#and basically all of my muses just cringed

[risingsouls]

" While I'm not a Saiyan, and I would never classify myself as an expert on them, I can say with certainty that, at least when it comes to the ones I know, telling them you want to 'domesticate' them will not go over well. Plus it just sounds really insulting on a lot of levels. "

[storm-angel989]

Hi, could I have a meeting between Velvette’s new girlfriend and Vox and Val? (With Vox acting like Vel’s overprotective dad?) I think that would be pretty funny

This is an OLD request (AND DON'T WORRY THERE ARE STILL MORE OLD REQUESTS SITTING IN MY INBOX)

But the muses finally struck! I hope it was worth the wait!

Velvette could see the anxiety scrawled across her pretty face. 

“Don’t worry,” she said as comfortingly as Velvette could possibly manage. “They’re going to love you.”

“Valentino and Vox are literally the most famous overlords in hell, and I’m meeting them,” she squeaked in protest. 

Velvette rolled her eyes but kissed her cheek. 

“If it makes you feel better, reader, you’re the first girl I’ve ever brought home.” 

Velvette didn’t think she could turn anymore red. And rightly so- Velvette didn’t get her reputation as a cold hearted bitch for no reason. Cycle after cycle of girls came and went- never for long. But when reader crossed her stage for the first time six months ago, something about her felt…different. 

Of course she had met Valentino when she first arrived- after all, Velvette sourced all her models directly from him. But with the proper nutrition, a healthy diet and a good skincare routine, Valentinos hunch that she would glow up proved to be correct. 

Two weeks. One dinner date and the first time Velvette ever let another woman pin her down against the bed later, their relationship was solidified. Valentino knew of course from the moment she told him reader would be kept in a separate apartment, a private space typically reserved for the most promising of the candidates. 

But Vox….ugh, Vox would be a different story. The last time Velvette had her heart broken- the death of a sinner during an extermination, Vox had been the one to hold her. To comfort her and buy her ice cream. Valentino had been there too- but his emotional bank account for sadness at that point in his life was next to zero. He just couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just move on. 

But Vox did. 

Slowly, he was the one who helped put the pieces that made up Velvette back together. He was the one who encouraged her to start dating again. He was the one who hugged her tight when the nights grew dark, and the shoulder to cry on when she drank too much. 

She wondered what his reaction would be when she brought reader home? 

Velvette pressed the elevator button and turned to reader. 

“Just play it cool. They’re basically like any other demon, but they’re my family. Okay? So just…you know, be cool.” 

Reader nodded as they stepped together into the elevator and rode the short ride to the top of the V tower. The elevator pinged and Velvette took a deep breath as they stepped out together into the V tower.

“Welcome! Welcome, reader, to our humble home,” Vox announced as he stepped out from the kitchen.

Velvette winced as he took off his signature kiss the chef <3  apron and walked over to greet them. He took readers hand and firmly shook it. “So you’re the girl who stole our Vel’s heart, hm?”

“Vox,” Velvette hissed. 

“No, no its okay Vel, Mr. Vox I am a huge fan!” reader gushed. “I didn’t know you cooked!”

Velvette bit back a smile. She knew she shouldn’t have been worried. After all, compliments and conversations were readers speciality. 

“Ooo, Vel, is this your new lover?” Valentino cooed as he strode out from his bedroom. He took readers hand and kissed it. “Lovely specimen, tell me…where did you find such a beautiful…”

“Cut it out, Val, I-”

“Oh, no, Vel! Mr. Valentino, its so nice to meet you. I’ve seen all your films! I mean, the ones you star in of course,” reader said excitedly.

“Ah, I like this one Velvette,” Valentino smirked as he released her hand. “About time you brought home someone with taste.”

“Speaking of, dinner is ready! Come sit,” Vox pointed towards their rarely used dining room. 

Inwardly, Velvette cringed. But as the meal moved on, she found herself starting to relax. Sure, Vox and Valentino were their usually selves, but nothing extraordinary. 

At least, not until dessert.

“So, tell me, reader, how exactly do you plan on breaking my dear Velvette’s heart?” Vox asked casually.

Velvette choked on the sip of wine she had just taken. She opened her mouth as if to scold Vox, but quieted with a look from her reader. 

“Vel? You’re planning on sharing your heart? Shit, I thought I was just here to be a sex toy,” reader said sarcastically. “Thanks for wrecking the surprise, Mr. Vox.”

Valentino burst out in laughter and Vox gave her a mortified look. Velvette grinned and leaned over to reader. 

“And that right there is exactly why I brought you home,” she said with a kiss.

[xerotiny]

Win Me a Bear // Our Precious #4

Win Me A Bear (Our Precious series 4)

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Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader ft. Woosan making out.

Warnings: smut, switch!jongho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, a little bit of manhandling, bit of anal fingering, subtle dirty talk and degradation, choking and bruising, use of sex toys (vibrator).

Note: if you're uncomfortable with any aspect of this chapter, topics, and the warnings, then please do not proceed. Not proofread.

Gist: after a week into moving in with your new flatmates, you and Jongho feel a lot closer to each other than before. With that closeness, your sexual tension becomes thick and unbearable. So, when Jongho suggested he'd "take you out" to the university fest, you didn't know he had other intentions to it. Not to forget, he even gave his all to win you a bear at a random game stall.

Word Count: 15,912

The mug of coffee in your hand proffers you a little bit of warmth while Mingi's cold brown eyes were piercing through yours. Another day, another stone-hearted glare from him, another attempt at appeasing your mind. It's no surprise, but the grounds have already been established that you two are eternally bound in a hellfire. Arguments are to strike on the daily basis, and you were prepared for those consequent feelings to surface somehow. On the contrary, you no longer had to worry about his unreasonable resentment towards you. It was clear as a day to you when he firmly said or called others to be addicted to your 'cunt'.

You momentarily cringe at yourself recalling his said words, not that you could resist yourself from reeling back into that night. Things went well that night, you had stayed over for dinner with them and ironically, Yunho joked about how he had the 'dessert' first and then the dinner. Of course, you were his dessert, metaphorically speaking. Conversations carried on were all too basic until Wooyoung asked you for your sexual preferences, the nitty gritty details about your personality in bed. It didn't take long for things to get awkward all around the table, So Seonghwa shooed everyone away to their rooms and asked for your help in doing the dishes with him. Now, you could be biased, but the conversation you had with him was way better and liberating than others. You could tell you were hella attracted to him, and not just for his appearance, but also for his personality and the way he speaks.

Which would explain why you were in the kitchen with him currently; you and Mingi's little battle of standing true through 'intense' eye contact had been deemed worthless by Seonghwa.

He clears his throat, and announces, "quit it you two!"

Mingi clicks his tongue and looks away, "move, you're in my way."

He clenched his jaw, spitting his words with an aggressive tone which you didn't find it quite right. You pressed your lips together and opened your mouth to retort, however Seonghwa having predicated the argument bubbling amid you two, soon scoffs out, "be more polite to her, Mingi. It costs you nothing."

Your attention trails towards Seonghwa, who apparently was trying to flip a pancake in the pan. His back faced Mingi, but he didn't fall short on conveying his authority. Leaning against the kitchen counter, at a distance from Seonghwa, you confusedly look at Mingi and he offers you a very dramatic eye roll and a sigh.

"I need to get my bowl for cereal," he explains further, shaking his head and then turning on his heels, "you know what? Never mind, I'll skip on breakfast today."

Your brows scrunch together, before you could say anything, Seonghwa beats you to it, "have your breakfast, Mingi. You're not going anywhere on an empty stomach."

"Ugh," he groans, "you're always breathing down my neck."

He turns back around, and you move from the counter; watching him drag the drawer out and take a red coloured bowl, you muse for a little and then take a deep breath. Mingi was...he was...God you had no words to describe him, or his appearance. He was tall, intriguing, he was buff, hot, and he had the most kissable lips you had ever seen on a guy. You were thirsting over him, pining to caress his lips with yours for at least a second to know what they tasted like. Probably bitter, your subconscious replied. Mingi fiddles his fingers across the oversized graphic shirt he had worn, an action which causes for the material to strain around his chest and expose off his pointy nipples. His pecks looked delicious, you were drooling mentally over them and him...

You need to get a grip!

"Angel, would you mind sitting on the dining table?" Seonghwa asks, stacking the baked pancake over a plate which already had some. "I'll bring your plate right away."

He smiles at you, waiting for you to take an initiative, or maybe, he was waiting for Mingi to leave. Without saying, Mingi does leave, paddling his feet away to the dining table where two boxes of cereal were sitting atop along with a carton of milk. Morning haze sunshine breaks through the balcony doors, flooding the living and the dining space with golden rays of heat; you were greeted by the sound of birds chirping when you had awoken, alongside Seonghwa's groggy voice asking you for coffee. When you woke up, way early than you could ever have, you found yourself sitting idle on the dining table and watched the sunrise percolate the dawning night sky. A beautiful blend of purple and orange had taken over, intriguing your senses and proffering deep thoughts to your mind, as Seonghwa had also accompanied you.

"I'm good here," you smile back at him, wide and bright, letting your eyes linger over him for a minute longer than they should have. "I like spending time with you."

You shrug, looking down at your mug and he lets out a chuckle, rolling his loosened sleeves further up his forearm, before pouring a ladle of batter into the pan. The sounds of sizzle reverberate, easing out the awkward silence between you two.

"Me too," he says, cracking into a grin, "you're fun to have around. And your elaborate imagination makes it even better."

"Unfortunately, some don't like my presence here," you mutter under your breath, Mingi's ear perk at your sound but his mouth doesn't yap as it usually would. "Well, their loss."

Seonghwa lets out a soft titter, "it sure is."

You again let your eyes rummage over Seonghwa's figure a little longer; he towered over the counter, wearing a burnt orange shirt with its sleeves rolled up till his elbows and paired it with black trousers, and had a navy-blue apron covering it all. He liked cooking. It seemed like it; not from the way he was flipping the pancake or preparing dinner, but by the apron he tied around his waist—it had his name embroidered on it in a pretty shade of pastel blue and green.

"There you go," he mumbles, stacking the freshly made pancake on top of already made ones on a plate and hands it to you.

"Let me finish my coffee first," you remark, pouting.

He rolls his eyes playfully at you and strides towards Mingi who was sitting peacefully and enjoying his cereal while scrolling through his phone. Placing the plate in front of him, Seonghwa flashes him a bold smile and pats his back twice before returning next to you. The stove is shut off, and he takes a breath of relief.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Seonghwa initiates and you gulp the sip of coffee in a haste to answer, "slept well. Actually, Jongho and I were talking about our classes till late night yesterday. You know, basic things."

"Really?" he instigates, "just about classes?"

"Yes, what else?" you state as a matter of factly, and shake your head. "I agree there has been some tension between us for the past few days, but I swear, it's nothing I can't handle."

"The tension between you two is so thick you could practically cut it with a knife," he adds, "you two need to fuck it out."

"Fuck what out now?" Yunho chimes in, his footsteps ascending into the kitchen.

"Her and Jongho's sexual tension..." Seonghwa answers him, and you both earn nothing as a reaction from him.

Yunho's sleepy eyes caress your face, and then Seonghwa's, his bed hair looks cute on him and for a fact, his flushed face was giving your head some ideas you didn't want to have. The squishy cheeks you had started adoring so much were practically cherry red, cute. Yunho walks straight over to the refrigerator and pulls it open to grab a chilled bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap in no time, he gulps the entire bottle down. You're staring at him, biting your lip, controlling your arousal to make a splash in your panties—basically, you were helpless since he was riling you up by just drinking water. And why wouldn't you be, staring at his sharp jawline and the way his adam's apple quivered with every gulp of water he took, gave you an ecstatic rush of thrill.

A few drops of water trickle down his chin and neck, eventually soaking into the white shirt he had worn; pulling the bottle away from his lips, he crushes it in one hand and flings it into the trash can just situated at a feet's distance from the refrigerator.

He heaves out a sigh, "that felt good."

You swallow thickly before raising your mug up to hide your flustered cheeks.

"Did you sleep well, Angel?" Yunho asks you, and you nod, not caring to bring the mug away or anything.

His brows stitch closer to each other on his forehead. "Okaaaaaayy." He drags his word as if he had another question in the waiting. "Are you going to attend the university fest today? I suppose it's the last day of it..."

You nod again.

Seonghwa scoffs, "Jongho asked her to company him tonight, right? Well, I believe that could be a perfect opportunity to fuck it out."

You nod. Yet again. But this time you were bewildered to learn Yunho's reaction; his face falls, lips turning to a frown and eyes darkening in mere seconds. He was jealous. And you wanted that to happen. Not because you were pining for his attention, but because he had regarded your relationship to be purely sexual and not romantic. Yunho did not want to be romantically involved with you; he had made that clear the day you moved in. It hurt you in all ways possible because you were, with certainty, yearning something more than sexual intimacy from him. God doesn't give with both hands, and he surely missed out when he was constructing your love life.

Regardless, Yunho feigns a frail smile. "Oh, that's nice. Have fun tonight. And use protection."

He turns on his feet and trudges over to Mingi; settling himself down next to him, he places his hand on Mingi's thigh and the two get lost in a conversation. You're staring at him, wondering if there was an elucidation to his behaviour. He has the very right to be jealous, but he has no right to express it when either of you had agreed to keep your relation exclusive to physical intimacy.

Oh, men are confusing!

"Angel?" Seonghwa calls out to you and jerk from your trance, "yeah, I'm here..."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into, there's no point in moping," he continues.

"I'm not moping!" you defend yourself, "it's the way he acts—the week before me moving in, he was different. He'd come unannounced to my dorms; we would not fuck or do anything intimate actually but at least he'd show me some sort of affection. We'd talk a lot, we'd cuddle..." You were rambling, you knew it, but you continue either way, "ever since I moved in here, somehow the other guys' influence drives him away from me, most of the times. I am not complaining, but he can do better than get jealous of others and not acknowledge my existence at all."

"Angel," Seonghwa enunciates your name in a 'butterfly in your belly' manner, "we're all different from each other. You know it for yourself, right. Give him some time. He'll bend eventually."

"I don't want him to bend," you whine a little, "I don't know what I want from him."

Seonghwa chuckles, finding your silliness admirable. "That's why we don't do girlfriends. They're complicated."

"I'm taking offence in what you've just said, thank you very much," you poke your tongue out at him.

"What I'm trying to say is," he drawls on his words, "we're all incapable of understanding women, albeit some of us having older sisters—we haven't yet adapted to their clinging and constant need for attention."

As he shrugs, a nerve in your head nicks and you're forced to glare at him. "Sorry, but don't ever have a girlfriend, Seonghwa."

"I'm trying not to," he pouts, "but it's been hard ever since you moved in."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothin—" an alert on his phone buzzes too loud, silencing him with a frown on his lips.

Scooping his phone out of his pocket, his brows scrunch together in concern as reads whatever was it was on the screen.

"Alright, I got called in early at work," he murmurs, stuffing his phone back in and untying his apron; he hangs his apron over your shoulder and hands spatula to you, remarking, "I'm leaving this job to you. Make delicious breakfast for everyone, Angel!"

With that he walks past you and disappears down the hallway on your left. You're dazed, shocked, wondering what the hell happened in the blink of an eye because you quite obviously were staring at Mingi and Yunho in the state of bemuse. Not to mention, you did appear like an idiot to them, with the apron on your shoulder and both your hands occupied with your coffee mug and the spatula. Yunho clears his throat and Mingi stifles a chuckle, while you're forced to roll your eyes at them and Mingi's immaturity.

"I can't cook!" you squeal, groaning softly.

"I'll help you." Jongho's voice rings in your ear, getting louder with his ascending footsteps.

While he stifles a yawn by pressing his lips together, his eyes crinkle by the corners and he makes his presence right in front of you. He grabs the apron from your shoulder without hesitation and walks over to the counter with the stove top. The remaining oil from the last time, sizzles in the pan when he turns the stove on. You watch him tie the apron around his waist in a beat and roll the sleeves of his grey sweatshirt till his elbows. Gradually and carefully, he pours a ladle full of batter onto the pan and forms a perfect circle. You're drinking your coffee at a slow pace, perusing, observing, admiring. The sexual tension which had been filled up to the brim of your stomach was now spilling out, like an overflowing sink.

"Jongho, prepare a plate for me while you're at it," Yunho calls out shortly before continuing the conversation between him and Mingi. They spoke in tongues, weird mumbles which you couldn't discern quite well.

You were certainly feeling some type of way, though all you could do was swallow the bitterness with the gulp of coffee and drag your feet to Jongho. Standing next to him, after you had put your mug in the sink, you offer him help. He refuses. And you whine.

"Oh, come on. Seonghwa put the responsibility on me."

"Yeah, he did. But you can't cook." Jongho states, "as a matter of fact, you said so yourself."

"Agreed, but I can at least try," you retort, reaching for the ladle in the bowl of batter. "If I don't push myself to learn in these circumstances, then when will I?"

Jongho lets out a hefty breath, "nope. You can learn some other time, Angel. For now, if Yunho doesn't get his breakfast, he'll castrate me."

You narrow your eyes at him, judging him. "What, he will—he's not going to castrate you! That's...oh come on, he won't castrate you."

