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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 months ago

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First Christmas

Summary: Your new relationship with the Black Widow has you questioning if you should decorate for Christmas because of the red head's complicated past with the holiday.

Warnings: angst with fluff, mention of past trauma

Word Count: 2.4

As they said, you felt a little stuck between a rock and a hard place. Christmas was important to you. It was filled with fond memories of you and your cousins playing in the snow, opening presents early in the morning, and singing Christmas songs around a fire. Christmas meant family. It meant bright lights, white snow, and the smell of cookies. Christmas was your favorite holiday.

Now, you would be spending your holidays with someone else with a more complicated outlook on the holidays. Your relationship with the Black Widow was only a couple of months old. But you’ve known the Avenger for longer as your path crossed the team of heroes daily since you were Helen’s assistant.

At first, the redhead stayed far away from you and the medical team. It seemed common that she wouldn’t be part of the group to get her injuries checked out after a mission. You accepted that was how it was going to be. Until a solo mission left Natasha more injured than she could handle alone, you found her in the kitchen, barely able to stand due to blood loss. You brought her to her room instead of bringing her to the medical unit. You restitched her wounds, cleaned them, and were about to leave, but Natasha asked you to say. A friendship formed under vulnerability, and then a relationship bloomed.

So you sat in your apartment debating whether to decorate for Christmas. Thanksgiving was two days that you spent with your family. Unfortunately, Natasha was on a mission and was due back tomorrow. Some part of you wondered if she took that mission to avoid the holiday. After a rough mission, Natasha told you about her life in Ohio while you cleaned the superficial cuts she got. That mission was created by the Red Room to act like an American family. They filled out a photo album on one day of Christmas, Easter, and summer break to play the part. She told you that she would stare at the empty boxes under the tree and want to rip them open.

Was it a good idea to decorate for Christmas? Would it hurt her? Would it cause a fight, and you would never see her again? Sighing, you stood up from the couch. Fuck it. It was time to decorate for Christmas.

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Her whole body hurt as she climbed the stairs to your apartment, but knowing you were on the other side made it worth it. If you had told the Black Widow that when she defected to SHIELD, she would have someone to welcome her back after a mission, she would have laughed in your face. But you managed to worm your way into her heart. You broke down her walls. It made life less lonely.

Natasha used her key to open the door. It was warm compared to the weather outside. She hated the winter. Tugging off her boots and jacket, a sigh escaped her lips. She heard the sound of the shower and walked into your living room. The record player Helen gifted you was playing, and the Black Widow came face to face with the newest addition to your apartment.

A Christmas tree. The lights were bright and warm. The branches were decorated with red, green, and silver circular ornaments. There were some glass ornaments mixed within that Natasha was afraid to touch. When she took a deep breath in, the smell of pine filled your lungs. “You’re home,” your voice pulled her out of your thoughts and turned around to see you. Your hair was damp from the shower, and you were wearing a sweater that went to the middle of your thighs. “How was the mission?” You asked and closed the distance between you and her. Natasha saw your eyes scan over her possible injuries.

“I’m fine detka,” Natasha whispered. “Just the normal bumps and bruises.” It was a simple recon mission. “What is this?” She pointed to the tree over her shoulder but kept her eyes on you.

You glanced at the tree, then back to the Black Widow, and then to the tree. “It’s a Christmas tree,” you said. The redhead rolled her eyes and turned to face the tree. Tentatively, she felt you press your front to her back, and your arms went around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder when she didn’t pull away from you. She hated how much she felt at ease in your arms. “It’s tradition,” you continued. “In my family to decorate for Christmas after Thanksgiving.” You spoke slowly. “I debated back and forth if I should put it up. I can take it down if it’s too much.”

“It’s your apartment,” Natasha said. “Do whatever you want.” It was easier for Natasha to deflect than acknowledge how you cared about her emotions.

“It’s your home, too,” you kissed the side of her head. “So I can take it down. No harm. No foul.”

