from the giant on your right. The tension in the kitchen told you they weren’t fond of each other, less so than you were of Mingi, and it doubled your discomfort. 

You turned your gaze down — to the green hem pinched between your thumb and pointer finger and it did nothing to soothe the ill feeling in your tummy — and missed the murderous look from the cowboy beside you. His previously playful eyes turned dark and sharp enough to pierce Chan’s brain, his jaw clenched so hard that his teeth nearly cracked from the muscles flexing the bone and his lips were pressed into a thin line. Mingi felt himself begin to quiver as the rage shot through his veins faster than any alcohol or adrenaline ever did, and if it weren’t for you sitting right there it would take him less than a second to make the blonde midget repeatedly kiss his fists. 

The upcoming game lingered in the back of Mingi’s mind, working as a reminder as to what Chan was up to. He knew it was all part of his plan to rile him up, slither under his skin and poke the sleeping bear just enough to get a reaction out of Mingi. Something that would make him lose his cool before their big game or mess up his focus, maybe even have to sit it out, not that his coach would ever risk doing that. 

Then he also remembered that while Chan both liked boys and girls, he did have a boyfriend — the last time Mingi checked — so he knew the winger was just chatting shit and wasn’t actually interested in you, but it still didn’t sit right. Mingi already didn’t like you interacting with Jungkook or almost swapping spit with San, two guys he had no actual issues with, so imagine how livid he was now. It was disgusting and rude, and judging from the way you fell silent Mingi interpreted it as you becoming uncomfortable. It was a thing not even Jungkook nor San managed to do, and Mingi would be damned if he let anyone speak to you like that.

“Watch your mouth–”

Having heard enough and not wanting to be a witness to a brawl waiting to happen, you jumped off the counter and disappeared into the mass of people. You weren’t in the mood to party anymore and it was already well past midnight, a good enough excuse to either drag Keeho or Dasom with you home. Back in the kitchen, Mingi towered over Chan and used all his willpower not to grab the shorter’s collar and push him up against the wall.

“Aren’t you gonna get your girl?” 

The taller of the two chuckled dryly. 

“I am, but first a word of advice? If you know what’s good for you, don’t ever — and I mean, fucking ever — look in her direction again. Because if I ever catch you looking at her again,” Mingi lowered his tone so no prying ears would hear his next words except for Chan and growled out, “I’ll personally use your fucking skates to cut your fucking eyes out.”

Chan stepped back, arms crossed over his broad chest and head facing the ceiling. “You don’t scare me, Song.” But the slight tremor in his raspy voice told Mingi everything he needed to know.

“Maybe I should.”

On his way out, Mingi purposely shoulder-checked Chan and snickered as he staggered backwards. They exchanged final stares and Mingi cracked a cocky smirk, imagining a vivid picture of Chan laying on the ice with a freshly broken nose and blood staining his ugly jersey. 

Yeah, Mingi was definitely going to beat his ass, an unbalanced scoreboard and Chan’s blemishes were his future witnesses.

Finding you was easier said than done. Who knew a human sized fairy could vanish from the face of earth in the three minutes he was busy giving threats left and right. Certainly not Mingi. He searched every room, every space he thought you could fit in, he even went as far as to check the master bedroom and bathroom upstairs, ignoring the poorly written note taped on the doors telling guests to fuck off, and then he rummaged through the big walk-in closet, but alas, you weren’t there either. 

Leaving the bedroom of Changbin’s parents unscattered he stumbled back down the stairs and into the living room, which was painfully silent as red and blue lights flashed through the front windows. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. Knowing everyone inside was of age, Mingi wasn’t worried about any consequences but he also had no time to sit around and wait for the party to be shut down and to lamely shimmy out the front door with everyone else. Turning a random corner, planning his big escape, something — or rather someone — rammed into him. Out of instinct his hand gripped whatever body part was in reach and kept them from falling on their ass. Looking down he was met with you, bottom lip pulled between your teeth and eyes locked on the floor.