"He will and I know it," he offers you a knowing smile before putting the ladle back in the bowl of batter and picking up the flat spatula. "He might seem like a sweet-innocent-puppy type but in reality, he's not."

You watch him flip the pancake at the end of his words—with your mouth parted slightly, you glance towards Yunho and Mingi in the dining space, both grinning ear to ear, taking to each other. The contrast of Jongho's words puts you in a position where you're left to mull over his actual personality. No matter what angle you looked at him from, Jongho's speculations were baseless in your opinion. How can a guy with a golden retriever energy turn into an agitated chihuahua for that matter?

"Are you sure, Jongs?" you muse, biting your lip. You tear your gaze off of him and focus on the said man—Jongho had a peculiar stare fixed on you, probably because of the new nickname you had allotted to him.

"You know who came up with my nickname, baby bear?" he questions and answers it himself, "he did. And you know how he did? It was in spite. Apparently, I pissed him off when I touched his gaming setup or something. So, I don't play with that guy anymore. Figuratively."

"Geez, relax. I understand," you roll your eyes, "so, when he says he has a side to him, which I probably won't like, he means it?"

"Only if you have a death wish then provoke him. Be my guest. See where that leads you." Jongho shakes his head.

While talking to you, he's gotten at least three pancakes stacked on a fresh new plate; whistling to himself, he trudges over to the dining table and places the plate in front of Yunho. Meanwhile, you're still caught in the trance of mediating the conversation you just had with Jongho. Oh, you'd love to provoke Yunho. A lot. In fact, your mind had already started thinking of ideas and trickeries to get him irked.

"Angel to earth?" a light voice wakes you up and you find yourself staring at a wide eyed Seonghwa.

"Hey, Hwa," you mumble noting the closeness between you and his hands holding your shoulders.

He lets out a vague chuckle, "lost you there for a moment." he takes a short pause before kissing your cheek, "just came by to say I'm leaving. So, I'll catch up with you tonight. I hope you two would've fucked by then."

"Seonghwa!" you whine out loud, brows creasing, lips parting, and cheeks heating up. From the corner of your eye, Jongho is strolling back into the kitchen, lips moving to some incoherent mumbles. "He's coming, shoo! Off you go. You're embarrassing me."

"I mean it, Angel," he whispers, "out of others, he's been yearning to spend more time with you—since the time you two have known each other."

"What are you two on about?" Jongho casts you a confused glare, standing a feet apart from you two.

"Nothing," Seonghwa utters in urgency, "see you tonight, Angel. Bye." He pecks your lips and shuffles out of the kitchen.

Once the door closes shut with a thump, you mentally let out a groan and turn around on your feet, wanting to hide your red cheeks from Jongho. Seonghwa's intentions had bothered you a lot, hell even looking at Jongho put images in your head—the kind you don't want anyone to see. Early morning you had been aroused to your own imagination; picturing yourself being trapped under him, while his cock pounded into you and you squirmed wrapping your legs around his waist. Though what exhilarated you most about him was the fact that you'd get to watch him bare.

"You two are a little too close, aren't you?"

You scoff, "it's because we've been talking a lot as compared to others."

"We used to know each other even before you knew any of them," Jongho pouts.

"Aww, are you feeling left out, baby bear?" you lean over to ruffle his hair.

Jongho lets out a soft growl before taking a step close to you, and closer and closer—till you're pressed up against the kitchen counter. Your back aches to the protruding marble countertop, but when you're trapped by his body, you couldn't be any less concerned about it. Jongho's arms are on either side of you, clutching the counter tight enough to not let you escape. His eyes are trained on you, hungry, a little maniacal and so fucking possessive. Lips turning to a scowl, he tilts his face closer to you, his breath ghosting your skin and riling you up even more. You take a deep breath, involuntarily resting your hands on his forearm—ready to push him off of you any moment, but you hold back. Because the dark in his eyes had you paralysed.

"Yeah, I'm feeling left out," he grunts, pushing his body into yours; how obstructing your clothes were, it angered you. "I feel like you're not interested in me."

You shake your head, gulping, "I am. I really am..."

You're rendered breathless when he buries his head in the crook of your neck. Littering kisses and soft nicks of his teeth on your skin, you can surely tell he was loving the way you shuddered under him. Even more so when his body is all pressed up against yours, pushing you further down on the counter. His arms wound themselves around your waist, and you're urged to hop on the counter. Sitting up, propped against his body like a puppet, you nudge your head to a side to give him better access to leave striking bruises on your neck.

The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. Your pleasure knew no bounds when you wrap your legs around his waist—the flimsy oversized tee you wore rides up your thighs, exposing your boy-shorts and the little wet patch near your cunt. You were glad he couldn't take a note of it, not exactly when he aligns his crotch perfectly over yours and starts grinding.

"Oh dear lord," a moan hitched in your throat, feeling his boner press tightly against your cunt.

He bucks his hips at a gradual pace, stretching out yours and his arousal in waves as his cock rubbed up and down your slit. Retracing his lips from your neck to your jawline, he draws a shallow breath in and pecks your lips softly. You're left muddled when he takes a step back, loosening his grip on your waist, and letting his warmth dissipate from you. It was torturous. The work of devil was to take you high and leave you dry, aching to have a taste of something only he has. Disappointed by his feat, you mewl under your breath and stare at him with your half-lidded eyes.

He has a smirk on his face, "I'm saving you for the end of the night."

"That's not fair," you whine, capturing the attention of the two sole spectators sitting at a distance from you. "You can't just..."

"Yes, yes I can, Angel." Jongho's smirk widens.

"Keep it hygienic in the kitchen, you freaks," Yunho grumbles out loud, jerking you out of your daze and making you scoff. He adds, "we cook food in there. I better not get any bodily fluids in my mouth."

"Says the one who let me cum on his face," you scoff and roll your eyes, hopping off the counter. It was all a disquisition of his jealousy and nothing more. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Yun. I know you'd rather watch me get railed on the counter."

"Touché," he licks his lips and glances at Jongho, "I'd rather participate than watch."

Mingi creates a retching sound with his throat and groans, "gross! Why can't we have normal conversations in the morning which don't have to revolve around performing orgies in the kitchen?"

"Because nothing about us is normal?" Jongho instigates, "well whatever the fuck it is, I'm outta here." With that he leaves you stranded in front of two pairs of judgy eyes.

"I'm going to take my leave too."

You nod awkwardly, having not moved on from what Yunho had said. It did occur to you that you had wasted a lot of time in the kitchen, when in actuality, you could've gotten showered, dressed, and headed off to your early lectures. It's not too late yet. So, you drag your feet out of the kitchen and promenade down the hallway on left; it led you to the staircase leading up to where your room was. The dimly lit hallway on the second floor, houses four rooms, two on either side. Your room was on the extreme right, beside Yeosang's room and right opposite to your room was Mingi's and Jongho's shared room.

The moment you've slammed your room door, you slump against it and expel a lung-shattering breath. Was this how it's going to be now? The said proposal was to become their fucktoy because their kinks were unconventional for normal women—but it did not state you'd be their prey twenty four by seven, and either of them could lurch at you and have you in any way they please. You will have to talk about it with Hongjoong. You really have to.

You get on your feet and let your eyes meander around your room for a second longer before deciding to take a shower and leave for your classes. Your room wasn't much, a little spacious with an adjoining bathroom but that was all there to it. Though, taking the other rooms in consideration, yours was a little better—however, Yeosang's was a masterpiece. After leaving the dorms and due to your financial situation, you couldn't afford a bed—all you had was Wooyoung's old futon. And you had to sanitise it inside out. Either way, you were thankful for the futon and the extra cabinets around, plus a full sized closet which housed all your clothes. The it's and bits you brought from your dorm room were your mirror, your clothes and your shoes. Yes, the gazillion pair of shoes and boots you owned. You added a little whimsical vibe to the room by hanging a pastel green dreamcatcher by the window which opened to the backside of the loft, giving you the view of an elm tree, and some rose bushes planted by Seonghwa himself.

In no time, you get showered and dressed; you were flaunting your outfit in your body sized mirror propped against the closet, right in front of your futon. Going causal, you wore a pastel pink sundress, which was long enough to cover up till your knees and paired it with a black cardigan. You packed your hair in a high ponytail and teased a few strands of your hair to let them frame your face. Spraying some perfume on yourself, and adorning appropriate accessories, you grab your tote bag and head out.

The rest of your day is devoted to your lectures and experimental lab work; you Jongho and had intercepting classes together, but they were few considering you both had different subject groups. At the end of the day, you were back at the loft and the moment you enter inside, you're greeted with Wooyoung and San. More specifically, Wooyoung was chasing San. You were least bothered witnessing the roommates run after each other in their matching sweatshirts and boxer briefs. Yeah, even boxer briefs. The main concern should be they were wearing only boxer briefs on their lower body.

The two are engrossed in furling curse words at each other, something you didn't want to hear, or waste a fraction of your mind understanding. Howsoever, they halt their movements and smile at you, both at the same time; you're casting your confused gaze on them, sitting on the couch, while they're a few feet from the coffee table.

"Hey Angel!" they sing in unison, and you pout, "hey, guys. Uh...what is happening?"

"Oh, this?" Wooyoung oscillates his forefinger between the two of them. "Just what we do. San ate what was clearly marked as mine—"

"—there was no note! And the refrigerator is everyone's property!" San interrupts him.

"Uh, there was a note, ya jerk." Wooyoung snarls, "I specifically put a note because I know you would eat it!"

"But hey, what's yours is mine too, right?" San teases, "to be fair, last night's leftovers were a little stale."

"Because you weren't supposed to eat them!" Wooyoung seethed through his gritted teeth, ready to spring into a sprint but San holds his hands up in defence.

"Wha—why? Was it one of your experiments, again?" the latter deadpans, "Wooyoung, I swear to god, I'll kill you!"

You're amused to witness how the scene unfolds, this time San was chasing Wooyoung around, with his hand fisted and raised. Two of them circle the dining table, and come back in the living room; Wooyoung eventually comes to sit next to you and San stands by his feet, arms folded over his chest which rose and fell.

"Why are you so..." you're about to complete your words when San glares at you. "He's a culinary student, he creates—innovates! But sometimes they turn out to taste like shit. When he knows he's fucked, he slides it in the refrigerator and waits for any one of us to taste it. And we do, because of course it's too tempting not to. And then, we're the victims of his escapades!"

Oh boy. He was fuming. He was rambling.

"I don't understand what you're complaining about when you licked the plates clean!" Wooyoung retaliates in a whine, "and I used blue cheese, how the fuck did you think it tasted stale?"

"Oh god, leave it," San pouts and slumps himself next to him, both of them eventually and forcefully lean on you. "Hey, Angel. How was your day?"

You clear your throat to answer San's question, "tiring, but I made through it."

"And Jongho?" Wooyoung bounces his brows at you, smiling slyly.

"What about him?"

San clicks his tongue, "did the two of you fuck somewhere, perchance in the library?"

Your cheeks turn red, "seriously, fuck you two."

"You will eventually," they both sing in unison, and you groan, but a loud ring resonates in your space you're coerced to calm down.

Bringing your phone out of your tote bag, which still apparently was stuck to your shoulder, and take a look at the recent messages you had received. It was Jongho, the bear emoji was obvious. You smile to yourself, not caring if the latter two were eying you smugly enough to speculate something and open his texts.

Baby Bear 🐻: Meet me in the parking lot.

You: Why?

Baby Bear 🐻: I think we've got someplace to be. I'm waiting for you. Hurry up.

You: Alright. 😗

Stuffing your phone in your bag, you hastily rush out of the living room to get your bedroom; the first thing you do is, fling your tote bag somewhere on your futon and make a quick sprint to the bathroom. Seemingly as the night strings you along, there was a slight possibility that you two were going to fuck. You couldn't ignore the sexual tension between you two, nor could you turn a cold shoulder over to the vicious salacity you two had trapped in your souls. It was time. It was time to—as Seonghwa would say it—fuck it out. So, the only smart thing to do was, clean yourself and maintain proper hygiene before going out of the apartment.

Satisfied with your choice of lingerie and perfume (of course you wanted to smell good for him), though at some point you wondered if it were really worth it to present yourself on a silver platter for him. Well, to hell with it. You really like Jongho, have been crushing on him ever since you met him in the physics laboratory. It was an accidental meet, but heartwarming in a way. The more you talked to him that day, the more you were attracted to him. However, he was your first real friend in the university and didn't want to jinx it by confessing your feelings which could even be unrequited.

And so, you thought.

Jongho was interested in you as much as you were in him. The unprecedented number of glances he'd spare your way when you'd have your classes together, or when he'd purposely join your class, regardless having a different schedule but same subject group, all of it soon started making sense. As your mind would profoundly accept his feelings to be true, your heart longed for him to make the first move. You didn't quite understand how your level one romantic feelings soon turned into level four sexual attraction. If you could spell out a reason for your unbridled attraction toward him, then it would be the remarkable anticipation of knowing whether he has an undomesticated side or not.

Jongho, on the surface, appeared to be one of those distinguished men who would rather stay vanilla in bed and take every concern about his lover in consideration. Although, after the little morning thrill, you were starting to think there's more to Jongho than he lets you in on. Maybe tonight could be the night you get to witness his ferociousness.

The thought itself drives you wild, forcing the urge to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the strain in your cunt. But you already know you were getting aroused and letting your slick drench your panties. You trap a whimper in your chest and head downstairs, coming face to face with Wooyoung and San who were making out on the couch. How weirdly the dynamic had shifted, or how ironic the situation was—weren't they just running after each other?

You press your lips together, amiably struck by the way their moans were dispersed in the living space, and how gradually louder they were getting. San had crawled into Wooyoung's lap and the latter had his arms around his waist, roaming and what not—two of them lost in their own carnal desires to notice your presence lurking near the coffee table. You let out a squeak and head straight to the front door, leaving the two be for what they were.

The humming buzz in your mind had dissipated long back, but your senseless ponders kept revisiting you. Unseeming, but not quite unforeseen, you were yet to venture into their world of kinks and their unconventional sexual tastes. Their preferences, their choices, their specific interests and disinterests—all of it coerced a beautiful theory of carnality.

You take the elevator all the way down to the lot, holding onto your crossbody bag (courtesy of your mom who had gifted it to you when you were leaving home). The prolonging darkness, yet the slithering lights of the randomly affixed lampposts were a bit too exhilarating. You knew where Jongho had his car parked, he drove a black Mercedes g-wagon, obviously gifted to him by his parents—which sort of put you in the delirium of understanding how wealthy his background was. Regardless, you guide yourself through the line-marked paths to the space where Jongho always parks his car.

He stood leaning against the driver's side, looking through his phone; the blaring light of his screen lit up a part of his face. His lips were fixed in a pout, seemingly in a deep thought about something or mindless panic. Either seemed unlikely because his face beamed when he noticed you walking towards him. The trifling thoughts of his prosperity were long overdue for you as you approached him. You couldn't help but let your lips tweak into a smile.

He was dressed in the same clothes you had seen him in before at the university; a black dress shirt and black trousers, with a checkered long coat covering his fit. As you've observed and had been making some remarks, Jongho did not like to reveal much of his skin and he would always remain covered from his neck down. You wouldn't mind seeing him wear a button down shirt, moreover with its few buttons undone at the top to expose his chest or a nimble of his skin. But, it was his preference and there wasn't much you could do about it.

"Took your own sweet time, didn't you?" he mocks, rushing to the passenger's side to open the door for you. "Never mind."

"I assumed we'd go directly after our final class, but I couldn't find you anywhere in the university." You muse, "where were you?"

"Ah, right. Yes, we did have a plan rather I was on my way to you, when I had a revelation and had to make a quick trip somewhere. So, I thought it's better to pick you up from the apartment," he explains, standing by the door, offering you a silly smile.

You hum along and he closes the door, and strolls to the other side, quickly slipping into the driver's seat. Amidst the darkness, you catch the twinkle in his eyes, and then the subtle nudge of his head implying for you to open the glove compartment.

"I got you something."

You shrug off any inconspicuous intentions he relied and pulled the compartment open. There was a tiny paper bag with a pink bunny printed on it. Upon holding it in your hand, the bag rattled with something inside, a box perhaps.

"What's in it?" you're skeptical, of course.

"Open it." His answer doesn't suffice your bubbling curiosity.

Pouting, you take the tiny little box out of the bag and stare at it a minute longer; a purple box with silver ribbon tied around and put in a bow at the top, it rattled with your hand as you tugged at the perfect bow and unravelled the ribbon around it. Your anticipation had no bounds, and you ached to know what was inside it. To your bewilderment, as you flip the top off, you find a tiny egg-shaped vibrator resting on lavender velvet sheets curled around it. You pinch it up in your hand and narrow your eyes at it first, then at Jongho.

He stifles a chuckle and leans over to fish out a small remote from the box, something you had failed to notice before.

"I have different preferences, Angel." he licks his lips, directing his lust-filled gaze onto you, "which at times involves all these things." He toys with the remote with his thumb, before snatching the vibrator from your hand. "Come on, get here."

He pats his lap twice, an easy indication you chose to follow without any hesitation or concern. Alright, not without an only concern: you'd be in public, possibly all night, would that mean...? You trembled as you crawled over the space where the gear selector was and rested your hands on one of his thighs. As your upper body was propped over his lap, your ass was sticking out in the air.