“It’s,” Beautiful. Overwhelming. Terrifying. All these words bounced around in her head, but they weren’t enough to describe all these feelings. “It’s real.” She finally spoke. She hoped you understood the meaning behind her words. This was real. Your relationship with her was real. Not fabricated by the Red Room. If she chooses, she could celebrate Christmas with you.

“Come on,” you squeezed her waist, then dropped your arms. Natasha pouted at the loss of contact. “You are home early. Dinner isn’t ready yet.”

You were incredible. Your heart was so good. Natasha worried she didn’t deserve it.

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Natasha was in trouble. You had been a thought in her mind that wouldn’t leave since the Christmas tree incident two weeks ago. Now, Christmas was next week, and Natasha was stuck on what to do. A mission request was in her hand, which would take her away for the holiday. The deputy director gave her the mission without a second thought because Maria knew Natasha wanted to be busy during the holidays. However, Natasha hesitated.

She had someone to spend the holidays with, and Christmas was so important to you. “You are thinking too hard,” Wanda appeared next to her and opened the fridge to take a protein shake out. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” she teased. Natasha huffed.

“I am just thinking about-”

“Christmas. That mission. Your girl,” Wand leaned against the counter across from Natasha. “Like I said you are thinking to hard.” The Black Widow rolled her eyes and stood from the chair with the file in her hand. “Wait, Nat. I just want to help.” Natasha stopped at Wanda’s voice but didn’t turn around.

“I don’t think I can be who she wants me to be,” Natasha admitted. Wanda sighed and walked over to her.

“She just wants you, Nat,” Wanda spoke softly. “She doesn’t want you to change.” The redhead walked over to the couch and slumped down. Her arm went up to cover her eyes, but she knew Wanda followed her and sat down. “Tell me what’s going on, Nat.”

“Why don’t you help yourself and look? You’ve done it before without asking.” The Black Widow snapped. She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. “Sorry,” she winched and removed her arm. “That was uncalled for.”

“It was,” Wanda deadpanned. “But as your friend, I’m still going to help.” Natasha hesitated. Yes, they worked through what happened when the young girl worked with Ultron, but Natasha was still guarded. There was no one else she could talk to about this, and you and Wanda were friends.

“I think I want to spend Christmas with her, but I don’t know how,” Natasha leaned forward and folded her hands. I have never celebrated Christmas before. I never had a reason. I never had anything real like this.” She felt her emotions get the better of her, but she swallowed it down. She remembered having to lie to her classmates about what she got for Christmas. She deserves a perfect Christmas, and I can’t give that to her.”

“Nat,” Wanda sighed again. “She doesn’t want perfect. She just wants you in any capacity. If you aren’t ready for that, then she will understand. Honestly, she would want to cuddle and watch movies with you.”

“And what do I get her?” Natasha questioned.

“I have some ideas,” the Black Widow looked at Wanda, who had a smile on her face. “What are you going to do about that?” She asked and pointed to the mission request. This was her out, her safe guard but deep down Natasha wanted a life outside of constant missions.

“I think Hill can find someone else to take my spot.”

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“You know,” you smiled at your girlfriend’s voice but remained in your current position. “Your back will kill you for how long you’ve been standing there.”

“That’s why I have a wonderful girlfriend who will give me a massage if I ask,” you said, hearing her scuff and closing the distance between you and her. Her warm hands went to the middle of your back and shoulder. She forced you to stand up straight away from the microscope. You moaned in relief, not realizing how sore you were. Her hands dug into the knots in your back.

“Maria gave me a mission,” you nodded and tried to hide your disappointment. Christmas was next week, and you wanted to spend it with her, but you knew better not to push.

“When are you leaving?” You asked as you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the feeling of Natasha’s hands.

“I declined the mission.” Your eyes shot open at her confession. Your brain scrambled over her last check-up. She wasn’t injured, even though you gave her an earful about not wrapping her hands properly before she boxed. Why would she refuse to go? All the time you’ve known the Black Widow, not even an injury would keep her benched. Slowly, you turned around in your girlfriend’s arms.

“Why did you decline the mission?” You asked. Natasha let out a shaky breath, but her green eyes looked at everything beside you.