“You good there, princess?”

You nodded and mumbled under your breath.

“Mmm, what was that?” Mingi slightly lowered his head to hear you better.

“My drink.” 

And rightfully an empty glass bottle lay beside your feet — not an ounce of alcohol inside, though — and thinking about it, you looked more out of it than the last time he saw you. Mingi placed his free hand on your shoulder and tentatively squeezed it, catching your attention again.

“You good to go?”

“Haf to find Dee and Kyo.”

“They were looking for you but I told them to go and I’d bring you home.” The lie slipped out smoother than butter spread out on toast.

“They… left?” 

Your voice faded into a quiet whimper. Lips wobbling and eyes glazed with unshed tears threatening to spill any minute now. The beautiful flower tiara slipped to the right side of your head and hung on for dear life. You looked like a kicked puppy on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“Hey, no, no, no, they didn’t leave you,” Mingi hushed gently. “They went to… your friend, the redhead, she forgot her phone in the bathroom so I told her I’d take care of you… yeah.” 

“Dee…”

“Yeah, Dee. C’mon now we have to go through the backdoor.” 

With hands respectfully resting on your shoulders, Mingi guided you outside. 

A few blocks away, he noticed goosebumps littering your skin. It was pretty late, one or two in the morning, and the temperature had dropped rapidly since you were last out. A gush of air kissed your exposed body and sent another shiver down your spine. Mingi draped his jacket over you, it wasn’t much thicker but it would do the trick until he got you home. Sensing you were about to protest, he maneuvered your arms through the sleeves and zipped it up to your chin. The gesture warmed you more than the leather fabric and you nearly melted against his touch. 

You didn’t know if you were touch starved or just too hammered that even Mingi’s kindness sent your stomach on a confused rollercoaster. He wasn’t faring any better. Mingi was so sure you couldn't get any hotter after tonight, but then he just had to offer you his jacket and witness the material swallow you whole, his heart leaping in his chest at your sweater paws.

He cleared his throat. “You’ll get sick and I said I’d take care of you.”

“You’re going to be sch-ick too.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head ‘bout that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but stopped as a sneeze rippled through the empty street. Mingi raised his brow as if to say, I told you so. It took everything in him not to slide his thumb over your little pout or smooth out the crease between your furrowed brows so he settled on clenching his hands into fists and walk as close to you as possible without grazing fingers. 

The moonlight cast a silvery glow over you and something in his gut fell. He felt sick, but good at the same time. His insides were burning yet, his skin was cold to the touch. The urge to drape an arm over your shoulders, push your body flushed to his side and provide you with a warmth his jacket never could — a warmth of security and care — was becoming overwhelming and he awkwardly coughed.

“Let’s get you home princess.”

“‘M not your princess.”

“You’re not my princess yet.”

A loud gasp followed by a slap to his bicep had him suppressing a chuckle. Even when drunk you were so fun to tease. The walk to your apartment — or wherever he was taking you — was relatively quiet and calm. Not many words were exchanged between you which was as unusual as you being together without glaring holes into each other’s heads. Eventually the comfortable silence was broken by his name falling from your lips. 

“Are you and Chan not friends now?”

The real question hid in plain sight and Mingi didn’t have to read between the lines to understand what you were asking. 

“Nah, Chan and I have never been friends.”

“Like us?”

“Princess, if we never were friends I wouldn’t have had so much fun with you tonight.”

“You had fun with me?”

Mingi laughed at that. You really were something different while drunk. “Of course! You’re quite entertaining when you aren’t cranky.”

You didn’t say anything at first and glancing at you, Mingi panicked again. Your shoulders shook and for a second he thought you were crying. He mentally cursed himself for forgetting about you being a sensitive-drunk and before he could shoot out a half-assed explanation to his statement, a laugh bubbled out of you, and Mingi froze. It was the first time he made you laugh. A firework of butterflies exploded in him and suddenly he craved to hear you again, to find the yellow button with the word ‘laugh’ scribbled over and just press it until it went out of function. Call him dramatic, but Mingi was used to seeing you bare your teeth and not giggle like a schoolgirl. 