"You're okay with this, right?" he needs a confirmation from you, and you nod, biting your lip, "I mean, I am, but I didn't know you were into this, Jongho."

"There are lot other things you don't know about me, Ange," he whispers.

In a splinter of a second, he places the vibrator and the remote on the dashboard. Tracing a hand down your back, where his fingertips elicited shivers along your spine, he catches the hem of your dress in between his fingers and pulls it up to your back. Your dress rolls into the small of your back, while his fingers graze your inner thighs. His forefinger and middle finger run along the lines and slot themselves into your slit through your lacy panties, rubbing up and down—you let a mewl slip your lips, closing your eyes to the eerie sensation of his fingers rubbing you down.

Jongho was utterly delighted to hear your frail whimpers, your silly attempts to quiet yourself down while he worked you up. Not only that, he had caught up on the tiny wet patch on your panties.

"You were dripping even before I did anything to you," he instigates, "what were you thinking about? Or was it someone else?"

You shake your head, glancing at him, "it was you. All you." your voice turns breathy the more you speak and delve into the pleasure his fingers were proffering, "I—I was thinking what it'd be like to be under you...or—or on top of you."

"Oh," he mumbles, "you have a wild imagination, Angel."

His pace picks up, the tip of his fingers pressing further down against your slit and your folds; he takes a pause, however, and pushes your panties to the side. Grabbing the vibrator from the dashboard, he contemplates for a minute, while you're prefiguring a burning sensation in your cunt at its insertion. You clench around nothing, yearning to feel something to wrap your walls around; Jongho knows of your eagerness from Yunho and Seonghwa, who had given the others a glimpse of what exactly it was to fuck your tight little cunt, your mouth and your throat.

He wasn't going to give in to your desperation, not until he's played with you or riled you enough. From the slickness of your cunt, and how it coated your folds, he could tell the vibrator would slip just right in, without any impediments.

"Jongho, please..." you mumble under your breath, quite inaudible but his ears perk up to it.

He chortles, "honeybun, a minute please."

You gasp when you feel his other hand slapping your buttcheek lightly; he brings the same hand closer to your cunt, pushing two fingers past your folds and letting them slide inside. Only the tips of his fingers submerged in you at first, and then bit by bit he was knuckles deep, curling them inside to let his nails scratch your walls. His fingers did not reach as deep as Yunho's would, but they were reaching in enough to cause more of your wetness to spill out.

"I wonder why this cunt is still tight after being fucked by him..." Jongho groans, and your walls clench around his fingers even tighter than before.

It was the way he had brought up Yunho in the conversation, in an unseeming way to make you whimper.

"He's gotta have the biggest and the most girthy cock out of us all," he adds, mumbling, "well, Mingi comes in second to him. But—fuck—fuck, you're swallowing my fingers in, hun. Are you that eager?"

You hadn't realised when your walls had tautened around him, but you could feel the rapture of pleasure taking over you when his fingers kept thrusting further in.

Nodding your head, you mutter, "I want you."

"You're not getting me so easy," he titters softly, pulling his fingers out and you whine at the emptiness, "now, take a deep breath for me."

You do as told, taking a deep breath in, while Jongho adorned a admiring smile; he was picturing how divine you'd look squirming and wiggling around as he played with your cunt by using the vibrator. Hell, he even went as far to picture you under him with his cock thrusting in and out of your tight cunt, clenching tightly to milk out his orgasm. Jongho pushes those foreboding thoughts to a side and nudges the tip of the vibrator against your folds. The silicon head of the vibrator slips right in, eventually, it's entirely fit in your tight little hole with small ring sitting outside.

"Make sure it stays in, alright?" Jongho straightens your panties and gives a playful smack to your cunt before grabbing your jaw to forcefully make you face him. "If you don't, I'll punish you. You understand that?"

You nod your head vigorously, reassuring him and watch his lips curl into a sly smile. He licks his lips before leaning in and capturing yours with him. The kiss is slow at first, filled with his muffled mumbles while you're struggling to keep yourself up on his lap. He brings his hands to your waist and pulls you on his lap for you to straddle him properly. The space is confined, yet your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. You're deepening the kiss, pushing your lips further into his with your tongue caressing his lower one.

He parts his lips in amusement, and you take it as a perfect opportunity to slither your tongue in; both of your tongues are rubbing together, engulfing each other in the long awaiting warmth and desire. His fingers dig in your waist, leaving marks in your flesh, even through the dress you wore. Your body shudders immensely when you hear a click and the vibrator starts buzzing inside you. The vibrations were mellow, yet steady paced and drawling your body into a state of frenzy. You gasp and pull back from the kiss, reading the teasing smirk on Jongho's lips.

"This is just the beginning," he states, "well, we ought to leave now."

You crawl out of his lap and get into the passenger's seat, crossing your legs over to contain the vibrations and your wetness to seep out from your panties. You would definitely not like to ruin the leather seats.

"You're insane," you mumble under your breath, too bothered by the vibrations buzzing in your body and buckle yourself in while he does the same.

"Not quite," he adds, igniting the engine and revving it up, "you haven't witnessed the extremities of my insanity yet."

You suppress a moan and gander at him, eyes teary from the pleasure. He shrugs and drives out of the parking lot. The drive to the university is smooth and somber, Jongho blasted some soft euphoniums and a little bit something from the classical genre. His playlist was surprisingly good, but all you could focus on was the vibrator bustling in you and driving you closer to your edge. Though, you know better than to release your pent up tension in one go. You had to hold it in. Your life depended on it.

Jongho parks the car in the parking lot specifically meant for the fair; he kills the engine and draws his keys out before getting out first and then helping you. Your feet touch the ground and all that's been contained in your panties starts slipping out, trickling down your inner thighs. You didn't think you'd get so wet, never from the vibrator at least. This was torture. In fact, the slow vibrations were starting to feel more painful than pleasurable; you wanted him to speed it up, release you from your misery.

The fair was conducted on the large campus ground, which before was considered barren and dead; the lights, the haze and the peeks of the giant ferris wheel were all too exciting for you. As the two of you begin walking together, side by side, your hands interlaced, Jongho reads your mind. More likely, he reads the troubled lines on your forehead and the way your lips were twisted and trapped between your teeth.

"You're not cumming unless I say so," he states, leaning over to whisper it in your ear. "Hold it in."

You were definitely going to go crazy by the end of the night; more so than before because you had just caught a glimpse of him slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants. He was fiddling with the remote, aching to speed it up. The walk to the entrance of the fair from the parking lot was quite troublesome than you had anticipated. You were constantly met with passing students and others; however, the public was mostly limited to the university students. They had their eyes on you. And the fright of being discernible and perceivable was slowly creeping up your spine.

Jongho doesn't seem fazed by the situation, he drags you further into the crowds, the random stalls of neon and bright lights, and the detrimental chatters of the passersby. Many people occupied in the game stalls hooted and cheered, while some couples had found themselves an empty and dark alleyway to make out and carry out other physical activities. You could sense the scent of sex and sweat in the air, not too surprised because these things were pretty common in your university.

On either side of the gravelled pathway, there were countless stalls and tents of various games and playthings. Some stalls were selling antique and handcrafted items, while some were live artistic corners. The bright and broad fairy lights overhead and randomly situated lamps, were the only light sources for the beguiling night of moonless sky. Not exactly moonless for the moon to hide behind the clouds. Even when surrounded by the buzz of people, you hear a click and the vibrations in your cunt pick up their pace by a notch. You mewl, and gasp at the unprecedented change.

"Fuck, Jongho," you mumble, looking at him with blurry vision.

He muses, "what is it, dear? Do you need anything? Maybe something to drink, water, or anything else?"

His teasing sense of self was far more wretched than the situation you were put in. You swallow thickly and your eyes fall on a stall behind him; win a bear stall. The colourful and cuddly teddy bears lined along the top and some strewn below. Though your main focus was fixed on the pyramidal stacks of cups on a long bench and a play-gun rifle in the attendee's hand.

"What is it?" he mumbles and turns on his heels to trace your gaze to the stall. "Oh, that looks fun. Which one do you want? Come on..."

In a blink, he's dragging you by your hand toward the stall, keeping you close to him as you stand across the counter with the attendee offering you a small smile. There's an underlying confusion about how you were able to keep up with his fast feet, because in a sense your body was shuddering to the immense jolts of vibrations coming from between your legs. Your spine tingled in all odd ways, and as the night air chilled your bones, there was no way you could hold onto your urge to come undone.

"The pink one?" he asks, "or the brown one? Oh, the brown one looks classic and seems more cuddly."

Your lips form a soft pout as you glance up to look at the teddy bears hanging up on sort of clothesline. "You know what, the brown one resembles you."

"Ah, it really does, doesn't it?" he laughs out, fishing out a ten dollar bill. "I'll win it for you."

With a confident wink, he grabs the gun from the attendee and gets in stance. He places the rifle's butt over his shoulder—one of his hands slips under the forestock and the other one gently wraps around the trigger. The toy gun is already loaded with three pellets, each turn giving you three chances to hit and collapse the cups stacked. Jongho squints one of his eyes to get precision and pulls the trigger—he misses his first shot.

"Dang it!" he hisses, glancing over at you and offering you a light shrug of his shoulders. "I'll get the next one."

"I don't doubt that," you smirk, folding your hands over your chest and resisting the very urge to squeeze your legs together.

It was uncontrollable, the knot would soon form in your lower abdomen and strain your gut; this was torture in a cruel way, and Jongho was glad he was getting the worst out of you.

"Alright."

He misses his second shot too, forcing you to press on a chuckle because of course you didn't want to belittle him; either way, he wasn't brought down by your presence. Not dwelling for long on it, he aims again and shoots.

He misses the third time too.

"Again," he sneers at the attendee and flicks a ten-dollar bill at him.

This attempt leaves you and him a little hopeful; he hit two shots out of the three, both aimed at the lower ones. Only one cup stands, and that defeats the purpose of everything. Jongho continues to prolong his attempts, overall spending more than eighty dollars on it. During his last attempt, he gets in stance with his unwavering confidence and aims. This time, he topples down all the cups and gives you a haughty smile; the curve of his lips is satisfying for both of you, because for the time being he played, you were dying with the rough droning of the vibrator.

The attendee hands you the brown teddy bear you had been eying from the beginning; you hold it in your arms, hugging it close to your chest. It was warm, cuddly and cosy, just as you picture Jongho to be. You bury your face in the back of the teddy's head and sniff, it had a whiff of murk and a bit of dust. Jongho observes you closely and keenly, he wonders your purpose behind sniffing it; though, you know you would convince him to cuddle the bear so that it smells just like him, the scent you found weirdly alluring and pleasant. Jongho had a fine scent to him, more refined and sophisticated—a tinge of lavender with woody undertones. A lavish perfume indeed.

"You like it?" he questions you, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets.

"Hmhm, I love it, to be exact." You assure him with a smile, yet you were concerned and predicting whether he was fidgeting with the remote in his pocket or not.

"Would you like to eat something?" he adds, intertwining your hands. "I think I saw a stall selling corn dogs over there."

"Fried food would just cause me bloating," you whisper, unable to contain yourself while walking with him.

The pressure building between your legs was too much to dither any of his words or even your so-called cravings. You weren't exactly hungry, and while you're about to purport your theory of not wanting to eat anything, your eyes catch a glimpse of two men near a lamppost. Jongho's and your pace of stroll wasn't as fast as it'd be compared to being remarkable; you were blending with the crowd perfectly fine for the two others to notice you amidst the waves of it.

Yunho and Mingi, both tall giants were standing under a lamppost; Yunho's lips clasped a cigarette, its tip inflamed red while dusty white smoke levitates in air. You're keen on generalising them, noting how closely they stood to each other—moreover, they were sharing a blunt. You did not take them to be smokers, definitely not. Nonetheless, finding out an oddment about them doesn't make them any different in your eyes.

You catch yourself staring at them, having no ill intentions whatsoever, regardless you couldn't tear your eyes off them. There was something so ministerially ambiguous about them that you wanted to stare at them as long as you could. Jongho had not figured out where your gaze was, rather, he, himself was busy looking around to find some food stalls.

"Are they...?" you mumble, posing an outward question to Jongho.

He turns his head, "what did you say?" his eyes must've fallen over the two men you had been ogling for a while now. "Yunho and Mingi...? Right, they said they'd be here too."

"All by themselves?" you retort, crooning your neck to fixate yourself on Jongho's silhouette.

"Not exactly, I'm not sure about Yunho but Mingi has a girlfriend. So, it's probably both of them," Jongho mutters, staring back at you, "why do you think he isn't allied to our proposition?"

"Well for starters, he despises me. And also he considers me a whore."

Jongho chuckles, "not exactly. Look, his unresolved resentment towards you is his deal, to be fair. I don't have a say on that part. To the contrary of what you've already stipulated, Mingi does have a girlfriend."

He shrugs, "they're on and off a lot, awfully lot. The persistent back and forth is annoying. Trust me, you don't want to be on either side of it. I speak from experience."

"How does his relationship dynamic affect you, or as a matter of fact, any of you?" you raise another question.

"Hmm," he hums for a second, "I'll put it in a much better context. When they're away from each other, Mingi is a mess. When they're together, Mingi is still a mess."

"I shouldn't be pointing a finger at his relationship when mines pretty nonexistent. But, at times, Mingi's outbursts have been a little too personal to handle." He continues, "hence, they both push and pull till they're breaking each other apart."

"I suppose, it paints a picture in my mind with the context you're describing," you shrug, "Though, don't you think they're both toxic for each other?"

"A lot," he adds, "I'm not going to pretend I don't see it; alas, It's not my place to pass a judgment or say anything about them."

"Why not?"

"Because he doesn't like it," he laces your hands with his and pulls you into a different lane leading down to the humongous ferris wheel.

The strings of fairy lights overhead were endearing for their warmth and light. Although, taking a detour forced you to hold a last and longing glimpse of Yunho and Mingi; both who were waiting, sharing a blunt, dressed in jackets. Mingi had a denim jacket overlayed on his outfit, it leant more toward the causal point with baggy jeans and a fitting graphic tee. Where as Yunho wore a leather jacket, snug around his shoulders and chest and underneath was a red button shirt—with practically most of the buttons ripped open to expose his chest—and black pants. His faded blue hair glimmered under the light of the lamp, while Mingi's hair showed prominent streaks of gold amidst the pitch black. The fumes of the cigarette disappear once Yunho stubs it onto the stalk of the lamppost and flicks on the ground.

"What, are they...?" you halt in your steps, not because of the question you posed but rather because of what you had seen.

Turning a corner hadn't completely denied you of the other two's presence, they were still there in your vision line, both talking in themselves and grinning. You, however, had the worst of your curiosity pique your attention when you saw two women approaching them. A brunette, in her own haste, wrapped her arms around Mingi's neck and pulled him in for a kiss; whereas a red haired and much shorter to Yunho, hugged his chest and pressed a kiss to cheek, all while being on her tippy toes for him.

You could hear the sound of your heart shattering in your chest. Particular moments were blurring against you, but Jongho's voice was much soothing than the reveries you were threading along.

"Pay them little to no mind, Angel, please," he whispers, letting out a sigh then and thumbing a button on the remote in his pocket.

You were benumbed by what you had to witness prior, not noticing how dismally the vibrations had halted in your stead. One of Jongho's arms slides around your waist, while other traces small, easing, and gentle circles on your shoulder.

"I did not expect that," you swallow thickly, glancing at Jongho as your grip on the teddy bear grows tighter. "Well, I'm not even sure what I was expecting from him."

"Ange, it's—you don't have to keep expectations from either of us," Jongho sighs, "agreed, we all proposed an amoral bargain to you, and that's where it's at. It'll always be just that. If you're hopeful for something more with any of them, then you might be wrong. They're not wired that way."

"I can't say it on behalf of the others, and I don't care about them, as long as I get to love you."

"You—Jongho, what are you saying..." you shake your head in disbelief, wanting him to say something to justify himself but he doesn't give you an answer.

Rather, he's dragging you down the gravelled lane and you're trying to keep your steps in line with him; the stalls, the people, the unseeming chatters, zoom past you in a strange way. You're anticipating again, though there's nothing much left to when he brings you to the ferris wheel. You're protesting against it—you were terrified of heights.

"Jongho, I don't do well with heights..."

"You'll be fine, I'm here with you."

Your whines were in vain, because he's already buying tickets for the two of you; standing in the queue, you were still fixated on what you had seen. Was she, his girlfriend? Or someone he was seeking out as a significant other because you were only there for his sexual pleasure? Was he tired of you already? What was his deal?

"Angel?" you flinch when Jongho's warm hand cups your face, "I told you to not think about it."

"I'm trying not to," you lie.

And it shows he doesn't believe you. "I—just come with me."

Not much time passes till you and him are seated in a car, both sitting next to each other. The teddy bear is propped on your lap, holding close to your chest while you squint your eyes tight and rest your head onto its own. You were terrified of heights, and certainly did not like it when the wheel started moving, levitating you higher off the ground. Jongho's hand was intertwined with yours, and his other arm had been snaked around your shoulder to pull your body close to his chest. Your feet trembled, even without seeing how high you had been placed now; Jongho warmth was a constant however, alleviating the alarming thrill of being so high up in the air.