“Because,” she finally spoke. Finally, her green eyes landed on you. “I want to spend Christmas with you.” It was impossible to stop the surprise noise that escaped from the back of your throat. Embarrassment washed over you, but Natasha ignored it. “Is that okay?” She asked instead.

“Yeah,” you whispered. That is amazing—incredible—everything you’ve wanted. But those declarations would scare her away. “That is okay.” Natasha managed a small smile, kissed you softly, and pulled you into a hug. You felt her heart beating rapidly against her ribs, and you knew your heartbeat matched.

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You were excited. This moment was everything you wanted, but as the clock counted down to Natasha’s arrival, you started to spiral. Talking with Wanda on the phone helped, but your anxiety was going to make you sick. You decided that a glass of wine was needed to help calm your nerves. There will be no cooking tonight, as you ordered Natasha’s favorite takeout. That was in the oven, staying warm. If Natasha was okay with that, you had everything in the fridge for a Christmas dinner. Everything was about making Natasha comfortable.

As you brought the wine glass to your lips, there was a knock on your door. You quickly ran to the door and looked through the peephole to see your girlfriend. She was shifting awkwardly with a Christmas sweater on and a few gift bags in her hand. “Hi,” you opened the door. “I like the sweater.” Natasha rolled her eyes and stepped into the apartment. You took the bags from her so she could take off her boots.

“A gift from Wanda” was a military green sweater with four black cats embroidered and various Christmas items they were playing with. You hummed.

“So I bet I can expect a matching one in my present,” you giggled and looked at the four bags in your hands. “Speaking of presents, who may I ask are these for?” You teased lightly.

“There are for my other girlfriend,” she deadpanned before snatching the bags out of your hands and headed for the Christmas tree.

You made your way back to the wine and waited. One second passed, followed by another. You watched Natasha stand up tall with a perfectly wrapped present in her hand. Your mother had you wrapping presents before you could talk. “Are these,” she paused. “For me?” You decided to tease her, closing the distance with your wine in your hand.

“No,” you smiled. “These are for my other girlfriend.” You used her words against her, but you saw the switch in her eyes from teasing to vulnerability. You put your glass down and covered her hands with yours. “Yes, these are for you. You can open them now or tomorrow, or you can throw them into the fire because it’s too much,” you managed to make her smile. “But these are real. This is real, just like how we will celebrate this very real holiday and how my-,” your eyes went wide from your almost confession. Natasha gave you a questionable look and gave you space to gather your thoughts. You sighed. “How my love for you is real.”

Natasha dropped the present, and it fell to the ground with a thud. A part of you cringed, but you knew it wasn’t fragile. It was worth it when Natasha pulled you closer, connecting your lips with yours. It took you by surprise, but you melted against her and matched the intensity of the kiss. She pulled away, keeping her lips close to breathe in the same air as you. “I-” the Black Widow closed her eyes. “I-” she couldn’t say it.

The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness, an emotion reserved for children. She couldn’t say a simple three-word sentence, but you knew her true feelings. Like everything with Natasha, she used her actions instead of her words. She said, ‘I love you,’ when she made sure you had lunch on a busy day, took care of her injuries, or massaged the knots in your shoulders. At night, her lips traveled across your skin. She let you in.

“I know, baby,” you whispered and kissed her again. Her hands moved underneath your Christmas sweater and traced the skin of your back. It was all too much and not enough. Natasha consumed all of your senses.

“Merry Christmas, dorogoy.”

“Merry Christmas.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #black widow one shot

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vintagebuckybarnes · 4 months ago

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Unexpected Connections

Pairing → Neighbor! Bucky Barnes x Neighbor! Fem! Reader

Total Wordcount → 1.9K

Summary → Living next to the one and only Bucky Barnes and the cutest cat you've ever seen has its upsides, and when he asks you to come along to one of the parties Tony throws, you're about to find out just how good the perks can be.

Tags & Warnings → Mostly canon compliant, neighbor au, Avenger Bucky Barnes, Civilian Reader, Bucky's past is referenced a few times, occasional use of Y/N, fluff, first meetings.