You felt lightheaded and dizzy at his confession, chalking it up as a compliment, and decided to keep the conversation going because that’s what friends do. “I’m going to the preliminaries.” 

You swerved into a whole other conversation topic and seeing the gleeful grin on your face, Mingi didn’t have the heart to tease you for wanting to talk to him. Plus it was also the first time you’d ever told him anything about yourself and he’d be damned to ruin the moment.

“Ah, really? For the Spring Competition, right?”

You hummed enthusiastically and went on rambling about it. Starting from the endless practices to the big day, how you were nervous but also excited. You even voiced how annoyed you were with your coach for giving you such difficult choreography, but purposely decided not to mention the help you got from a certain raven haired boy — a boy that made your heart beat faster and cheeks hotter — leaving him completely out of the conversation and whether it was because you simply forgot or was distracted by someone else wasn’t important right now, not when Mingi’s smile shone brighter than all the stars combined.

“All my friends are going to be there.”

“Nice friends you have.”

“We are friends,” you said matter of factly, your ‘S’ coming out with a lisp. “Alllll my friends are going.”

“You want me to come, princess?”

“You’ll be there?!”

You slinked your arm through his and squished it against your chest, cheek pressed to his bicep as you looked at him. One would believe Mingi hung up each and every single star individually in your name for you to look at him that way.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “I’ll be there.”

Nothing much was said after that and it wasn’t until you reached the door of your apartment complex that the silence was broken.

“Thank yu-h for walkin’ me home, Mingki-ya.”

The nickname completely went over his head, too distracted by your hand on his arm. The touch of your skin on his sent jolts of electricity through him and Mingi never wanted you to let go. 

“Need help up the stairs?”

“No, but maybe with something else.” 

You shuffled closer to him and balanced on your tippy toes, a small but very genuine smile mirroring the one on Mingi’s face. Your sweet perfume wafted with the cool breeze and he subconsciously leaned forward as if to chase after it, his hands finding solace on your waist telling himself it was just to steady you again. 

“I think…” you whispered, “you owe me a kiss.”

You honestly didn’t know where the confidence came from or what possessed you to say such a thing, but the words were already out. Goosebumps littered Mingi’s skin and not because of his lack of clothes or the chilly temperature. He wished nothing more than to kiss you breathless, have you writhing beneath him and whisper his name like a mantra. Leaning closer and closer to you, his head slightly turned downward as you pushed up on your tiptoes and one hand came up to cup your cheek. 

“Please,” you whispered.

The slur in your words brought him back to reality and he abruptly pulled back. However much Mingi wanted to press his lips against yours, he also didn’t want it to happen under these circumstances. Not when you were drunk and probably had no idea who you were talking to or what you were demanding of him. Mingi was better than that.

“What’s wrong?” You stared up at him, your eyes confused and worried. 

“It’s late, princess.” Was all he said and let go of your waist, proceeding to open the door for you. “It’s time to head inside.” 

He forced out a tight-lipped smile that showed his pretty dimples, but his eyes didn’t crinkle. Albeit your mind being fuzzy you could still notice the sudden drop in the atmosphere and it was enough to get you slightly sobered up, at least to understand what was happening. 

You blinked, only then really realizing how close you were standing to each other, breaths mingling and chests rising in sync. Hastily, you turned on your heel, no goodbyes or second glances to be exchanged, and bolted up the stairs with a cloud of shame over your head and wobbly legs that caved the moment you stepped inside the safety of your apartment. Shame washed over you like a tidal wave and the funny feeling in your stomach wasn’t helping. The horrible taste of alcohol and acid bubbled up your throat and on your run to the bathroom you fought back a gag of the pre-digested food that threatened to reappear. Drunk-Dasom would have your head on a stick if you got vomit all over the floor. The green–ish puke was flushed down the drain, but the memory of your failed attempt at a kiss followed you like a shadow on a sunny day. You could only hope Mingi was too out of it to even remember ever walking you home.