"When I first met you," he begins, causing you to raise your head and look at him. "I was beguiled by your presence, everything about you was just so damn charming and there I was, a basic man with a much basic aesthetic." He pauses for a second, leaning into rest his forehead over yours, "I was eager to be your friend and I know I had to take it slow because anything could scare you off. At least I thought so."

He takes a deep breath, "I've always considered you as the beautiful little butterfly I would chase around when I was a kid. It would never come to me. And the more I chased, the further it flew away. Never in my grasp. Later on I realised, I had to be patient and gentle with it. I had to let it know that I'm not going to harm it."

You couldn't help but smile, knowing how well he had distracted you from looking down, or even thinking about Yunho's ordeal.

"I could never hold the butterfly in the palm of my hand, and I probably didn't want to. You're that butterfly I keep running after and I know it too I can't keep you tied to me," he continues in a mere whisper, "look, it's beyond my control to tell others how they want to treat you. But, know that I'm not going to sit around and watch them manipulate you for their own gain. I'll always be here for you." His breath drawls and he steers his eyes off of you for a mere second, only for a second, and continues, "and if you feel betrayed by Yunho, then tell him, make it known. He likes women who are straightforward. So, give it to him straight. Though, there's no way in hell you're beating yourself up over that dickhead's actions."

"Okay?"

It almost makes you chuckle, his nonchalant way of bringing your spirits up; and not just that, he's sneaky enough to get his hand toying with the remote in his pocket. You take a deep, not knowing of his stealthy little trickery, and gradually brave yourself to look around. The view from the top was absolutely breathtaking, the citylights, the atmosphere, the distant details of your own university—everything was perfectly scenic. You're enjoying the view in itself, till you feel a familiar buzzing resound from between hour legs. Jongho's lips curve to a knowing smirk, delicate however playfully cruel.

"You...!" you squirm and clasp your lips tighter; with your fleet movement the capsule is sent in some motion as well. Leaping sideways, you hold onto Jongho's arm, constraining yourself closer to him.

He isn't surprised, moreover, he's revelling in your bodily shudders and quivers. It's almost impossible for him to control his untamed desire any longer, he needs you and he needs you now. Though, considering you're high in the sky, he probably won't do anything that's too brute or moronic. Instead, he finds you gazing up at him, tears coating your eyes and making them glassy; you nibbled on your lower and dared not to look away from him, for your own sake.

The vibrations were sending you to a place of pleasure, and pain; because of how constant and intense the buzz was, it was painfully obvious that it wasn't enough to make you cum. However, it was adequately diverting you closer to your edge. In a sense, you were on fence, with one side having the comfort of your post-orgasm, and other the torment of overstimulating yourself.

You wind up holding the teddy closer to your chest, eyes fluttering in an immense craving to feel his lips on his. And as if on cue, as if he had read your mind, he dives in. The mere contact at first is similar to a brush of feather, and then all hell breaks loose. He's pushing his lips further into yours, cupping your face with both of his hands to keep you fixed in a place while he deepens the kiss. Pure lust. All his desires were coming true, and mind you not, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

A rumbling grunt is stuck in his chest and he forces his tongue into your mouth without any warning. The warmth of his tongue engulfs your own in a sloppy and wet mess, his hot breath fanning your cheeks and heating them up even more so—because he had just started to shove his tongue down your throat. You're agonisingly caught in a dilemma, one being so wretched and deep; what were you supposed to focus on, the buzzing in your cunt, the heat of his tongue proclaiming yours, or the wetness seeping out into your panties? Although, the most recent thought would be exempted from the list pleasure and put in a list of worries.

Suffocation stings your lungs and you pull back to take a deep breath in, lips wet, tongue abused by his own, and your heart palpitating in your confined chest. You're fucked, so fucked. All you could think of was how much longer would it take for you to writhe under him, in pleasure.

"Fuck, I need you, Jongho. I need you bad," you mumble, and lurch your head into his; the kiss resumes, heated, hot, passionate and painful with his canines sinking in your bottom lip.

"I don't think I can wait till I get back home," he murmurs against your lips and slides his hands down from your face.

"Then maybe we shouldn't."

Did that wreck his mind. But to put you in more discomfort, you were on a ferris wheel which rotated at a turtle's pace. The wait would have to be longer.

They say, good things come to those who wait. And you two had been waiting for this; the moment the ferris wheel hit the bottom, you were dragged out by Jongho, hand snug in yours. Somehow, you managed to have a hold on the teddy bear and his hand, a little muddled but equally excited to what he has planned. Sprinting down the same lanes and paths, he brings you to the parking lot—impatiently, he pulls you to his car and unlocks it to open the passenger's door.

"Jongho!" you gasp as he pushes you inside and haphazardly tries to strap you in.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold it in anymore, you know it too."

To help him, you do pull the strap over your head and click it in; Jongho rushes to the driver's side, he settles in and doesn't bother putting on his seatbelt. He revs up the engine and presses hard on gas. You're out of the parking lot in a blink of an eye, watching the scenery run you by. Still squirming and sobbing from the burning sensation in your lower abdomen, you bite down harshly on your lip. You were done for. So done for. You didn't care about anything but Jongho. You wanted him to break you in half, just the way he would break his breakfast apples in half. However, that seemed unlikely and quite cringe even to yourself.

The moments are dithered to nothing when you're thrown into the motion of the car stopping; he had hit the brakes all too sudden for you to catch yourself. When the daze subsides to your fully aware conscious, you find yourself amid an abandoned road, covered by trees and nothingness. It wasn't too stupefying to realise this road ran past behind your university, and hardly anyone ever took this route to get anywhere at all. The darkness surrounding both of you is sublime, and the nifty breezes of the night are drifting along the clouds to reveal a crescent moon stuck in the sky.

Without any hint of awareness, Jongho is out of his seat and is rushing to snatch you out as well. His grip on your forearm tightens and leaves behind a bruise as he pulls you into his body; the door closes behind you with a loud bang and he drags you to the back of the car. You stumble with his fast paced steps, slipping on the gravel underneath. But that's not your main concern; you're worried about Jongho's intentions when he pulls the rear cargo door open and pushes you inside. The backseat had been folded over to create more space in the back—he velvety surface under you was comforting and soft on your skin when you lay yourself down, propping your upper body up on your elbows to look at him.

Jongho grits his teeth, tugging the coat off of his shoulders and flings it next to you. "Never thought I'd indulge in this sort of thing, in nature too."

You nod your head vigorously, "yes—yes, I understand, now—please—please get it out of me. I need you."

The night air cuts through your skin, you spread your legs apart to show him the mess you were down there. He was not astonished to find your panties all slick and wet, rather, he had pictured what you'd be like to the inflicted stimulation; and what he had pictured in his mind, made his cock strain in his pants.

"Patience, honeybun," he coos, fishing out the remote from his pocket. He keeps it in his hand, while he rolls the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. "What's the rush? We'll just ruin this beautiful night."

Click!

And your mouth falls open slack to the budding tension between your thighs; he had upped the setting to its highest, and the vibrator was moving impeccably fast inside you. Your body shudders and goes limp for a hot second before you clasp your eyes shut and fist your hands. The burning sensation in the pit of your stomach crawls up your spine and makes you squeal. You're done for, a few more minutes and you'd know how intensely the knot would untie.

"Hmm, quite the response I was hoping for," Jongho mutters under his breath, a teasing smirk curving his lips as he takes a step closer to you. "Your body is so intriguing and beautiful, Ange," he adds, "you are wildly intriguing. And I must say, it's going to be a joyride unravelling you."

You mumble in your broken state of mind, wanting nothing but him to give you the sense of relief you've been craving for. "Jon—Jongho, please, just, can you—will you please just—fuck, you're fucking a jerk."

"Uh-huh, got a foul mouth on you, do you?" he clicks his tongue, ghosting his touch along your arms to cup your face, "well guess what? Some other time, if you curse at me like that, you'll be getting the worst end of me."

"But for now, I'm going to let it slide."

He leans in to capture your lips with his, hungry, devouring with a fervent want for you. It was all too evident in the haste he carried in his actions; his hands were slipping from your face, tracing down to wrap them around your waist. Meanwhile, his tongue had already slithered past your lips, wetting your skin along the way. You don't care for the tongue, or the way his teeth were nibbling down on your lower lip, all you could focus on was the maddening purr of the vibrator stuck deep in your cunt. The way your flesh was sizzling because of the heat and daze of your orgasm reaching you, there was no way you could hold it in any longer.

Though, Jongho had other plans for you. His lips, entangled in yours, gradually trail down your jawline and neck, searing kisses and leaving behind deep suckles to bruise. You gasp, moan, whimper—you were on ninth cloud under his touch and had no clue how to voice your pleasure. Regardless, the whispering moans, and the voiceless groans, were a clear indication to Jongho that he had you where he had wanted you all along. Desperation had no bounds for you, rather, you did not understand what to anticipate anymore.

Too engrossed in alleviating the tension in the pit of your stomach, you growl and wrap your arms around his shoulders. The tighter you held on to him, the more relaxed you felt. Although, that might be an understatement since the vibrator had now started sending painful tremors throughout your body. You throw your head back, and angle it in such a way as for him to get better approach to sucking purple bruises on your skin. He doesn't waste any time in biting and licking your flesh, creating a myriad of hickeys down your neck and throat; you certainly did not expect Jongho to bruise or mark you like this.

He pulls back only a little, for the fraction of the minute to lower the setting on the vibrator. While he rummages his hands back onto you, tugging the hem of your dress up till your waist; his hands roam again, first cupping your tits through the dress and then pulling down on its neckline to tear it off. You gasp, hearing the sound of your dress being torn to shreds. Jongho suppresses a chuckle, he was in awe at how beautiful your chest was, and how full his hands were as they groped your tits.

"One day I'll be fucking these tits," he murmurs, out of breath, pinching your nipples through the cups of your bra. "But today, we ought to ruin your tight little cunt."

"Jongho—yes, please," you mewl in utmost desperation, wrapping your legs around his waist and bucking your hips to feel something of his crotch. "Ruin—ruin me, please. I want you to—I want you to fuck me dumb."

You don't know how you were able to string those words along, but you knew how urgently you wanted to feel full by his cock. The torment of delay in your release was slowly creeping up your spine and going right to your head. You were rendered senseless, and brainless, because the only thing on your mind was his cock which would soon thrust in and out of you.

Jongho is sly with his hands, he winds a hand around your back and unclasps your bra, swiftly letting it fall down; the tattered pieces of your dress flutter against the night air, chilling your skin and spine. But the miserable vibrations were still dragging out your release and the dire need to feel his cock in you. While you're in your head, thinking about him, the warmth of Jongho's hands engulfs your chest. His hands grope and knead your tits, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples to over-stimulate you. The pleasure in between your legs and on your chest was soon turning into pain, anguish, torture.

"Alright alright," Jongho lets out a small laugh, sensing you heat up and shudder uncontrollably, "I'll grace you with my cock, that's what you want right—to be fucked dumb by me, and my cock?"

You nod your head, not caring about anything else in the world. Jongho couldn't really suppress his amusement and admiration for you; in a haste of his own excitement, he picks you up and settles down in the back himself. You're straddling his laps, eyes squinted tight and tears staining your cheeks. His hands were toying with your taut nipples, pinching them—bruising them a little red.

"You can ride my cock, can't you?" he smugly questions you, hands dragging down to either side of your waist.

To respond to him, you nod your head again and you receive a hot and hard slap to your tits.

"Words."

His grunt makes you snap your eyes open; more tears rush down your cheeks, but you didn't care as long as you were staring into his deep brown eyes. They were dark, intimidating, dominating—you quickly swallow and take a deep breath.

"I will—I want to ride your cock," you somehow stutter, but keep your gaze locked on him.

"Good girl," he praises you, sliding his hands under your dress to pull the panties off.

Rather, he doesn't pull them off at all. He holds at the flimsy and delicate straps of your panties and snaps them in two; the remaining fabric slips out of dress and falls onto the ground. You pout, when the realisation of him fully dressed comes to your mind. In a sudden moment, you fumble your hands to unbutton his shirt. Jongho titters softly before pushing your hands away and then tracing his along your thighs. He pushes the remnant of your dress, which apparently was only clinging on your lower half because of how ruthlessly he had ripped off the top and rubs a forefinger along your slit. He's glad to find your dripping wet, your slick coating his finger in beautiful sheer shade.

He pulls back his hand and lets the other rest on your waist. "Fuck, you really love to be teased, don't you? It makes you wet, right—when we fucking rile you, play with you and..." he pauses to let out a deep chuckle, "I can't fucking believe how wet you are right now, mewling for my cock—such a pretty little thing, my pretty little slut wanting to take my cock in."

His words were...provoking. They were fueling the want even more, and you know you couldn't control yourself any longer.

"Jongho, I'm so close. I'm really—fuck—I'm really fucking close." You are on the verge of crying, your voice breaking till it reaches him.

"Oh, hun. You're not going to cum until I say so," he says, whirring his words with a little satire. "And dare if you do..."

He trails, merely whispering as he quickly unbuckles his belt and then pulls the zipper down; while he's tugging on his pants, you start grinding on his crotch, wanting to feel more of his erection. You do feel his cock through his briefs, however for a short while as he wastes no time in pulling them down as well and letting his cock free from the confines. Glancing through your half-closed eyes, you watch his cock spring up and rest on lower abdomen; the tip adorns an alluring shade of red, glimmering with bits of precum and the veins on the shaft bulge out. He was girthy. As compared to Yunho and Seonghwa, he was a little smaller, but the girth compensated for it. The thought of your cunt being stretched around his cock brings butterflies in your stomach and you leak out even more, not forgetting about the vibrations either.

"Click a picture, hun. It'll last longer," he teases in a calm tone, "or maybe I should send you one."

You softly mumble something incoherent in your mind and nod your head without even realising what it was for. Jongho's hands slip down to your waist to stable your body before bucking his hips into yours. His girthy cock grinds onto your slit, the tip hitting your clit every time he rocked his hips up. You were driven into a frenzy from the heat of his cock rubbing on you and the buzzing of the vibrator inching you close to your orgasm. Though, Jongho toys with the remote again, after having fished it out from his pocket, and the setting lowers down a notch.

The silly pace of his cock grinding onto you makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders; you hold yourself in one place as Jongho buries his head in the crook of your neck. He leaves behind another couple of hickeys down your neck, and bites down on the ones he had already marked before. The wetness, the warmth, the touch of his tongue on your skin is all too much, in addition to the little endeavour he had taken on below. One of his hands slithers down to your thighs, gradually dragging closer to your cunt. He hooks his finger into the ring of vibrator hanging out to hold it place, while he nudges you with a bite on your neck.

"...just a minute, hun," he says, out of breath, palming the underside of your thighs to prop you up on your knees for a meagre moment. "Can you take it in?"

He questions you slyly, smoothening his thumbs on your skin to calm you down. You were taken aback by the question posed, rather than replying to him, you start sinking lower into his crotch. Carefully and gently, he aligns the tip of his cock with your cunt as you hold onto his shoulders to get much needed leverage.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

You're chanting breathlessly, feeling his cock stretch out your walls, and not only that, but the numbing vibrations from the vibrator were sending you into a sensory overdrive. The dilemma was off putting, not knowing how the vibrator and his cock were fitting inside your tiny cunt. To be fair, it was a minuscule device which fit snug inside, continuing to vibrate its way to your long awaited and a very painful orgasm. Jongho's hands crawl up to cup your butt for a second then delicately graze past to the small of your back to help your body against his.

"Fuck—just—just swallowing me in like that...?" he taunts, "no wonder—ah hell!" he grunts under his breath as he bottoms out in you, filling you up with his length and girth; mostly his girth. Chuckling softly, he murmurs, "haha, no wonder the guys are and were so eager to fuck you. Honestly—fucking hell—honestly, this was worth the wait."

You mewl, "Jongho—can't—can't take it—fuck, I don't think I can—"

"Oh, hun. You'll have to hold out. I can't have you ruining my—fuck."

You're resting your head on his shoulder, arms moving down to entwine around his chest; he bucks his hips into yours, letting his cock plunge into you as he feels your walls tighten around him. He knew he wouldn't last too long with you clenching him out. So, he rather gets to it without wasting much time. A moan shatters your lungs when he picks up his pace. Even you start grinding your hips onto his, rolling them in eights to intensify the pleasure. The mellow vibrations of the vibrator were merely any distraction now, especially since it was stimulating both of you.

The whimper you had trapped in the back of your throat comes rushing out—you hadn't realised how full you'd be till now, considering Jongho's cock pushed the vibrator further inside you with every long thrust. He kept his pace steady regardless wanting to ruin you completely. One of his arms slides up your back to rest on your neck, while the other drops down to your ass. The warmth of his fingertips skimming around your asscheeks.

You knew where it was headed but were too over your edge to realise it, not that you cared at this point. Breathing hard, you bury your face into his chest. Drool slips out of your open mouth every time you try to breathe out—it stains your chin and rolls down to soak his shirt. The urge to have nothing between the two of you was overwhelming, meaning the shirt had to go. Somehow, all while keeping the tempo of your hips straight, you fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eagerly pulling them apart. Your desperation was admirable to him, he even goes as far as to let out an amused chuckle before slapping your ass lightly.

"Want to see me without it?" he muses, "you should be honoured to see me like this, you know."