Author's Note → Hi, and welcome to my first story for Bucky! I'm pretty excited to have been working on a story for him, as he's been my favorite since I joined the fandom of the MCU a few years back. I hope you will enjoy this story, and I'm looking forward to creating more and reading everything you all have made, as well.

Bucky Barnes - a former assassin who was brainwashed and used as a weapon, Avenger, and the best cat dad and neighbor you could have ever wished for - is someone you never thought you'd get close to. Not only do you live completely different lives, but you're also socializing in entirely different circles. Despite this, the universe had its plan ready when he moved into the apartment next to yours a little over six months ago.

It's been a few days since your new neighbor moved in, and even though the two of you have run into each other a few times, you never got more than a 'hello' out of him. Today, you're going to his apartment with some of your famous chocolate chip cookies. After checking yourself in your hallway mirror one last time, you grab your keys and the cookie container, ready to introduce yourself.

When you're at his door, you knock a few times, and before you can even think about what could happen, the front door opens, and you're met by a sight you only have ever seen in your wildest dreams. A tall, broad man opened the door while holding a stark white cat in his arms - one of them being a prosthetic, based on its black and gold color. His hair is neatly trimmed, and his beard has undergone the same treatment. What you notice most of all, though, is how his blue eyes are roaming over your face in a questioning way, making you feel a bit nervous.

"Hi, uhm, I am here to welcome you to the building! I'm your next-door neighbor, Y/N Y/L/N, and I brought some cookies for you to enjoy as a gift. Though if I had known you had a cat, I would have made a little treat for them, too," you say, internally chastising yourself for saying something so weird.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N; I'm Bucky and this—" he raises the cat with his arm "—is Alpine, though she already gets plenty of treats from me, so don't worry about that," he says with a small smile. While he wasn't having a particularly good day today, his mood shifted slightly when he saw you.

A soft meow follows his comment as she looks up at her owner as if trying to disagree with him, making you smile at the scene unfolding in front of you. Then, you reach out the Tupperware container with the cookies, and he accepts with a small smile and a soft 'thank you' before you head back. The click of his front door behind you lets you know he went back inside.

Since that meeting, Bucky quickly warmed up to you and your enthusiasm about the things you love. It only took a few weeks for him to open up about his work as an Avenger - which had you gasping loudly - and that he might be gone for weeks on end. That night, you offered to take care of Alpine in his absence, and when she approved of you as well, Bucky was happy to become friends with you.

"Doll?" Bucky asks as he's grabbing a drink from his fridge for you. He just returned from a mission when he found you napping on his couch with Alpine in your arms. You woke up not long ago, but he returned and didn't wake you.

"What do you think of going to one of Tony's parties with me this upcoming Sunday? If you're free, of course," he says with a small smile. He's aware your schedule can be unpredictable at times, with your job at the local bookstore and your volunteer work at the animal shelter, and always wants to make sure you have time to go anywhere together.

"That would be amazing, Bucky! Meeting the Avengers, having fun while getting free drinks, and spending time with you?! There's nothing better if you ask me," you say with a broad smile, which is infectious as Bucky agrees. It would be amazing if you could come with him.

"Okay, I will ask Ms. Jones to watch Alpine for the night then. I was initially going to ask you, but I figured a night with the Avengers would be a lot more fun than to be stuck here with this little goofball," he jokes as he sits down next to you, though she doesn't even open an eye to look at him as he does.

"I don't know, spending nights with Alpine is always fun, too," you tell your neighbor with a giant smile as you pet the white feline's back, her purring intensifying with every passing minute. Your smile is infectious, as Bucky can feel the corners of his mouth curling up, too.

It's the night of Tony's party, and you're ready to go as you hear a knock on your front door, letting you know Bucky is here to pick you up. After his invite, you went out to get a simple black dress that shows off your curves just the way you like, and your hair and make-up are kept simple, as you've never been one to go over the top with things like that.

As you open the door, Bucky can't help but let his gaze wander over your body, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild as he does. While you and Bucky don't have any interest in each other romantically - with him having a crush on his fellow Avenger, Steve, being proof of that - he can appreciate the beauty of women, and this moment isn't any different.