The night of the Halloween party ended rather quickly and you could only remember bits and pieces of it, but most of the embarrassing memories stuck. You physically jolted every time you thought about it, which wasn’t that often considering there was only a few more days until the preliminaries and your focus were mainly set on your studies and perfecting the choreography, but when it did happen you were ready to dig a six-foot-deep hole in the ground. For once, you felt lucky not to stumble upon Mingi on campus or in the hallway as he too was occupied with practices for his game against the Red Tigers. So no, you weren’t intentionally avoiding him, although it played a big part in your favor as you were not mentally ready to face him. 

On the days you had nothing to do, you couldn’t help but replay the antagonizing events and curse your-drunk-self for having a loose lipped mouth. There was something about alcohol that made you into a completely different girl with a bold and initiative personality. To make things worse, you just had to latch onto the only guy whose two-hundred-and-six bones you couldn’t stand. You remembered being so relaxed around Mingi, so flirty and touchy as if he was a part of your clique. You remembered calling him a friend, subtly inviting him to the preliminaries and how your body responded to his teasing in a not-so-hostile way. Most important of all you couldn’t get his words out of your head, how you were ‘pretty, needy and fucking sweet’.

The craziest part of it all was how you found Mingi hotter the longer the night went on. The moment you laid eyes on his stupid cowboy hat, something changed and you were drawn to him like a horny teenager who wanted nothing more than to get in his pants, but was too awkward to actually do anything about it. You knew you couldn’t look at him the same way ever again. You’d just imagine his prominent abs, flushed cheeks and plumb lips caught between his teeth, and start heating up. 

No, the craziest part was you trying to kiss him. 

Lips locking, tongues fighting, spit swapping, whatever! Drunk or not, you wanted and tried to kiss him and he pulled away. 

The scene popped up in your head at the most random of times; while brushing your teeth, on your walk to college, during your bathroom- and lunch breaks, in between practices, whenever you saw his brown jacket neatly laid on your desk, the first few minutes of your morning and right before you fell asleep. Maybe the memory was the reason you couldn’t land any of your jumps.

“Fuck this shit,” you said under your breath and sat down on one of the benches beside the rink. 

A break was long overdue and without Mr. Jung there to hover over your neck, you took five minutes to gather yourself.

You were thankful Hyunjin had classes until the afternoon, you weren’t sure you’d live to see another day if he were to lay his hand on your body, guiding you through the movement with a few helpful pointers — that you’d forget immediately — just like he’d done last week. You whined and buried your head in your hands. Your mind was a scrambled mess. Instead of focusing on the competition, you were stuck thinking about two boys, which brought you to your next issue. 

Why were you so bothered by Mingi’s lack of reciprocation, it was just a stupid kiss?!

“Ah, I’m really losing my mind,” you said and collected your stuff. 

There was no way you were getting anything done. With one hand on the handle, you opened the door while rummaging through your bag for your headphones, not paying attention to where you were walking and stumbled into the arms of the very person you couldn’t get out of your head. 

“Falling for me, princess?” The teasing tilt to his voice hit your ear, raising goosebumps on the entirety of your body and nearly sending a shiver down your spine.

Curse the universe and its stupid ways of functioning. 

You jumped from Mingi’s hold around you. He wore a simple brown knit zip-up sweater with a white t-shirt underneath, a pair of simple blue jeans and what seemed like a hundred chains and completed the look with some white sneakers. Not wanting to meet his eyes you stared at the spot between his brows before averting the gaze down to his lips, wetted by his freakishly attractive pink tongue and then back up again. The one-sided smirk told you that he totally caught you looking and you had half a mind not to ask what was so amusing.

Clearing your throat in hopes of calming the upturned beating of your heart, you replied, “I’d rather fall to my death than for you.”