You nod your head and tug at the ends of his shirt, watching it slip off till his shoulders obstructed it entirely falling off. His chest was on full display, making you drool even more at the sight of his slightly chubby belly and fleshy chest. You could bury your face in between his pecs and nuzzle your nose deep into it; that's a newly found urge for you.

"Have a—you have a good—have a good body, Jongs." You stutter, trying to keep your rhythm in synch with his thrusts.

"Yeah, you think so?"

"Hmhm, it's cute—really fucking cute—I love—I love a little squish."

A small breathless titter crosses his lips and lets a smile stay behind. Jongho's brows contort together, eyes closing; he had been tipped off the edge, only so slightly to urge himself to speed it up. The rhythm of your hips falters to the budding tension in your gut, while Jongho's thrusts pick up their pace and become more pronounced than before. Moans slip into the heated air between you two, mouths merely apart from each other. You had the urge to bite down on his plump lips, turn them a prominent shade of crimson but your thoughts are cut off by him when his finger protrudes into your other hole.

Your lungs crumple with a gasp, wanting to breathe again to ease out the stretch of your virgin hole; it was unlikely how comfortably his finger was slipping in, considering you had never been penetrated or done anything involving it.

"Jongho—Jongho, a little—a little faster, please," you mutter under your breath, feeling a little restless and overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over your body.

He chortles, heavy from the exertion, "desperate to cum, are we? Let's—let's grant you your wishes then."

Huffing out a breath, you nod your head in a daze while his cock plunges deep into you, although you were mostly losing yourself to the way his cock stretched you out and his finger playing with your hole. He lets his finger curl inside, pushing on the delicate wall of flesh between both of your holes; you were trembling with the urge to just come undone, having ceased your movements altogether. You let him do the work, let him buck his hips into yours. Your cunt swelled up to the tip of his cock pushing deeper, while his finger continued to press forward, confining his cock to your cervix, while it slid in and out. The way he had gotten you to tighten around him was clearly bringing his own high to the play.

"I'm going to—I'm so close, Jongs," you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and burying your face into his chest. You were indeed close, feeling the burning sensation consume the pit of your stomach before straining one last time.

His half-lidded eyes fixate down on you, on how your lips were trapped under your teeth and how your eyes were squinted tight—he knew your orgasm was only a thrust away. Fumbling around to hold your waist with his free hand, he ruts his cock into you, letting it plunge a little further than before. You clench around him, urging to milk his cum out while he was buried so deep inside you. It takes for one drawling thrust of his to make you come undone, the knot appeasing itself in your gut while your juices dribble down and make a splash.

"Fuck, baby—you just—you just made a big mess on my cock."

Jongho suppresses an amused chuckle, noticing how your body quivered in his hold while he continued with his thrusts. You could feel him pulsate, sending tremors to your spine and mind; he throbs immensely as he moves, rocking his hips at an untamed pace to chase his high. Your clenching cunt was enough to tip him off, but the way he was playing with both of your holes and using the other to tauten your walls even better, made him curse out in a mere whisper before spilling himself into you, his cock twitching uncontrollably, still buried in you. The lurching waves of his orgasm get caught in your velvet walls, his warmth fills you up and while some leaks down your slick thighs, he empties himself completely into you.

"That..." he trails off, nudging your arm to pull you back, "everything's okay, right?"

You nod, arching your back to feel his limp cock and his finger sliding out of you. "I'm fine—but this—holy fuck, we—we should've done this sooner, don't you think?"

"You're telling me?" he scoffs, tangling his hands around your waist and letting them rest on the small of your back. "No wonder we had so much sexual tension trapped between us. The wait was worth it."

In the cold night breeze, you heave out a warm breath and peck his lips, giggling softly. "Indeed it was."

You're both breathless for a moment, arrested in each other's embrace to even feel the cold night air nipping at your bare skin. Jongho helps you crawl out of his lap and then, proceeds to lay you down, propping you up against the folded seats. Carefully, and gently, he pulls out the vibrator and flings it to a side; he then cleans you up, roughly with his handkerchief and drapes your body with his long coat. He promises to clean you up properly when the two of you get back home and you hold it against him.

Having a dizzy smile on your face the whole ride back to the apartment, you couldn't help yourself but ponder on the meagre feelings you felt towards Jongho. The untimely yet expected emotions bubbled under your skin because you had always wanted to be somebody to him. Jongho may not have a keen interest in expressing himself well, but he does it for you, he becomes a little more vocal when he's around you and takes pride in his kinks and desires. He knows what he wants from you and you know what you want from him; the two of you were strung together in a web of affection, perhaps even love.

In mere an hour, you find yourself in the apartment, in the darkened vestibule leading to the living room, muffling your feet against the floor till you're in the kitchen. There's no one lurking around, no sounds reverberate either, making you assume that everyone had fallen asleep. Though, it's the not same when Jongho closes the door behind him, causing a thud to collapse the absolute silence of the house—he clicks his tongue before putting his car keys in their designated place and wandering off to the kitchen with you.

He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, peeking over to observe your musings. The refrigerator was wide open, beams of light flooding out to fall on your faces—you were contemplating on picking out a snack; as usual, Seonghwa would keep a few containers of chopped fruits for you and the others, in case anyone had their hunger roiling their stomach in the middle of the night. You pick out a container consisting of chopped melon, and Jongho groans softly near your ear. Rolling your eyes, you put the container back and instead pick out an other one containing neatly diced papaya and watermelon. You're about to turn around and leave, when another set of footsteps emerge into the kitchen, sounding from behind you.

You grasp onto the refrigerator door, realising it was Yunho, shirtless, walking towards one of the cabinet counters to pull out a drawer; he rummages thoroughly through it, searching for something whilst his foreboding conscience wasn't fazed by you two. Something crinkles in the sullen serenity, and your attention falls onto a glimmering, foil-like, square pinched in his fingers. You had a clear doubt about what it was—nothing else shines like that, and what else would he need in the middle of the night if not that?

But you were proved wrong when he tore off the crinkly packet and pulled out, what deemed like, a candy. He popped it in his mouth and turned on his heels to walk out, not before addressing something to you two.

"As I said in the morning, don't fucking spoil the kitchen, ya freaks."

With that he leaves and you roll your eyes, Jongho lets out an amused laugh instead. "Next time, maybe?"

"Sure."

Though you were smiling back at Jongho, you couldn't really comprehend how possessive and overly envious you were getting over Yunho, and today's suspicion casts you a different light to see him through. Besides, the way your arrangement had been made with these seven men, you were worried about getting hurt by either of them. Because you never really had any luck with relationships—or the unrequited type of love.

To your uncertainty, Jongho flips you over and pushes you against the refrigerator, closing the door in the process. He buries his head into your neck, and peppers your skin with soft kisses.

"Round two in the shower?" he poses you a question and you let out a soft moan, "uh, Jongho..."

"Aw, is my honeybun tired?" he coos, biting a good chunk of your flesh.

You weren't. You just weren't in the mood after seeing Yunho like that.

"Not really," you answer, sighing softly, "well, you better make it quick." You knew he was grinning ear to ear, tracing it along your skin as it widens.

"Don't think that's possible, but no promises."

And your lazy eyes catch the glimpse of the teddy bear he had won for you, giving you the sense of comfort before slipping into the memories of the night, the same which happened a few minutes ago. Jongho was definitely going to ruin you, however you wondered if there was ever going to be anything more to you and Yunho in this arrangement. You smile at Jongho and let your lips spell out,

"My crazy, sex starved bear."

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[mothwingwritings]

Idk if you’re into omega verse but omg I just thought of it being applied to Yujiro and poor omega reader goddamn 😭 (I think I may have gone a little bit too far on this one ngl, also I’m half asleep so sorry for any issues..)

Nasty nasty Alpha Yujiro who takes advantage of poor little you. Who would have thought he’d ever encounter such a rare beauty? Omegas were practically extinct in the baki universe, the world full of hardened alphas made no room for the sweet soft omegas. And yet here you were against all odds.

From the moment he met you, he’d made the promise that he would never spread his seed through out the world.

Nay, he was going to hammer in his children into your fertile womb as you cried out in overstimulation. You would carry all of his offspring for the rest of your life. That was a promise.

While many of his past devoted lovers would have been flattered by his devotion, you were anything but.

Sure Yujiro would disappear on some days but no longer than a week.

But on the days he were in your house. It’d be a constant running away and fighting off the lustful touches of Yujiro.

The dreadful “Honey~ I’m home!~” had you cringing so hard as thick muscular arms surrounded your waist.

Having to take showers with the Ogre that always ended with you pressed up against the glass mirror as Yujiro crowded you against it.

Having your favorite clothes torn to shreds as he tried to make “love to you”.

Waking up in the middle of the night to see the humongous man deep in your guts as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

And when you went in heat…oh boy.

You’re horny 24/7 and you won’t fight back at all? Just lil ol you whimpering about how much it hurts and that you need something inside? You’d let the older man kiss you and cling onto him needily. His poor little omega!

Yeah, Yujiro loves your heats.

This man keeps a track record of when your heats are around the corner. It doesn’t matter if he’s in another country or across the globe the globe away from you. If he sees you have started your heat, he’s running like a madman with the nastiest smirk that has people running away screaming. They all thought he was out to murder someone (ya ur lil meow meow)

Out of spite you decide to hook up with some random beta when your heat starts up. Which immediately back fires when Yujiro has said man tied up as he watches you get plowed down by your real alpha.

“My little omega, have I neglected you so much that you seeked out some limp dick beta to satisfy you? I guess I’ll have to you more attention to keep you satisfied, huh?”

You know Yujiro is going to show you off. I mean, who wouldn’t?

He’s pulling up to the tournaments with you sitting on his shoulder clad in a thin bikini. Your looking away from the many lustful looks directed at you, all while Yujiro basks in the jealous looks he receives.

They all look so angry at him, but yet…too intimidated to muster the courage to say anything to him. Yes this was a fine idea.

He’s got you wearing a pretty diamond collar with the letters “Property of Ogre.”

Every time you both return from such fights, it didn’t matter if he came back angry or happy both were valid reasons to fuck you in the entrance your home. After that he would ravage you on any surface in the house.

He was going to get so many babies out of you.

Me reading this ask loool

You must have read my mind anon, I was just musing the other day on how I want to some day take a stab at writing an ABO fic and the Bakiverse would be perfect fodder for it. 😌

But God... Yujiro would be the worst fucking Alpha. That man could track you down from miles away, knowing where you are at all times should he need you. And he has such intricate knowledge on basically every aspect of you and your life that it goes beyond concerning, it's downright invasive. It takes no time at all for him to claim fuck you, giving you no time to really sus him out or get to know him before you've become irrevocably his. He's now your bonded partner, and you are not at all thrilled with that.

When yujiro comes to claim you he attacks you with such a bestial, feral intensity that you are afraid one day your body won't be able to take the abuse he inflicts on it, giving you serious concerns over whether you will survive the mating process. You got lucky the first time, but what about in the future? How many pups does he plan to pump inside of you? The thought keeps you up at night. You don't even want to parent his offspring, let alone be demoted to his breeding stock to be fucked full again and again and again. You would have chosen ANY alpha other than Yujiro, but now this was your lot in life-forced to not only be his mate, but bear his children, creating new versions of this monster to roam the planet. Would they grow up to be like their father, or would you have any hope of raising them to be decent, loving people?

Also, I feel like your body will just constantly be marked up everywhere. His mating bites don't stop at the scent glands, and you usually end up looking like you just left a 12 round boxing match on the losing side instead of a mating session with your alpha. :(

And when you are in heat its the absolute fucking worst. Lusting after Yurjiro, your entire body aching for him to desecrate and destroy you, your insides burning white hot for his touch. Only your alpha can cure you of this all consuming sickness that plagues you, and you turn into a whiny blubbery mess when Yujiro is around, pleading and begging for him to claim you. It's absolutely dreadful how much you yearn for such a barbaric man, and each and every time you are disgusted with how easily you give in to him. You just roll over and become his docile little fuck mate, turned into a wanton, lusting mess from just catching his scent alone. You loath him as much as you need him, and words cannot describe the amount of hate you hold in your heart for the man that turned you into this pathetic shell of who you once were.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

On the Subject of "All-Kinds-of-Fur:"

Link to the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale for reference. It's basically a variant of "Cinderella."

Also, if I have the inspiration for it, this could become part of a series, set during the peaceful days before the prequel events. Thus, if anyone would like to send in a request for the School Master brothers' reactions to a classic fairy tale or an SGE one, however obscure it may be, I might write it!

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[Rhian enters the tower chamber looking distressed while Rafal is grading fourth-year students' theses on treachery, taboos, and the natural lines of family, that, when wrongly crossed, drive people insane and disrupt the fragile human psyche.

For an example of this so-called phenomenon (stolen from the plot of Hamlet), imagine a scenario as follows: a wife marries her husband's brother after her husband dies. While they may not be blood relations, this scenario is still off and rather strange, even if modern times could make more allowances for such a thing to occur and be socially-acceptable.]

Rhian: My fourth-year Class Captain had to run away whilst on her questing assignment!

Rafal: [absently, without looking up from the papers, slashing through lines in bloodred ink] Mm, shame. [He sips his tea.]

Rhian: [tries to smile but it looks uneasy and he begins to pace with anxiety.] No! It's... good... I suppose. [He cringes.] If she hadn't run into the Woods last night, she would've had to marry her father!

Rafal: [spits out his tea.] Who's her father? Not one of my graduates, surely. Even my curriculum standards rise above that, that rot.

Rhian: No, it's not one of yours. Simply some brazen king. I just... I wish I could do something. She was one of my best students. [He sighs dejectedly.] But I doubt the Pen will tolerate an intervention. We just have to let her tale play out.

Rafal: Well, is it worth working yourself up over? She got away. Maybe it's you who's too invested in your students’ lives. They can fend for themselves, you know... well, probably. Actually, some Evergirls can be dimwitted. [He pauses.] How about this?: you always have the option of throwing her a lovely funeral.

Rhian: Oh, forget it. I don’t expect you to understand. [He throws up his arms, flustered, and exits the room.]

[Rafal observes that his brother still looks rather sad. In fact, Rhian grows more worried with each passing day as the Storian writes of the poor girl's travails as a forlorn scullery maid in hiding.]

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[Several months later, three days and three nights after each night of the ball and banquet in the Evergirl's fairy tale:]

Rhian: [elatedly, swelling with hope] Rafal! Rafal! Have you heard? My Class Captain might live to see her Happily Ever After! The young king is going to save her! She’s danced with him three nights in a row and he would take no other partner. Though, each night, she slips away and conceals herself in that hideous, asymmetrical coat. You've seen the Pen's illustrations, haven't you? And last night, she wore a dress that glistened like the stars! I just knew the Beautification Practice While Impoverished classroom simulations would pay off! I knew it! It's the sheer magic of what a little soap and water can achieve!

Rafal: [not listening to Rhian's enthusiastic raving] Uh-huh.

Rhian: [finally looks at Rafal more closely after his lackluster response.] Say, Rafal? Where did that patchwork blanket come from? Is it new? I feel like I’ve seen it before. Somewhere... [he muses.]

Rafal: [shrugs without looking up from his book.] Nowhere. You’re not still… sad about that tale, are you? It’s old news. And the Storian's been still about that tale for a good few hours. Maybe it'll be scrapped, storybook and all.

Rhian: [grits his teeth in frustration] Yes. I know. You weren't listening.

Rafal: [expressionlessly] Wasn't I? Regardless, Happily Ever Afters don't concern me.

Rhian: [tongue-tied, attempting to come up with a fitting retort] An-and, you need a good douse of soap and water too. You've got... soot and—is that walnut oil all over your hands?

Rafal: [rolls his eyes.]

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[The next day:]

[Rhian devours the completed tale in one sitting and notices a discrepancy he assumes is a continuity error by the Storian: the vagabond princess disguised in the role of a scullery maid returned to her little cubbyhole below stairs to find that her coat, which she’d left in the shadows, had disappeared, seemingly stolen.

Perhaps, a creature of the night had made off with it, desperate to reclaim its skin.

Or perhaps, there had been an intervention.

Thus, the princess was forced to show her true, shining self to the king’s men hunting her down. In her gown, that gleamed like the stars, much like a bride's.

And Rhian has a feeling he knows why this Ending came to be.]

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[A week later:]

Rhian: [enters, humming about wedding bells to himself.]

Rafal: You look well. Did something go right?

Rhian: Yes! Something nice came in the post today, brother. My former student and the young, foreign king have invited us to their wedding. And look! Even you got an invitation, too. [He laughs to himself and makes a face of mock fright, lowering his voice and gnarling his hands into claws.] Whooo, they probably didn't want the Evil brother to curse them during a christening someday, so you'll probably get a golden plate and sweetmeats to spare at the wedding feast in order to "appease" you.

Rafal: [glares at him.]

Rhian: [drops the act.] Ahem. Anyway, we’ve got to pack for spring in Altazarra. Bring some non-black, festive clothes, if you have any. Oh, and bring a less ugly coat than that scruffy old blanket, will you?

Rafal: I’m not attending. I don’t like inane balls or sentimental Ever Afters, but have fun.

Rhian: Are you sure about that?

Rafal: Positively.