"You look stunning, Doll," Bucky says, and you can't help but smile as you take a moment to take in his outfit, too. He chose a black suit and a golden bowtie, matching his arm.

"You're not bad-looking yourself, either," you say before grabbing your keys and leaving your apartment. The Uber he ordered is already waiting for you two, and he opens the door for you like a true gentleman. When you're seated, he quickly walks around and gets in himself, ready to be brought to the party.

"What's on your mind?" Bucky asks as he looks over at you. Your nerves are clearly visible as you look out the window, and you're clutching your bag for dear life.

"Well, I- uhm... I'm a bit scared they won't like me," you confess as you cast your eyes down to where your hands are in your lap, holding onto the bag to ground yourself. Before saying anything, Bucky grabs one of your hands, making you look up at him.

"Y/N, I can promise you that there is not a single world in which they would not like you. If I'm being honest, you're an absolute ray of sunshine in your day-to-day life, and I cannot wait to share your happiness and kindness with them. I understand the nerves, but you got me to love you, so I'm positive the others are going to love you as well," he says, his blue eyes looking into yours with a soft gaze.

As he tells you this, you can feel the nerves in your stomach settle down immensely. The rest of the drive goes by so quickly that you don't even realize you're there until you see a bunch of flashing lights from the paparazzi at the party, and Bucky is already on his way out of the car to open your car door.

"Ready?" he asks as he extends his Vibranium hand, and you put your hand in his, ready to get out and into the party. He quickly leads you past the paparazzi, and once you're inside, Bucky immediately spots his best friend and crush - the one and only Captain America, aka Steve Rogers.

"Hi," Bucky says shyly as Steve embraces him, and you can't help but smile at this sweet side of Bucky. While they share some small talk, you look around, trying to see if you can recognize any of the other Avengers, but so far, you have only found Steve.

"You must be Y/N; Bucky speaks very highly of you," Steve says with a bright smile and kind eyes, and you nod as you can feel your cheeks heating up once again. His hand feels very large compared to yours and warmer than you're used to, but Bucky has explained that the super soldier serum raises their body temperature, which is why he's never cold.

"It's very nice to meet you, Steve. I have heard a lot about you from Bucky, both from the 30s and 40s, as well as what you two get up to now," you tell him, and this time it's Steve's turn to blush. Before he can answer, you're suddenly approached by a woman in a long red dress and fiery red hair: Black Widow.

"I was wondering when we would meet you—the sweet, caring neighbor he can't stop talking about," Natasha says with a smirk as she shakes your hand. Something about her immediately piques your interest.

"Bucky can't seem to shut up about you, so I'm happy to see that you actually exist," she says with a wink to Bucky, who rolls his eyes before ordering some drinks.

"I'm happy to hear that Bucky has already informed you about me; it makes me feel good that I'm worth talking about," you tell her honestly, and she smiles at your words. Sometimes, you wish to shut up with your blunt honesty for a moment, but it doesn't matter with Natasha. She enjoys people who say what they think.

"Have you met the others yet? Maybe Bucky could help you find the rest and introduce you," she offers, and your neighbor and friend nods with a smile before offering his arm, through which you hook yours. Before you know it, you've met Clint, Bruce, and Thor, who couldn't stop complimenting you, so the only person that's left is Tony Stark himself.

"Is this real? Am I going to meet Iron Man himself?" you ask Bucky with excitement dripping from your entire being, and he hums in approval. You spot the man you're looking for quickly, as he's always a significant presence in every room he's in. As you approach him, your heartbeat rises steadily until it feels like it's beating out of your chest.

"Well, who do we have here? If I'm not mistaken, you're the only Y/N Y/L/N," Tony says in his smooth voice, and the butterflies in your stomach go wild. He always has this effect on women, and you're most certainly not immune to it when he gently grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

"H-hi! Yes, that's me," you tell him with a broad smile, which he reciprocates in his typical manner that melts hearts and ruins panties everywhere he goes.

"It's an honor to meet you, and I hope Bucky will treat you right tonight. Now, go and have fun, you two," he says before being pulled away, leaving you with wobbly knees from the excitement coursing through your entire body.