“Right, yet here you were in my arms like a true damsel in distress.”

Taken back by his comment, you realized two things.

A) Mingi probably thought you couldn’t remember anything from Changbin’s party and used that to his advantage, and B) he was still the annoying Mingi from before, just more annoying and a bit (so much more) hotter. 

Despite him being a prick, you weren’t against playing the role of having completely forgotten the events of the Halloween party. 

“You’re right about one thing, Song. I’m a damsel, but the fuck am I ever in distress to be needing your help.”

“We’re back to last name basis, how sad.” 

He placed a hand over his heart and jutted out his bottom lip, and Lord knows you wanted to trace it with your thumb, push into his mouth, and feel his tongue under your finger. A bit embarrassed at your sudden train of horniness, you stuffed your hand into the pocket of your hoodie and dug your fingers into your palm, embracing the slight sting that steered you clear of those thoughts. Mingi didn’t pay it any mind, stuck on the part where you didn’t say anything against your designated nickname. Not to be an arrogant asshole, but Mingi was a hundred percent sure you secretly liked it and it only made him more sure when you didn’t nip back at him for it.

“Is it something you want or are you going to let me pass through?”

Mingi crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door opening. “Quick to run away now, aren’t we?”

“From you? Every day of the week.”

“Mmm, that’s funny seeing how we always end up together. Care to explain that, princess?”

That little shit. You’d wipe the smirk of his face if it wouldn’t be considered assault. “We wouldn’t have to be if you would stop following me around, stalker.”

“I’m not sure a stalker would get you home safely.”

Either he was playing with you like usual or testing you to see if you really had no memory of that night after all. You shifted your focus from his left eye to his right and back to the left, searching for anything that would help you uncover his motive.

“Yeah, you have to find out where I live somehow don’t you?”

“Well, it’s not like we both use the rink regularly or go to the same college or live in the same city. Trust me when I say if I wanted to know where you live I’d be way sneakier, so I don’t know princess, your accusations are lacking.”

“You’re a real prick, you know that?”

“Totally haven’t heard that one before.” Pushing off the wall, he headed deeper into the hallway and when he didn’t hear the sound of the doors opening and closing, he turned around to see you still standing there. “What? Aren’t you leaving?”

You squinted and nipped mindlessly at the inside of your cheek. Truthfully, you didn’t know why you hadn’t already booked it for the bus stop and jumped on the next one coming, engine warm and wheels rolling.

“Or you wanna stay and see me practice. I can put on a show just for you.” Mingi grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and raised it enough to show what was hiding underneath, tongue sticking out and a flirty wink sent your way.

Fuming and at a loss for words, you exited the ice rink faster than a speeding bullet. You were hot and sweaty despite it being the last week of November and you knew it wasn’t because of your excessive training, but rather the irritating feeling crawling up your legs and pulse in your abdomen. 

“...then she flipped her hair and finished with a model walk!” 

Keeho poorly reenacted the interaction, hips swaying violently as he strutted through the kitchen with an attentive Dasom sitting on the seat opposite you, nibbling on some crackers. The boy was talking about the newest gossip at the school, something you couldn't care less about. 

“I swear to God one day I’m going to kill him!” Your outburst startled Keeho and Dasom. 

“Who, why and when are we going?”

“Song Mingi.”

“No, can do. Have you seen the muscles on that monstrosity?”

You glared at Keeho who looked away, finding the interior of your kitchen much more interesting. The soft voice of your best friend asking what happened caught your attention and you were quick to explain the reason behind your frustration.

“Say what you want, but if I was you I’d have gotten him in bed a long time ago.”

If only Keeho knew how badly your unintentional plan to do exactly that fired back, leaving you crying yourself to sleep. Not because it was Mingi, but because the combination of rejection and alcohol coursing through your veins made you a hundred times more emotional. 

“You don’t even like him,” you cried out and slammed your palm on the table.