Rhian: [holds up an illustration of the princess' cubbyhole from the tale he’s been scrutinizing for the last few days.] Then what’s this shadow the Storian’s inked in darker than the rest? It looks quite a lot like a human form.

Rafal: Trick of the light. Just be glad Evil didn’t prevail this time, and call it a day. My side will win next time to be sure.

Rhian: [smirks knowingly] I guess I owe my peace of mind and sanity to a thief then.

Rafal: [deadpans] Run along, Ever. Pip-pip. You've got a wedding to attend, have you not?

[milksnake-tea]

heyy bbg its me, your 🌺 again hihi

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing about the ask prompts 2, 6 and 10 for Yaoshi? 🥹 I'm honestly still a simp for them and Honkai is releasing way too less stuff about them I could scream 😭

During the next survey im gonna beg them to let us be kissed by them again for real. By the way, thank you so much in advance, you know I always eat up your aeon content it's so nice.

(If I misunderstood the prompts and you won't do it please ignore this ask and spare me the cringe I would potentially feel HAHA)

- 🌺

POINTS. I GOTCHU BBG I NEED TO GET BACK INTO MY AEON LOVER PHASE ALSO UR FINE BBG U DID IT RIGHT ILY

2. What do you think their love language is?

Definitely acts of service or gifts. As much as I love my physically affectionate Yaoshi, I see them as someone to just shower you in gifts and love. And let me tell you - those gifts have range. You could get either the most beautiful bouquet (or garden/planet because let's be real, Yaoshi wouldn't settle for just a bouquet) made up of the finest specimen from across the universe, or you could open your door to the freakiest chimera that looks like it was one of God's deleted drafts. With acts of service, Yaoshi doesn't want you to be sad !!! No negative feelings are allowed, only happiness and joy for their loved one <33 So they'll take care of anything that bothers you to make sure that your eternal life is nothing short of paradise.

6. What do you think Yaoshi is like in love?

They're actually insufferable BYE I just know they're musing about every little detail about you to anyone who would listen. Their Emanators and Denizens have never seen you, and yet they know everything about you. Basically, they turn into a less loud, yet somehow even more poetic version of Argenti. You'd slowly notice the effects of their blessings around you as you go on with your life: Flowers and vegetation bloom wherever you go, your injuries heal so fast that you could've convinced yourself they didn't exist, and sickness no longer finds you. Gradually, your world turns into a paradise, and when you inevitably meet the Aeon responsible for it all, they welcome you with open arms.

10. How good at cuddling is Yaoshi?

THEY'RE BOTH SO GOOD AND SO BAD AT IT AT THE SAME TIME ITS LOWKEY IMPRESSIVE. Yaoshi has wayyy too many arms for their own good, but that just means they have all the more to hug you with !! The only problem is that. Well. Those arms have nails. And said nails are sharped to an unreasonable degree, and sometimes Yaoshi forgets about them and they'll accidentally scratch you when they're trying to pet you. But they're warm and make quite the pillow if you just ignore that part, and they'll hum you a little song while they hold you <33 or just talk to you about the mortals that've caught their eye, or what their followers have gotten up to. Yaoshi has a beautiful voice, by the way, gentle yet rich and leaning on the deeper side, and just listening to them is enough to lull you to sleep.

2k follower event if you want to participate !!!

[fandxmslxt69]

Daisy (modern, small town AU)

mechanic!Frank castle x f!sunshine!reader

Warnings: Frank's an asshole lmao. UM me making up shit as I go about cars (i dont know enough abt them okay). Um, Frank works at an automobile shop/garage (he owns it more like but whatever). WRITTEN IN LIKE 3 HOURS AND AN IDEA THAT WAS BIRTHED THIS MORNING. Some swearing, lazy descriptions, probably HORRIBLE structure but idc idc idc.

Synopsis: You just moved to a small town, and just your luck, your car breaks down after a few errand runs. You have no choice but to go to the town's official Mr. Grumpy (Frank) to ask for help.

Word count: 1.8k (WHOOPS)

A/N: BAHAHAH SO THIS WAS BORN LIKE THIS MORNING/LAST NIGHT and i could NOT get the idea out of my head so I had to do SOMETHING about it. Yeah, there'll probably be more to this but FIRST, i have to go study after putting it off to finish this. SORRY IT MIGHT BE SOOO FUCKING OOC AND CRINGE BUT I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT PROPERLY! this is kind of just a set up/build up bit it gets BETTER promise promise anyway was this just me reading like 10 small town romances and going "all of them, but with Frank?" yeah basically, you're welcome.

Tags: YEAH um @soft-girl-musings its kinda your fault for encouraging me (im kidding ily) and um @runa-falls cuuuz yknow you <3 and Frank <3

Imagine a modern AU in a small little town where Frank owns the only garage there. It’s just a small happy town with a little community that grew up with each other- everyone knows Frank as Mr Grumpy- he’s always got that frown and those eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. 

Imagine you’re new in town and you feel just a bit out of place in this tightly knitted community. You try to make some friends, but it’s hard fitting into already tight social circles. 

Imagine your car breaking down on your way home from a grocery run. The front of smoking and its making weird jumbling and rumbling noises. You leave the car quickly, not wanting to be inside of it in case something goes wrong. You’re nowhere near your house, and the cute sandals you’re wearing are in no shape to walk the rest of the way. You really don’t want to barge into a random shop and ask for help. But you notice, a little far from the rest of the shops in town, a little store with an ugly neon sign that said GARAGE in big, flickering red letters. You sigh heavily, making sure to grab your keys from the car, along with your purse and phone, lock it, and start walking towards the shop. 

Imagine walking into the little automobile shop to find it pretty much deserted. The walls were lined with different tires, tools and various car parts lined the little room with a small area left unlittered for the cash register. And yet, there was no one to man the station. You walk around, feeling hopeless, until you hear voices coming from behind the door at the back of the room. 

Imagine walking through the door hesitantly into a big garage, and you’re greeted with the sight of a gorgeous shirtless man in loose jeans stained in grease stains. He’s bent over a car and wiping the windshield while a radio beside him blasts some country tunes. You stood in the doorway, mouth hanging slightly open at the sight. Who could blame you? His hair looked so soft, and from what you could see, his face was probably just godly. He looked heavenly,and he clearly didn’t hear you come in from how loud the music was. You clear your throat lightly, clutching the strap of your purse tightly. “Um, excuse me-” you say as quietly as you can, not entirely sure you want to draw his attention. Yet somehow he still hears you. His eyes snap up to meet yours and the look of peace on his face immediately transforms into a look of permanent annoyance. 

Shit. He does have a pretty face. A sculpted jawline and a little stubble lined his jaw. Pretty eyes too. 

Imagine the way his eyes would roam over you. Your hair held back in a little ponytail, your short blue sundress with daisies that barely just reaches your thighs. The way his pretty lips would set in a hard line and his jaw clenches, and while his eyes take in your pretty look, the way that dress rides up your thigh whenever you take a step, you can see his jaw tick and the frown lines forming. 

“Yes?” He said slowly, one eyebrow raised. 

“Um,” You shuffled a bit, carefully stepping into the garage, but making sure to keep a distance from him and the car. “Um, my uh, my car broke down, and I kind of need help,” 

He wipes his hands on the towel tucked into the pocket of his jeans, walking around the car to stand in front of you. Well, more like tower over you. He was, to put it simply, enormous. At least 6 foot something with broad shoulders and a deliciously sculptured and defined chest. His muscles weren’t the pretty boy skinny things you’d see at the gym- his biceps looked big enough to crush a man’s skull, and his chest looked comfy enough to use as a pillow. 

He clears his throat, and you realise you missed a question. You look up (practically STRAINING your neck) to meet his eyes. He definitely looks frustrated. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to repeat himself. 

Imagine how mean he’d be about it- he doesn’t mean to be rude, or to come off as an asshole. He definitely didn’t mean to act as if your lack of knowledge in this situation bothered him. Normally he didn’t care, but the way you looked up at him with big worried eyes and the anxious fiddling of your hands just…ticked him off. He certainly doesn’t mean how condescending his tone is, but he just can’t help it. Pretty girls fucked him in the head. 

“What’s wrong with your car, doll?” 

You fiddled with a strand of your hair. “Um, I don’t actually know,” He lets out an annoyed grunt, running a hand down his face. “Where’d it stop?” “Um, just a little back,” You pointed behind you. “Not too far. I don’t know, it started smoking and making weird noises. Assumed it was bad, so I came here,” He shakes his head, throwing the towel in his hand to the side and grabbing a shirt from one of the chairs. “Yeah sweetheart, that is very bad,” 

“Okay well, I figured,” You hesitated. “Can you uh, can you fix it?” “Depends,” He grunted, pulling the shirt over his head. He’d walk past you out front to grab his truck keys from the cash desk, making a couple more caveman noises to indicate that you should follow him. 

Imagine getting to his truck and you stand there awkwardly because there’s no fucking way you could get in there. It’s too high up, and you sure as hell can’t just jump into it. You throw your purse in, brace your hands on the door, and try to lift your leg high enough to reach the step. 

Imagine Frank getting so fucking pissed when your dress rides up to barely even cover the curve of your ass and he just places his (very big, very warm) hands on your waist and hauls you up, firmly sitting you on the chair and slamming the door shut. 

Imagine how the short drive to where your car stopped is just filled with really awkward silence as you clutch your purse to your chest. Frank's got the radio on, an arm hanging out the window, but his other hand on the steering wheel is holding it so tightly his knuckles are turning white. And he looks almost calm, if not for the way he’s clenching his jaw so hard you think he might shatter his teeth. 

You pull up to your car, and Frank whistles quietly as he gets out of his truck and walks over to examine it. “What d'ya do to this thing?”

You practically hopped out of the truck, frowning. “Nothin’! I didn’t even do anything. I was just driving back home and it broke down,” 

“Well ya must’ve done somethin’ if she broke down this bad,” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can you open the front?” 

“What if it like- explodes on you? What then?” You ask horrified. That’s a horrible impression to leave on someone.

“Not gonna explode, now open the damn front,” 

You nod hesitantly, unlocking the car to open up the front. He tries to blow away the smoke with his hand, but it’s really no use. “Yeah, might need to take it back to the garage,” 

“But-” You felt your bottom lip wobbling. How could everything go to shit so fast. “I need to get home!”

Despite how grumpy Frank wanted to stay, he can’t help soften when it’s clear how panicked you felt. He knew you were the newest person in town, and he also knew he’d have everyone on his ass if he didn’t try and help a little more. 

But he’s still gonna be an ass about it. “I’ll drive you back to your house and send someone for your car, no need to cry ‘bout it, doll,”

You nod hesitantly, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay, thank you,” And then you smiled this shy, grateful smile at him and he felt like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You were gorgeous, he knew that, but looking at you now he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. You looked….cute. And he wanted to keep that smile on your face. Shit. Imagine Frank realising just how fucked he is, having to help such a cute and pretty girl out, he’d just shut himself off even more. His frown deepens and he only communicates in grumbles and grunts as he drives you back home and calls someone to come pick up your car. He only holds out his hand to ask for your keys- not even uttering a word, just holds out those really sexy hands. He just sits in his truck with his arm out the window as you hop out of the seat and make your way up your porch. He feels so screwed. Even your house looked cute. 

“Thank you,” You call out to him.

He raises a hand in return and then he pulls out from in front of the house and drives back to his shop. 

You falter a bit, feeling a tad stung at how shut off he is. Maybe not everyone is as open as you were, but he could have at least smiled. You sigh, walking into your house and dropping your purse at the door. You discard your shoes, and head to the kitchen to grab a couple snacks and collapse on the couch, feeling overall exhausted and drained from the whole day. Maybe you won’t have to see Grumpy for another few days- just so you could cool down. 

The landline rings a few minutes after, and you frown. Who the hell would have the landline’s number? You get up and answer the phone. “Hello?” “Hey daisy, it’s Frank. You left your groceries in the car,” Frank’s voice fills your ear (god he sounds so…so hot) 

Your eyes widen and you gasp in shock. “Fuck, I did!” 

He hums in response. “Yeah. Bet you need those, don’tcha?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I kind of do,”

There’s commotion from Frank’s side, it sounds a lot like someone yelling at him. He sighs heavily. “Alright daisy, I’ll figure somethin’ out f’r you,” And then he hangs up. 

Daisy? Figure it out? And why was it so oddly comforting to know he could handle this without you needing to worry?

[ladylooch]

hi babe!!!! could you possibly do one where the readers being really towards nico? maybe while they’re out with friends or in public or something? she’s just trying to love on him 🥹 or nicos being clingy towards her!!! 🥹💗 thank you sooo much!!! your fics are the most adorable things ever

A/N: Okay, I went back and read your request after I wrote this and was like…  TBH, I read this a little different than you wrote. Mostly just the publicness of it. But I think it’s sweet and fluffy and hits the notes you were going for. Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut if you squint LOL. I actually think I wrote something without swearing. WHERE IS MY GOLD STAR!?

It’s late when you return to Newark from your Devils girl’s trip out to the West Coast. You were supposed to be back, in Nico’s arms, hours ago. You can’t help but feel grumpy about that while saying goodbye to the pack of WAGs. Everyone is splitting off in different directions whether catching a ride from their significant others, heading to the bathroom, or grabbing a cab together to the same neighborhood. Nico is waiting for you. He already texted you that he was by the Dunkin’ just outside of baggage claim.

When you come down the escalator, you grin at him slumped forward on a bench, arms resting on his large thighs, hat hanging low. The airport is pretty much closed for the night so he stands out. Honestly, he’s so gorgeous he would even if it was bustling. His AirPods are in and you can see his mouth moving. A quick check of your Apple Watch makes you gather he’s likely talking to his parents. No one else is awake right now if they don’t have to be.

“Ich muss gehen. Dich lieben.” He says, standing as you approach. His lips pull into an excited grin. “Baby!” He greets, leaning down to press a long, welcoming kiss against your mouth. His hands wind around your waist, lifting you off your feet and into his chest. “Mmm, I missed you.”

“Hi Neeks.” You muse, placing loving kisses on his lips, soaking up his warmth. His brown eyes glitter, only caring to focus on your face.

“You look good. Relaxed.” He notes, setting you back down.

“I feel relaxed.. minus all the travel trouble.” It all seems like minor inconveniences now that you can feel Nico’s hand slipping into yours. He takes the handle on your rolling suitcase so your only job is to walk next to him to the car.

“Yeah that sucked. I was getting frustrated for you.” He shakes his head. “I mean six extra hours at the airport? Woof.” 

“Yeah I had a nice buzz going by the time we got on the plane. I even slept for a couple hours.”

“Wow! Practicing for Switzerland this off season, yeah?” You laugh, nodding. You are so looking forward to that with him.

Nico places your suitcase in his car and soon you are on your way back to your apartment. Nico’s fingers slide into yours, bringing your hand to his mouth. 

“I missed you so much, babe.” He whispers against your skin.

“Missed you too.” You murmur back to him, turning to watch him while he drives. His face has a bit of stubble and his hair is hidden by a black baseball cap. He chews on his bottom lip, watching the traffic in front of you. He sneaks a few peeks of you every so often, grinning each time your eyes meet.

“Tell me everything. What is the hot goss? Is there pipping hot tea?” You know he is making fun of you. But you missed him so much, you’ll let it slide.

The rest of the ride home is spent chatting about the trip and the various activities and events we participated in. Most of them included indulgence on food and wine. The Airbnb was incredible with so many rooms and spaces to hang out. Plus, a really beautiful, secluded pool and hot tub area. 

“So basically, you missed me when you were sleeping?” He jokes, placing a hand on your lower back as he unlocks the door to your apartment.

“Yes, and when I was super, wine drunk.” 

His laugh electrifies your body.

“Yeah I remember that FaceTime call.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You cringe, red filling your cheeks at the awful strip tease you gave him.

“I’m hungry. Do we have any food here?” You ask as he wheels your suitcase down to your room.

“Uh… No.” His airy laughter flows down the hall. Nico is not the grocery shopper in this relationship. 

“Okay.” You take a peek in the fridge and then the pantry, finding enough ingredients to make Kraft Mac and Cheese. You put water in the pot, letting it come to a boil.

“You gonna share that with me?” He asks, gliding his hands around your body to rest against your stomach. His back warms you through your shirt as he kisses all along your covered shoulders. His hands begin to travel. First to your hips, then down your thighs and back up. His touch has electricity buzzing in your body. 

“Babe, I need a little space.” You mutter after testing a noodle and finding it ready.

“No.” He sighs into your back, nuzzling his nose there.

“You’re going to get a monster if you don’t let me eat.” You warn lightly. Nico knows you’re a completely different person when you’re hungry and steps aside so you can separate the noodles and boiling water. His hands are back on you when you return to the stove top. Nico helps by putting in the butter while you measure the milk out. He cringes as you shake the cheese pack in. 

“It’s a disgrace to call that cheese.” 

“Probably, but it gets the job done.” You stir it all together, mouth watering at the sight and smell of the cheesy, nostalgic goodness. You dish yourself up a bowl and Nico who says he wants to at least try it before calling it trash to your face.

“Okay, this kinda slaps tho?” He says it questioningly, thick eyebrows drawing together in confusion, slowly chewing his first bite.