"I can't believe it, Bucky, I've met the Avengers! Me, a simple human, meeting the Avengers of all people! I can't believe it," you tell him excitedly, your pace of speaking rapidly increasing as you get increasingly excited about what has just happened.

"You're not just a simple human, Doll; you're the best neighbor and friend anyone could wish for, and I'm happy you're here tonight," he says before guiding you to the bar, ready for the rest of your evening to start. The entire time, you're made to feel welcomed by everyone, and you couldn't imagine a better first meeting than the one you've had today - apart from the one you had with Bucky, that is.

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inndelibles · 1 year ago

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Thinking about why Cove had such a hard time getting along with Baxter besides the obvious "he's too direct and flirty and talks funny" thing. Honestly, I think it's that Cove can't get a read on Baxter, and that makes him uncomfortable.

Cove has always been blunt, and even though he's developed more tact as he's grown up, he still values honesty and being genuine as some of the most important things when it comes to people. That's why he vibes so well with MC after all; they've known each other since they were young and MC is always real with him, so he knows he can be real with them too.

Terry and Miranda also fit well with this. Miranda has always been genuine but she's also shy so it might've been difficult for her and Cove to connect, but Terry and his bombastic self helped bring them together. Yeah, Terry is loud and extroverted and a little cooky (I say affectionately bc we stan Terry in this house), but he's real. All those quirks he has are just a part of him, and Cove can see that.

So when Baxter shows up, perfect and cheerful and poised like he doesn't have a care in the world, Cove feels something off. We know that the Baxter Cove first meets is a Baxter that has curated his own image, erasing all of his own flaws and ignoring the parts that make him him. He doesn't let people know what he's really feeling, instead choosing to present someone laid-back and happy about everything. Of course, Cove doesn't know this, but I think he can sense it subconsciously. This black-and-white man he's talking to is putting up a front, and Cove doesn't like that he can't see past it.

And you know what? He is so valid in that.

But I also think that's why he starts to warm up to Baxter in step 4. In the wedding dlc at the end of the reception, he initiates a hug and asks if they're friends, to which Baxter accepts and that makes Cove happy. And in Baxter's dlc, after he apologizes to everyone after the Adams' wedding, Cove smiles and is perfectly willing to start over. 18-year-old Cove would never do any of that for 19-year-old Baxter unless absolutely forced to.

And I think that change has less to do with Cove (though I'm sure his growth helped a little) and more to do with Baxter. In each of those instances, Baxter shows his real self, shows his real emotions, lets himself be vulnerable. The facade is gone, and Cove appreciates that Baxter is finally being genuine.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #cove holden #baxter ward #olba cove #olba baxter

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lilacgaby · 5 months ago

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hiii! i was wondering if you could do “is he proposing or..” with shinsou ?? i lovedddd ur kiri and katsuki ones 🙈🙈

have a lovely day <3

is he proposing or is he sliding his rings on you more often, specifically one you'd never seen before, onto your ring finger?

is he proposing or is paying even more attention to your interests than usual? asking to be added to things like your pinterest boards, seeing your likes on instagram, seeing what softer songs you like, what shoes you prefer, every detail suddenly matters.

is he proposing or is he asking you out more often? you two were homebodies, but he suddenly had gotten the urge to take you out around town.

is he proposing or has he been randomly asking you about what types of venues you like? showing you articles, magazines, and billboards of different places that would be perfect. for what? but he'd never say.

is he proposing or while you were were napping on top of him like you usually would do, you overheard his conversation with his friend, him smilig softly against your skin as he said, "i'm going to marry her soon for sure."

is he proposing or did you two paint each others nails, you'd usually match but this time he opted for you to do a really bad white floral design on his ring fingers, and he did a really cute french tip on you (show off).

is he proposing or is he taking you to the park where you first met, you telling him how cool he was for his performance in the sports festival.

is he proposing or did he plan a picnic, only he chose to get the chinese food from the restaurant you both ate for your first date instead of a normal sandwhiches.

he handed you a fortune cookie as he opened his, he laughed at the thing on his paper. "let me see!"