“No, but he’s incredibly hot and the sex would be a-ma-zing!”

“Dasom tell me you have something smart. He’s a lost cause.”

The offended ‘hey’ was ignored by both girls. 

“I don’t think you’ll agree with me,” she started and tried hiding the smile growing on her face. “But technically you were in distress and Mingi was there to help, so you were kind of wrong there.”

Your rapid fingers that were rhythmically tapping the wooden surface froze at the new piece of information. That you didn’t know about.

“Do enlighten me, when was this?”

“At Changbin’s party, when he walked you home and gave you his jacket.” She popped another cracker and smiled.

You completely forgot about that – about the little chivalrous act of his. The second-hand embarrassment of your own stupidity hit you like a truck so hard, you slapped your hands over your eyes and harshly rubbed them. Great, first you humiliated yourself while drunk, and now you made a fool of yourself sober too.

“So we can’t kill him?” Keeho piped up.

Dasom threw her hands up, quick to not claim such a statement. “I didn’t say that, but it would be unjustified. Also he probably thought it was funny especially when he thinks you can’t remember anything.”

“Nothing about him is unjustified, trust me and, wow, cool to hear you find happiness in my agony!”

“Puh-lease it’s just Mingi. Not like you care about him, so tell me. How was practice with Hyunjin last week? You never give us the juicy details anymore.” Keeho leaned against the kitchen table, his chin resting in his palm and eyes batting excessively. 

“That’s not true. I don’t tell you anything,” you jabbed a thumb in Dasom’s direction, “she knows everything.”

“Wha– How!? What!? And I’m supposed to call you my friends!”

“It was nothing anyway, Kyo. He just helped me with my number, nothing new I promise.”

He pointed at Dasom. “Spill.”

And then it was her turn to re-tell everything you told her a few days ago. 

You were struggling with your choreography and no matter how much you practiced, nothing was working your way. As you were five seconds away from a mental breakdown, Hyunjin swooped in like a true knight in shining armor and saved the day. He encouraged you to explain the whole program from start to finish as if you were talking to a toddler even though he could probably master it in an hour. To your luck, it helped ease the tension in your shoulders and you even managed to do spins without falling on your ass, but your movements were still stiff and not as perfect as you’d need them to be if you wanted to win over the judges. Trying something else, Hyunjin told you to follow him. He somehow turned your mono focused choreography into a duet, hands holding onto you when deemed fit and guiding you until you were in sync, until two became one. One mind, one body, one soul.

“I’m calling it now, you’re a match made in heaven.”

“Yet you think I should fuck Mingi?”

“Yeah, but if you think about it, and I mean really think about it, guys automatically become ten times hotter when working out so I understand your frustration with Mingi, right? But what you have with Hyunjin is not just sexual frustration! He’s sweet, he’s kind and he’s perfect! So it wouldn’t be weird if you got it down with Mingi as long as you date Hyunjin in the end so I can win the money–”

“What she has with Mingi is so much more than just sexual frustration! There’s passion and chemistry, that doesn’t come out of the blue!” Dasom shot up from her seat and glared passionately at Keeho, as if reciting one of her many poems.

“Yeah, but would you rather be with a guy who respects you and treats you right or with someone who’s a douche all year round if we don’t count your birthday and Valentine’s day?” 

The question was aimed at you, yet Dasom cut through like an unsupervised Kalashnikov rifle before you even managed to open your mouth.

“No one wants to be with a meanie, there’s no arguing about that, but Mingi doesn’t treat her like crap, be realistic Kyo. Yes, he just likes to rile her up and yes, he can be nice too, remember? He bought her coffee as an apology and got her home safe, twice!”

“Yeah, an apology that was long overdue if you ask me! Hyunjin hasn’t done anything to be apologizi–”

“Hyunjin is just a nice guy and that’s why you think she should settle for him, because the risk of getting hurt is really low if she sticks to the safe option but that is romanticism! Why should she settle for a passionless relationship?”