“It’s the best. I don’t know how it works, but it hits different as an adult.” Nico devours his bowl, then slides you across the couch to finish your bowl resting against his chest. He flicks the TV on, putting on The Kardashians. You look over your shoulder at him. 

“Wow….” You trail off, pausing to take another bite of mac and cheese. You run your tongue along the front of your teeth. “It’s almost like you want something from me tonight.” 

“Dying for it. Literally.”

“I’d say your chances are about 90%.” 

“Okay… I like those odds. But, how do I get to 100%?”

“Hm.” You contemplate, pushing some more noodles around your bowl. “I think I need a massage.” Nico sits up, eager to please. His hands come to your shoulders, immediately rubbing the tense muscles. “And maybe let your hands wander a bit.”  You shrug as you delicately chew another bite of food. “And I think I need ice cream after this.”

“So many things.” Nico groans. “You know I can bring my chances to 100% by myself, right?”

“How so?” You ask, scooping up another bite. It pauses right before your mouth when he pulls you back flush with his body and begins to bite gently all along your collar bone. You look down at the remaining golden noodles and say goodbye.

Suddenly, you have better things to put in your mouth.

[minhosimthings]

Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

[viviennevermillion]

Bonfire Heart

notes: this one has been requested by @artistlara as part of my 3k followers event! sorry this took so long!

prompt: and I've been looking at the stars for a long, long time, I've been putting out fires all my life, everybody wants a flame, they don't want to get burned and today is our turn; days like these lead to nights like this lead to love like ours; you light the spark in my bonfire heart

song: bonfire heart [james blunt]

contains: dottore x gn!reader, use of what is presumably Dottore's real name

warnings: none

The exiled scholar hardly believed most of the village keepers remembered how they had crossed the boundaries of science in their previous lives. Stripped of their identity, as well as the ability to think straight, he wondered if they even could be bothered to care about their punishment by the Akademiya. He, however, was different. Many would have argued he too was insane. That he had gone mad. However, unlike the village keepers of Aaru Village; he was perfectly aware of his surroundings, of everything he had done and was still doing. Their reaction to his progress in science had been anything but desirable. He was offended.

But most of the time, he had no time to waste on these thoughts. Convinced, that letting him loose on a peaceful village would only bring the Akademiya more trouble, they had simply tossed him to the desert outside of Caravan Ribat to fend for himself. Why they hadn't killed him then and there was still a mystery to him.

The desert was harsh. Survival was almost impossible for someone who had no idea where they were headed and no resources to bring with them. That's why he had found himself wandering through the endless wasteland of sand with no water in sight after just a couple of days. His knowledge of science proved to be useless without the proper resources to apply it to. The scholar fell over, the ruthless sun in the sky blinding him as his eyelids fluttered shut. Sand was caught in his teal hair. If he wouldn't die of thirst, the sun would surely burn him alive. Or at least that was what it had felt like at the time.

And then there was you. You were like an angel; a savior sent from Celestia, completely unaware that he was a man who could never be saved. He greedily swallowed the water you poured into his dry mouth, only half-aware of what was happening. Your voice was ringing in his ears but it was the kindest sound he had heard in an eternity. "Did they just leave you out here? Come on, let's get you home."

Was he dead?

No. When he awoke he was in Aaru Village, safely resting in your quarters. He almost let out a chuckle at how you seemed to pity him. As far as you were concerned, he was just like the other mad scholars, exiled after coming in contact with forbidden knowledge and hardly lucid. Over the course of just a couple of days he learnt about your name, how you lived and the people you knew. As much as he cringed at the idea, playing along with the mad scholar act was, for now, the best option for him. The Akademiya exiling someone completely conscious to the desert was rare and mostly unheard of, since most cases didn't survive for very long. It would raise a lot of unwanted questions.

And so he put up with your countless antics. You provided him with food, clothing and a place to stay and would always talk to him, claiming that talking to the mad scholars might help them a little and make sure that they don't feel alone. Baseless theories, he mused. Yet, he found himself giving the idea an amused smile when you weren't looking.

Basic care turned into you spending more time with him. You took him to see the stars at night, explaining the constellations to him even though he knew them all by heart and never responded anyway. You'd take him to see the street musicians at the village during sunsets and told him about your life. It's not like he could tell your secrets to anyone. Or at least you thought so. He saw no point in doing it either.

On most days, he was bored. So he might as well listen to what you had to say. But with time, he found himself more and more infatuated with you. Sure, you didn't know who he was or what he had done and you were simply giving him hospitality, but never had anyone treated him with such kindness and gentleness. Of course it was all based on a lie but he found himself craving your attention and care. He missed you when you were gone to do your work, your absence made his days seem dull. At the time he had convinced himself that it was simply because he had nothing else to do. In his heart, he knew this wasn't true.

When you thought he was sick and had put your hand on his forehead to check for his temperature, then cupping his cheeks gently to look into his eyes; your touch was a burning sensation to him, yet he wished you would never let go of him.

Something about your presence made him feel more human. Made him feel like for the first time in his life there was a place he belonged and it was by your side. All of his interactions with others had been based on either research or trying to hide his true self from them. Trying to keep his little world from escalating and falling apart, for if he allowed for mistakes it would inevitably lead to ruin. It would lead to him being exiled from his village and from the Akademiya. But it had also led him to you.

You, who was unaware of the monster he truly was, who had welcomed him into your home. You, who treated him as a friend without asking for anything in return. It was too cruel to both you and himself to keep up the illusion.

What he didn't expect was the chuckle you let out when he revealed to you that he was in fact not a mad scholar. "Yeah, I've known for a while now", you smirked at him, "I came home from work to pick up something I had forgotten and I saw you picking out a book from my shelf, reading the titles aloud and starting to read in one of them. I knew then you were fully aware of everything around you. But I gotta say, you're pretty starved for affection, aren't you?"

You remembered how he had leaned into your touch when you held his face in your hands and now you were teasing him about it. But all was forgiven when your hands reached for his face again, your fingertips gently caressing his cheek. "So...would you finally like to tell me your name?"

"Zandik. My name is Zandik."

A couple of centuries had passed since then. The Doctor smiled to himself, reminiscing about those times. You really had caught on pretty early and seen right through him.

"What's got you smiling like that? Successful experiment?", you entered his lab, pulling him into your arms before placing a soft kiss to your lover's lips. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing back tenderly. "I just remembered how we met", he told you between kisses, grateful for the love you had given him. You still looked at him with the same adoring expression you had back then. You still loved him, despite everything he represented.

"I love you", you whispered against his lips before closing the distance between the two of you again, kissing him passionately. His lips tasted like the strawberries you had one of the segments bring to his lab earlier, to ensure that he was eating something.

"I love you too, my dearest. I feel like I don't tell you enough....but I would give you the world", with you he was so uncharacteristically gentle and caring that most of his assistants wouldn't believe their eyes if they were to see the Doctor hold you like this, "I will. I'll give you the entirety of Teyvat."

He sealed his promise with a deep kiss, pouring all his love for you into it. "You're all I need", you squeezed his hand, running your thumb over his wedding ring.

[miralyk]

love the drawings you've been making for desmond and alex, what's ghosts in the machine? first i see them crawling out of your screen and now everyone's angels devils or monsters, i don't know if i'm missing something!

ah man, think it's time to try to summarize everything and apologize LMAO;; ty for asking though, i should've made things less confusing! this will be a Pretty lengthy post for irl context/backstory and "actual au" info so be ready if you want to read everything!

(for starters, the title's just a pun on the philosophical phrase "ghost in the machine" interpreted Literally and taking inspiration from clay in ac revelations, since he Was a ghost in a machine and jokingly called "my guardian angel" by des, haha)

the short version: basically, "ghosts in the machine" is what i've called the au(?) where i just doodle silly "artist talking to her art muse(s)" stuff like these kinds of comics instead w me,, the ""art muse"" is whatever i'm hyperfixated on (currently desmond, the assassin brotherhood as a whole, and alex/prototype lmao):

the Full LONG version: when replaying prototype and ac awhile back, i also posted fanart on LOFTER (china’s local version of tumblr) and made a mainlander mutual/friend who drew fanart too, like her oc w the assassins in an animal shapeshifter 刺客信条乙女向 (assassin’s creed otome) au! as i’m vietnamese-american and she’s chinese, we use translators and send pictures/doodles to talk about the games and our days, and when i was replaying prototype, she started ac2 too and sent me this as commentary:

from there, whenever we’d text or send pics/art, it became a running joke of sorts to also include our ""game companions"" like that fanfiction thing of “author’s note where the author and fictional characters comment on the situation and/or talk to each other”, and my doodles also became us or our computers being accompanied by them LMAO;; that’s pretty much the origin and setting of the particular doodles; just the daily shenanigans and art struggles of an artist (me and her) talking to their art muses (characters from special interests) haunting them and their computers

as for the "supernatural" aspects, at some point desmond and alex got drawn an as angel and devil because i’ve had ridiculous “protected by a guardian angel” luck lately like surviving a car crash unharmed, they’re my favorites and associated with me, the motifs match the duo, etc, it's not really that deep and/or for a "Lore Reason";;

likewise, the brotherhood got drawn as ghosts to emphasize the “we/our computers are haunted by them” joke more, along with how my friend and i are both asian and used to like ghosts and ancestral worship casually being a part of our lives already LMAO (ig in the context of the au then, they’re basically desmond’s ancestral spirits disney-mulan-style that freeload off of his vietnamese protectee (me) for both spiritual veneration or "worship" like staying relevant in this modern age via fanart)

for example, i'm also considering drawing like altair, ezio, connor, and edward as the vietnamese four holy beasts just to play around, things like that! there's no special lore reason aside from just personal thoughts and "oh that'd be fun to draw", they just thematically fit well being four prominent “legends” and being desmond's ancestors, etc,, haha

at the end of the day, "ghosts in the machine" are just silly shenanigans of me drawing what's on my mind, from who/what i'm hyperfixated on (aka impromptu art muses for me), any thoughts/frustrations i have w daily life or drawing stuff,, and "hm this sounds cool, i could draw this design or Cool Thing" stuff. it's not really an au persay (plus i still really cringe and feel self-consciously wary about the embarrassing self-insert aspect of all this, help lmao), it’s just,, just silly personal scribblings that are kind of sharing an inside joke to everyone now, but i'm happy to know people still humor these silly drawings and are curious if there's more to it, thank you!

[draconicfool]

get to know the mun ! repost, don’t reblog.

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : rat[tm]

PRONOUNS : he/him [also just rat/j]

ZODIAC SIGN : scorpio

TAKEN OR SINGLE : taken ily mal hi bby <3 he's probably not gonna notice this actually

——— THREE FACTS ! ♡

my current hyperfixation is hsr and i call myself the 'lore master' when i talk w mal. i'm also like- on top of builds or i try to be...even if i don't play meta teams

my favorite game of all time is probably hollow knight

dirty league player who plays league with his boyfriend

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

gosh uh i've been roleplaying since i was like 13-14 i started on these cringe ass forum rp posts and i don't remember how i ended up on tumblr but i migrated to discord and then...came back to tumblr cuz my boyfriend convinced me with ships

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

uhhhh tiny twinks?? idk i write a lot of tragic characters with hearts of gold and fucked up monsters. sometimes both simultaneously hi eros

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : i adore fluff i will absolutely eat it and cry and yell and go 'LOOK AT THEM I'M SO SOFT'

ANGST : listen i also love a good angst thread always good for developing shit and just causing pain look at half the shit mew and i write and send each other we're constantly trying to hurt each other

SMUT : i uhhh do my best with smut lol i don't think i'm super good at writing it but i have fun with it and since eros is hypersexual it sort of comes with the territory that it's gonna exist here plus i think there is a ton of character development to be had even in those situations

PLOT / MEMES : literally adore getting to plot shit even if we don't write it all out and just plot that these specific things happened like i'll eat it i bug doc constantly w the plots we have for our ships cuz i just- i love love plotting. as for memes i love those too probably some of the easiest ways to start interactions and they can be so so fun

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Rachel Dare! For the ask game :D

hiii, @riordanverseaddict 👋! thanks for the ask!

Three facts about them from my personal headcanon: Firstly, Rachel's love language is gifting. She has money to spend and she spends it. She saw Percy's sneakers covered with duct tape and bought him a pair of Nike special edition sneakers the next day. Second, she loves customising everything she has: she paints her airpods, phone cases, sneakers, tshirts. Third, her cave is a safe space for all demigods to just come, chill with her, and have fun being her muse.

One reason why they suck: Not many reasons haha. But if I really have to nitpick, then I would quote the time i found it uncomfy how she didn't really wait for an answer when she asked percy if he wanted to kiss her and didn't wait for an answer like she was a little pushy in that sense. but it's a kid series, a 15 year old and everyone did that in the series. so nothing ig 💪

one reason why they're great: she was a great friend to percy, I found it so sweet how she understood Percy's demigod burnouts and stepped up as a friend and basically gave him a safe space where he could chill and be normal.

one reason why I relate to her: weirdo artist who is very good at manifesting stuff✌️

top three otps: HERSELF (aroace!!), piper (I see the vision and I like it), (brotp) perachel.

five things that I believe should have happened: her become more of a environmentalist, a total brotp with percy AND annabeth (with teasing about how cringe they all were), teaming up with annabeth to design olympus (she does the art stuff), more of her funny school life as a green smoke spouting oracle, her interactions with the hoo crew (I FEEL LIKE SHED LOVE THEM)

five people she will never fall in love with and why: her bestie percy (I have this crack headcanon that she just pretended to flirt with percy because she knew that her involvement with percy would make him and annabeth rethink their relationship and speed up percabeth), octavian (need I explain?), literally any other three characters from the pjoverse, she doesn't really interact much with anyone 😂

[frightmeister]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 ! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 ! ( 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑴𝒖𝒄𝒉 ! )

Independent & Private 𝑱𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑨 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑶𝑵 from 𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵. Heavily Canon Divergent and headcanon based. Written by Train ( They/Them | 30s | EST ) . sporadic to medium activity.

twins sideblog: @h4untingtons

Iconless/low graphics until I feel like it.

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READ THE READ MORE DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 | 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺 | 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 | 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑺

I will not be referring to the monsters as they are referred to in the game's canon. They'll just be called things like monsters, creatures, cannibal spirits, demons etc.

My default is Josh makes it out 100% human as there's no indication in the game lore that the creatures maintain the kinda like, sentience you need to do roleplay post-transformation so like KHGSKDFG YA KNOW? But I'll likely end up with a verse where he's Some Kinda Possessed lemme just work out the mechanics on that.

I interact with mutuals only. I followed you, I'm up for doin' stuff. I also don't rp with minors and will block them on sight.

I am actively for pre-established relationships and all kinds of dynamics. I would prefer to hash it out at least a little bit if we don't have canon to fall back on just so I know we're on the same page about what the vibes are. But I'm cool with Josh having relationships outside of his known canon and for those relationships to go from platonic to romantic to antagonistic. So long and I feel like it makes sense I am cool with anything.

I'm so cool with shipping HOWEVER -- I have had bad experiences with people being shitty to me while trying to get me to ship with them so I limit who I ship with to people I've spoken to a bit OOC. Beyond that I'm actually pretty open to the content matter and pairings. Which yes does include OCs and other fandoms. Tragically I'm not into Josh/Chris. Sorry buds. It's not a no homo thing, tho so other dudes still have a shot lol.

we're not serious here but we are serious -- Josh is a very jokey character and I am a shitpost enjoyer but the topic matter here can get PRETTY FUCKING GRIM. So like, basically the blog is kind of Dead Dove-y and black humor geared since there's Horrors™ and the go-to method for coping with Horrors™ in this joint is goofs. There'll be talk of stalking, voyuerism, psychological torture, murder, death, cannibalism, mental health, psychosis, the mistreatment of the mentally ill, revenge, supernatural horror, humanistic horror, weird conflations of fear,sex and violence, and just kinda generally illegal or douchey activity. I try to tag things but pobody's nerfect so if you're following understand you're taking your own comfort into your own hands. No one said you had to follow me so don't get upset with me if you don't like what's on your dash dude that's what the unfollow and block buttons are for lol.

Josh can be kinda crude and flirtatious. His jokes definitely aren't for everyone and he tends to be pretty flirty just to be funny. It's not mandatory to reciprocate his flirtation or like his humor. If your muse is consistent with telling him they don't like it he will stop/adjust. I will not however, tone down his overall issues with not knowing when it's appropriate to say what since that's just one of his flaws/issues he's dealing with. So while he might not make sex jokes around or flirt with your muse he'll still probably say cringe shit.

I do not have schizophrenia or any kind of schizo-effective disorder. I do tend to go with the theory that Josh has schizophrenia as opposed to having withdraw based hallucinations. I try to research and write shit related to these topics the best as I can and not fall into any unsavory stereotypes but I'm also just some fucking guy so if you see anything that should be corrected lemme know! I only ask for some grace since I'm writing an anti-hero/anti-villain in a horror setting which might send us into unpleasant places related to this topic that necessitate ya know, Bad Stuff, and balancing it all out can be whack.

My main verse tends to assume that other people also survived. It's just that likely none of them talk to him anymore since he, you know, decided to LARP Saw without telling them and cast them in all the major roles. When it comes to Until Dawn people who's alive and who's talking to him still is up for talks and plotting and all that.

I don't rp smut on main and I don't really reblog anything ns.fw of that nature.