“And fighting and making up and fucking isn’t romanticism?! What is this, the foryou page of booktok promoting red flags as erotica?”

“Unlike some, I know basic decorum. I also know that chemistry wins over compatibility. So, Kyo, the real question is; how does defeat taste, seeing as you’ve already feasted on it without even knowing?”

They left no room for you to interrupt or stop their quarrel and by the time you successfully managed to get in a word they were both on their feet, noses almost touching. Keeho’s glare was sharp enough to cut through bread while Dasom wore a teasing smirk, giving her the appearance of a sly fox. 

They reminded you an awfully lot of you and Mingi, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the thought. It amazed you how even with a lacking presence, he still managed to get on your nerves.

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i do a LOT of art and a LOT of writing. however. i forget to post it. so this blog's kinda dead!!! if you want to see more shit from me or of a specific character, don't be afraid to ask and i'll gladly share

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about me? im 23, prepping to apply for a phd program in school psychology with a bachelor's in fine arts in screenwriting. i write prose and draw pictures of my ocs with backgrounds coz i love drawing backgrounds

check out my bestie's blogs @yeenteefies for main and @honsebeasts for his really cool awesome neat ocs who i have many stories / ships with

i also play dnd! every week!!! with my super cool awesome dnd friends from college. i play a conquest paladin aasimar (that's warren). he's too much. the tag for stuff related to the party is just #yeehoes

i have bpd, autism, & adhd. if you don't like that, don't follow. i'm unmedicated, but i'm more under control these days.

I do not tag others art or the fandoms the art's from. I only tag for gore (#gore, #blood), flashing (#flashing), spiders/insects (#spiders, #insects, #bugs), or unreality (#unreality). If there's any you want me to add, lemme' know and I'll consider it (I'll probably say yes unless its SUPER specific coz i might forget).

OCS + favorite books, music, movie, etc under the cut.

Trivia: —half Romanian, half Texmex (czech/german + mexican) —fave movie is Fargo —my space sci-fi shit is largely inspired by the tv show The Expanse.

Fave Bands: —Muse (favorite songs are In Your World and Dead Star) —Linkin Park —Amigo the Devil —Nine Inch Nails —Calexico —Brown Bird —Rammstein —MCR occasionally

Fave Books: —American Gods by Neil Gaiman —We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver —Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy —maybe Pet Sematary by Stephen King who is my favorite author

Main OCS:

Vini + Quinn (#vini.png, #quinn.net, #d3m0litionl0v3rs): besties who kill together. vini's quinn's guardian angel. quinn's vini's little death. they've died for each other countless times and their bond is unbreakable. not human anymore

Elliot (#elliot.png): shitfaced. hurt. fucked. broken. pissed off at the world for the shit it's put him through. wishing he could kill them all Derek (#derek.png): strange. alienated. scared. scared of everyone for treating him like another. wishing they'd see how above them he is. Elliot + Derek (#code voltage): besties. too much. freaks. human sometimes. there's an 80s au where they're monsters Derek + Jordan (#prince.png, @/honsebeast's) (#strange&unusual): what you get when a god finds another god when the first god thought he was the last of his kind. They click. They understand each other on a completely different level. Elliot + Kalani (#kalani.png, @/hurrl's) (#chocolatestrawberries): he'll die for her. she'll kill for him. she taught him a lesson and he learned better. now he's as obsessed with her as she is with him. She loves him so much, but it's okay because he needs her love to survive.

Mars (#mars.png): rocky younger years have lead to a chiller middle-aged life. trying to gather the pieces and learn to live again. how you kill the monster? love the monster. human Mars + Danny (@/honsebeast's) (#armada): i love you when no one else will. you love me despite all my flaws. you make me human again.

Warren + Jay (#warren.png, #jay.png, #4m3r1c4nm4n14cs): the fire the flame and the burning smoldering ember. a serial killer and his priest, a god and his follower. two of the same. die for each other to live again. human unless angel.