[lichfucker]

Lempicka is my favorite musical from last season.

It’s about the queer painter Tamara Lempicka and her the trials and tribulations after fleeing soviet Poland (? Cited needed on that) and living in post ww1 Pairs with her husband and child but as she is rising in the art world of Paris she falls in love with her muse, a women. And it’s basically her life story.

The reason I keep to the idea that those songs remind me of max and silver, is the lines “no ideals here, this is just destruction, this is not a revolution, the world spins, who lives who dies…” from Here It Comes. And “it’s a bitch to outlive your own context.” from in the blasted California sun. It’s just…goodness the whole musical is them.

And obviously, if your into musicals it’s a bit poppy but like Epic! The musical is a ongoing project that basically a musical version of the odyssey. And kind of in the same vein, I’ve been wishing I had skills to make animatics because someone needs to make “Well be fine.” Animatic of Jim and Silver as well as “Monster” for post Charlestown Flint, and then because I’m kind of cringe “Puppeteer” with Silver as circle turning the crew into his parrots could work.

I’m sorry this ended up being so long and ramble-like. You mentioned musicals and I got a little annoying. I hope your day is good.

omg no this was not annoying at all! this show sounds fantastic and you are SO correct about those lyrics. ough

[fe-fictions]

As one of the people who asked for a Virion reupload, I am glad that you have uncovered the "shocking" amount of saved stories. Like, I knew where to find them, but that goodness needs to shared with the about 3 other people that like him and also bring it to the masses here for others. As it stands, only two Viri fics on wayback are reduced to initial few sentence previews: newborn Morgan fluff and Morgan unthinkingly speaking French. If we all sat down one day to obsessively catalouge the fic of our faves, the wayback would be a very full place.

(I totally agree!! So for now, here's Virion finding out Robin has feelings for him...!!!!)

Virion had always been impressed by you, and always admired your quick wit and adaptive intelligence. Yet even you could be prone to the occasional human mistake, which he enjoyed almost as much as your otherwise perfect demeanor.

Such was his joy when he saw you stumble, having been surprised when he called out to you in greeting. He cringed slightly, feeling bad that he startled you by calling “Good morning!” to you without your suspecting it.

“My, my, it appears our petite tacticienne is a bit unbalanced this morning, non?” He mused, walking up to you and stooping to retrieve the lances that clattered to the ground.

“S-sorry, Virion. You really did give me a scare! I wasn’t expecting your greeting.”

“If I knew you were so unsettled by my presence, I would never have done such a thing. You must forgive me, as offended as I am.” Virion said jokingly, pressing a hand to his chest. Your face lit up in a bright blush, clutching the laces tighter.

“O-oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just…surprised. Pleasantly surprised! I just didn’t know what to do, so…yes. Sorry.”

“Please, mon cher, you needn’t apologize so profusely. I simply jest.” He grinned at you, placing a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. Yet even that seemed to catch you off-guard, your whole body tensing under his touch.

He furrowed his brow ever so slightly, but didn’t get a chance to ask why you were so tense. Lissa called out to him, waving frantically for him to join her.

“It appears I am needed elsewhere, mon ange. I shall reconvene with you, later.”

“Please do.” You smiled at him politely, recovering yourself enough to not make too much more f f a fool of yourself. “O-oh, and we’ll be playing chess tonight, right?”

“But of course.” He grinned at you, which basically shot an arrow through your heart.

How one man was so ruthlessly charming, you didn’t know.

“Princess, how may I be of service?” VIrion asked Lissa as he approached, leaving you to try and gather your wits while the young princess grinned cheekily at him .

“You know exactly what I want, Virion- you’ve harassed Robin enough for one morning!”

“I haven’t done any such thing!” Virion replied with an amused smile, “What would give you that idea?”

“You know full well that Robin fancies you! Yet there you go, teasing her like you couldn’t care less.”

“What?” Virion’s eyebrows rose, “Please. You are as much the joker as I am; Robin hardly fancies me. Why should she, when so many eligible bachelors gaze at her so longingly?”

“I’m not joking, Virion! Robin seriously has a crush on you. Just think about it, okay? Watch Robin’s interactions with others and then think about how she acts around you. She’s totally going You should know better than anyone how a lovestruck fool behaves!”

“I suppose I do have more experience than others do, and- hey!”

Lissa scampered off before he could get another word in, but she had made her point. He shook his head in disbelief., hands on his hips.

“Mon dieu…what am I going to do with that troublesome little girl?” He asked himself, returning his attention to the tactician.

He watched as you carefully stocked the lances, storing them properly and not dropping them as you had before.

He tilted his head some, humming thoughtfully.

Perhaps Lissa was onto something…or perhaps she was simply full of it, as usual.

———————————————

As the days wore on, Lissa’s message began to ring true.

Virion had begun to observe Robin more carefully. She seemed to grow so quiet around him, yet was so boisterous with the other men. You joked with Chrom and Vaike would with him, as if you were the best of friends.

Yet when he played chess with you, he realized you were nearly dead silent, save for the occasional red cheeks and frustrated groans when he bested you yet again.

He found this both intriguing and perplexing. What if Lissa was wrong about you fancying him? What if you behaved this way because you did not wish to be around him?

Yet the way you tensed in his presence was like that of a crushing school girl. He recognized the symptoms all too well. Yet oddly enough, it was even more adorable than it was when other women acted this way.

How you tensed up and fidgeted, looking at your feet and playing with your hands as you tried your best to form a coherent sentence…my, how charming it was.

Virion kept this to himself, of course. He didn’t wish to make more of it than he thought, and didn’t wish to scare you away.

He would be tactful about handling the tactician.

It felt as though he was the only person doing so.

“When are you going to confess to her?”

An impatient taguel’s voice sounded beneath him, the huntress he had been allowed to ride into the woods asking him in a distorted, impatient tone.

“Whatever do you mean, my dear Panne?”

“I speak of the tactician. Don’t be coy, human; we both know how you feel about her.”

“You must elaborate, I’m afraid. Though perhaps we ought to wait until after we’ve secured the army’s dinner?”

“Don’t be foolish. I can take a bear down without your help. You’re simply a lookout.”

“You need one, with ears like those?”

“You test me.”

“I apologize.” Virion laughed, nocking an arrow as he spotted a blur of animal hair a few yards away. “Please, do tell me what you mean.”

“I mean,” Panne launched forwards, pouncing on an unsuspecting deer and allowing Virion the finishing blow, “That Robin wishes to be your mate. You seem to feel similarly, do you not?”

“My dear Panne, I do not know how familiar you are with human relations, but…it is not uncommon for me to feel romantic emotions towards most women. You’re included, you know.”

“I would rather be skinned alive before I entertained those feelings.” She said in such a cold tone, he felt threatened. He shivered involuntarily, preparing another shot. “I can hear how your heartbeat quickens in her presence. I see the change of your movements, and how you tease her relentlessly.”

“I wouldn’t say relentless-”

“You make it a personal mission to see her blushing before she can even react to your presence. You are far worse than that insufferable Vaike or Gaius could ever be.”

“I suppose you have a point…” He agreed with a grin, motioning her towards the bear lumbering around several meters out. “And so your solution to this is to have me confess to her?”

“We both know she would want that.”

“Would she, really…?” Virion hummed in thought, “Yet I am not entirely certain my feelings are as passionate as you’d suggest.”

“I’ve seen you flirt with other female Archer. I know what it looks like for a man to try, and for a man to simply chase an open tail.”

“You needn’t be so vulgar…”

“You have hard my thoughts on this matter. Make a decision soon. It is annoying to deatry and have a conversation with Robin where she does not trail off because she is drooling over you.”

“She is mesmerized by me, you say?” Virion was way too happy about this. “You know, I’m starting to think you had me accompany you so you could tell me all these things.

“You are an insufferable human.” Panne muttered as she dragged the carcasses along, prompting a chuckle from the archer.

“What can I say?”

“You can say that you’ll start pursuing one particular female a little more seriously.” She told him dubiously, and Virion just laughed.

“But of course, mon cher lapin. I will do all I can to ensure your warnings are not wasted.”

“Hmph.” She grumbled, “I don’t know what she sees in you, at all…yet she insists on babbling about how great this strange nobleman Virion is…”

Virion smiled to himself, pleasantly surprised by her quiet admissions. Perhaps this Robin thing was running a little deeper than he first thought.

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Maybe it was because he realized you liked him.

That might be why he was struggling with this sudden change of his. There was a new feeling in his heart, whenever he spotted you. That adorable expression of frustration when you lost another chess game seemed to be even more precious than before.

The way your hair was always so soft and carefully styled, how your skin was so soft and smooth…my how he longed to touch you. He couldn’t quite understand where it was coming from.

He hadn’t felt this way about someone in years… He shook his head as he headed out on his errand, looking to fetch something of particular importance he thought you might enjoy.

A ring, meticulously picked out, and lavish in its payment. It was expensive, and precious, but it was simple in its construction. Virion had been spending so much time with you. Never once did he think you were the type to want an elaborate or overly expensive ring. 

Yet the more thought about it, the more he wanted to simply drown you in lavish things. He would need to control himself; after all, who was to say all of this would work out?

Perhaps it was all an elaborate prank…ah, well. He dismissed the thought, reminding himself that it was high time he considered marriage, anyways. Gallivanting around only had so much appeal.

Although…he did enjoy the idea of gallivanting around with you.

So he returned to camp with just the slightest skip in his step, and went about his business to try and hunt you down. He needed to get ahold of you, figure out the plan and where he would be able to go and take you romantically, to win your heart over once and for all.

Of this, he was sure; months of spending time with you, fighting beside you, and realizing that now you might care for him as much as the others said, it was perfect.

Virion couldn’t fight the smile on his lips, nor the excitement in his heart; you were the one. 

“For the last time, Ricken! He doesn’t think about me that way and you mustn’t try and force anything out of anyone!” “But he does, Robin!! Panne and Lissa said so, and I guarantee he does! That archer doesn’t look at anyone the way he looks at you!!” 

Virion tilted his head, curious about whatever it was he’d just walked into. You were marching away in the campsite, clearly displeased with Ricken, who practically nipped at your heels.

You seemed to be in need of rescue, he thought to himself, moving to meet with you.

“You gotta believe me, Robin- if you just talk to him then I’m sure-!”

“Who do you think we’re talking about? He’d never feel that way! Why won’t you people just leave me in peace? Leave us alone for a second, won’t you?”

“If you’d quit being so hard-headed you’d see that you’re wrong, for once!”

“Non, Ricken, she’s right.” Virion’s entrance into the conversation made you both gasp. You earned a pleasant smile with that shocked expression on your face, and an embarrassed look from Ricken. “It is none of your business, meddling in other people’s affairs.”

“But-!” Ricken was interrupted when Virion took the boy’s arm, guiding him away from you. 

“You do not know what Robin wants or thinks, nor myself. What if she’s right? For all you know this could all be nonsense! You must not push so hard for things you think are true.” Virion scolded him. He didn’t hear the soft gasp behind him, but Ricken seemed to notice.

“Virion, I…”

“Now, now, Ricken. I admire your desire to help your friends as much as anyone, but there is great value in minding your own business, as well. I mean that in the kindest terms, mon ami.”

“N-no, Virion, I…I think you made it worse.”

Virion’s brow furrowed, and he turned to follow the man’s concerned gaze, only to find that you had disappeared. He caught the tail-end of your coat, as if you had hurried away from the both of them without letting Virion finish.

“…Oh, dear.” 

“I can’t believe this- you’re worse than she is!” Ricken cried, “Why would you say that? I know how you feel about her!”

“Merde- Ricken, you…are such a strange little man.” Virion sighed to himself, “I did not say you were wrong, I said that you might be- why does no one give me a chance to finish anything in this camp…” 

Virion released the boy and turned on his heel, pausing only to point back at him.

“Do not involve yourself further, understand? I will fix this mess!”

He knew people liked to get involved with other people, but this was too much. He sped up, the ring in his pocket heavier than before. He chased after you, pursuing you until you reached a place he could not freely enter. You latched onto your tent shut, and he paused, waiting for just a moment before continuing the chase.

“Robin? Mon cher, are you all right?”

“Fine!” 

“Oh hon, now I know you lie. You never respond so coldly to me. Can’t I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s s-such a good idea.” Your voice hitched, and at that moment he knew he had made a critical error. His heart crumbled ever so slightly, and he swallowed thickly. He fidgeted with the ring in his hand, wishing he could be running it through that lovely hair instead of suffering through this strange situation.

“…Please, Robin?” 

There was silence for a few moments, and then the sound of canvas being shifted, allowing him into your tent. He breathed a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it more lovely than usual, and then he entered.

“I wish to speak to you about many things, but…most importantly, what you heard me say to Ricken. Please, do not think that I hold no affection for you, that is not what I meant in the slightest!” 

You were standing before him, yet your arms were crossed, and you looked incredibly sad. You looked so very lost…oh, how it hurt him.

He knew he loved you, in that moment, because he never wanted to see such a sorrowful expression on your face, ever again. He wanted to be the one to make it go away.

He steeled his resolve; he would be the one to make it disappear.

“I know it wasn’t true, Virion. It just…made me realize that I was wrong. I’m sure you’ve heard all about how I hold feelings for you of some sort or another…but it was my mistake to tell them about it. They took it upon themselves to try and put us together.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, cher.”

“I didn’t, either. But it wasn’t their place, and in turn it puts a lot of pressure on you when I don’t even know if you feel a modicum of what I do. It’s just a silly crush, Virion. You don’t have to entertain it if you don’t want to. I’m just upset that you had to find out about it through everyone else but me. It’s so embarrassing…” You trailed off, burying your face in your hands.

Virion chuckled at your bashfulness, and stepped forward, taking your wrists gently in his hands and lowering them from your face.

“Now, now, mon amour…you needn’t be embarrassed. It’s quite charming, really. Besides, I’d rather not discuss things like this, here. There is somewhere else I would very much like to take you.” He replied mysteriously, and you quirked an eyebrow, unsure if you could swallow your pride long enough to let him take you anywhere.

Slowly, you conceded, letting him lead you from the camp and up into the forest beyond. There were a great number of hills outside of the set up, and you were surprised to find how lovely the wooded terrain could be in the glow of sunset.

You didn’t have enough time to appreciate it, you guessed, though being there with Virion likely had a large impact in how you looked at it, as well.

“I have so much I wish to say to you, Robin. I simply wonder if there will be enough time to…or I will be able to find the words. We have such wonderful conversations, and yet here I am, struggling to tell you everything I can.”

“We have plenty of time to chat, now, don’t we?” You pointed out, “Though I’m not sure what all there is…tactics, chess, war…there’s not much we haven’t talked about in terms of things we have in common.”

“And what of the feelings we hold for each other?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about that now.” You said, uneasy. Virion chuckled as he took your hand, helping you up through a thicker part of the brush before it opened up into a lovely view of the camp far below.

“I did not wish to talk about it in your tent. I wished to speak to you somewhere more…idyllic. Will this suffice?”

“Well…it’s certainly beautiful.” You breathed as you stared out at the open expanse beneath you, gazing at the warm glow that the world was bathed in.

Yet even as you enjoyed the view and your company to the highest degree, you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with what was supposed to come next.

“Robin, if I may…” Virion began, and you audibly gulped. “We both know that I can be a bit…generous in my advances, more so than others. It has always been my behavior since before I can recall. It is unlike me to feel anything more than simple attraction, and nothing deeper.”

“I know.” You confirmed with a sadness in your voice. Another thing to wipe away.

“Yet I have found myself, over the past few days, coming to the realization that perhaps the time has come for more. That I ought to open myself up, if only a little bit, to the prospect of letting another person closer to me than simply a physical sense. I wish to be with someone who I can trust, and talk to about anything.”

“Didn’t we already go over the few things we discuss?” You joked, to which he smirked.

“We talk about far more than those simple things, mon ange. You just haven’t noticed because of how easily we lose time when we are together.”

“I suppose…” You replied as if you were unconvinced. He turned to face you, taking your hands in his.

“I speak the truth, Robin. You see…all of those things that I speak of…I feel as though there is a person I need to settle down with. And the last few days, the last few conversations with our friends…they made me realize that you are that person, to me.”

“You…come again?” Your mouth fell open, your cheeks alight with a blush that he found positively delightful. “W-what do you…you’re not doing this out of pity, are you?”

“Pity? Non, non, amour, never. Never would I play with a woman’s emotions in such a way, let alone yours. I am being entirely sincere, Robin. You are the one I hold dear in my heart.”

“I-I…would like to believe that…but if it’s only come of Lissa’s or Panne’s or Ricken’s harassment…I mean…it’s not sincere, is it?”

“If I were not sincere I would not have done this.” He said as he got down on one knee, and produced the ring. You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to cover the gasp of shock when you saw the beautiful, glittery jewelry he held.

“Virion…!!” 

“I have never felt more strongly about someone until I met you, Robin. I am simply sorry that I had to be given so many hints before I realized it, myself. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I-I…I can…if you promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“You stay with me, always, and…you never take a hint from our nosy friends, ever again.”

“Heh- here I am, down on one knee…yet you’re the one proposing to me. How appropriate.” He laughed to himself, but he nodded all the same, sliding the ring onto your finger with a happy sigh. “I will do everything you ask of me and more, mon tacticienne…everything and more.”