Cody (#cody.png): broken bruised forgotten sore, too fucked up to care anymore. that's what happens when you back a kid into a corner. he bites to kill.

Other OCs that aren't that important right now that you'll occasionally see tagged but that I won't link are as follows: Ryfraf (whore), Riymah (scary clown goth gf), Derwood (taxidermist), Blue (hacker), Pork/Porkrinds (the happiest merc you've ever seen, @/honsebeast's).



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Do you have like…..a headcanons for C-Side and Wet Floor?…..

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Obviously, I won't have the fandom or any of the characters tagged for safety reasons, but tumblr works in mysterious ways and sometimes it shows people weird shit because it's marginally related to what they post and interact with.

Okay, with that out of the way...

Sorry this took so long, anon, I didn't actually have any headcanons ahead of time and needed some time to think about it, and then I got sick and had some major brain fog. Thanks for being patient!

This might get long so check under the cut.

There will be mention of weed and vomit.

Be/ka

Honestly, no doubt that he's a stoner. And it definitely fucks with his appetite and his diet. When he's high he just kind of eats whatever is in the fridge or the pantry...even if it's out of date or spoiled. That and whatever strange concoction he manages to put together.

Dude's actually kind of invincible, though. He usually doesn't get sick from what he eats or drinks.

That being said, on the rare off chance he does he's a total mess. He's secretly emetophobic and just the anticipation of himself or someone else needing to puke is enough to freak him out.

He actually will more than likely end up puking from how much he's worked himself up rather than what's actually causing him to feel sick. So if he's nauseous or dealing with a stomach ache, expect to find him curled up on the bathroom floor awaiting his fate.

They don't have a manager, so he's almost always heavily focused on things relating to the band, so he doesn't ever really notice when he's hungry. The other two sometimes have to literally pull him away from what he's doing because he hasn't eaten in two days. In fact, he cannot recall the last time his stomach made any sort of noise out of hunger. (Though this is probably because he always attributes it to something else.)

K/kura

Hangry Bitch Syndrome™ she gets FEIRCE when she's missed a meal, especially since she's the type to consistently eat at regular times.

Of course, that habit has led to her stomach being pretty loud when she's hungry, and it only adds to her irritability.

She's been extremely self reliant since she was young, so if she gets sick in general she's insistent that she can take care of herself. It's a minor inconvenience for her, no matter how nauseous she feels or how much pain she's in.

Uot/ra

Textbook Big Eater. He will gladly eat your leftovers if you can't finish them.

Nobody outside of the band has ever seen him with an upset stomach, as far as they know. He doesn't make it obvious, just says something to his bandmates and goes to rest. Either he's not really bothered by it or he just doesn't want to cause a scene, but unlike Kura he'll greatly appreciate it if you help him out.

It might also be because he's sort of the big brother of the trio and feels that it's more important for him to take care of his bandmates than it is for them to take care of him.

He's also completely unbothered by any noises his stomach makes, mostly because it's very loud and he thinks it's funny how people react to it.

K/gi (Definitely one of my top favs, so I'm a bit meaner to him, hehe.)

He's not super shy, I don't think, but he does seem like the type to be uncomfortable around people when his stomach is being noisy.

He eats a lot of foods that are organic or homegrown and are mostly fruits and vegetables, so fast food and foods that are processed or filled with artificial ingredients tear up his stomach. He usually brings his own meals with him when the band is on tour or he's spending the night with them, but the band also makes an effort to stop by or grab something from somewhere with foods that he prefers to eat.

He also doesn't really eat, he sort of...grazes? Like he's one of those people that just eats small amounts throughout the day instead of sitting down to have meals. He's always just a little bit hungry, and sometimes on tour he has to go without food for a few hours.

As seen on my Tummy Hurty Scale he's not the best at handling stomach pain, but he can withstand it just enough to get important things done if need be. But he will quietly slip away to go lay down once he gets the chance.

That's about all I have for now.

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