"no, open yours first." and you did, pulling out the paper that read, 'will you marry me?' "you're joking! stop it--" but he wasn't as he held up a box in his hand, opening it to reveal an intricately designed band that housed a breathtakingly large purple sapphire, accompanied by black diamonds and silver. you noticed it matched the ring you always would compliment on him, saying you'd steal it one day. as you accepted, giving him your first kiss as fiancés, he showed you his paper.

it read,

'new beginnings will spark with your loved one.'

as you looked into his eyes, you knew it was telling your future.

#i was hungry when i wrote this #man i love shinso this should b me fr #lilac asks❤︎︎#hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou drabble #shinso drabble #hitoshi drabble #hitoshi x reader #mha hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x y/n

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soiwj · 7 months ago

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Tasty Treat

Arlecchino x fem!baker!reader

Link to part 2

Very ooc arlecchino

(i dont know her character wel but she's hot, so i thought I'd give it a shot)

Planning on doing research on her though!!

Fuckk i love women omg

Second mini-fic ever how exciting!!

Please request stuff here!! It's hard to come up with prompts ;-;

I wrote this at 3 am so excuse the lack of structure

You start your usual routine of setting everything up for the day, although today is a bit special. Your bakery doesn't have many customers, considering the place it's in is quite remote. A peaceful forrest that's still in fontaine borders yet far away from any other buildings or people.

You chose this place because you appreciate the beauty and peace that nature brings you. The birds whisteling in the morning, the foxes chittering, the sound of tree leaves rustling. Yet that peace comes with quite a heft price. Loneliness. Besides the old lady that lives in a small village near the forrest, you don't get much human interaction. Even though your bakery is quite big and fits lots of people, you don't really have a lot of customers to share it with.

A week ago, you received a business offer from the house of the hearth. Since the bakery near the orphanage closed down, they don't have any establishments providing them things like breakfast treats and pastries. That's why they're employing you. The contract has you preparing and delivering the food to the hearth.

Even though this seemed like quite a lot of work, you accepted. I mean, how could you not? You get to make pasteries for adorable kids, making them smile, AND you get paid? This is a dream come true. After years of sulking alone in the damp forest serving a customer here and there, you get the privilege of a constant source of profit.

After hours of baking, your tired eyes look at the required amount of food stated in the order, and you realize that this is only enough for the kids. How strange that the boss herself did not order anything. Does she eat breakfast somewhere else? Nevertheless, you decide to make something anyway.

After packing up the orders, you start walking towards the orphanage, barely holding on to the several boxes stacked on top of eachother.

As you arrive, you set the boxes down and ring the orphanage's doorbell. An earie ring echoes from inside.

A tall woman opens the door. Her snow white hair with the occasional black streak looks down at you from the doorframe. Her brows furrow slightly at the sight of you, and the boxes.

"Are you alone?" She asks, you're confused, to say the least. "...yes?" You mutter. "How come you've managed to carry all those boxes on your lonesome?" Her sultry voice sounds out as she crosses her arms in amusement, holding back a grin. Before you can answer, you hear who you assume are the kids, walking slowly towards the persumed dining room.

"I'll help you with these," Arlecchino says curtly as she picks up a few boxes to bring to the kitchen. You pick up the last remaining boxes as you tail behind her.

As you and Arlecchino start unpacking and putting the treats on plates, you can't help but think of how different you expected Arlecchino to be. Clearly, her reputation precedes her. All the while your mind is drifting off to several different subjects, you don't notice the red-crossed eyes staring your way.

After the children finish eating, you stay a while, wanting to hear their opinion on the treats. As you basically survey them, you take the time to get to know some of them. Playing games with them and answering their unending questions.

As you realise you've overstayed your welcome, you say goodbye to the kids and quickly leave the orphanage. On your way back, you reach your hand into your purse, trying to take out your cherry flavored gum. You eventually find it but with it a little pink box brushes your hand. The cookie, you forgot to give it to Arlecchino.

Sat in her office, Arlecchino can't stop thinking about the kind-hearted baker she employed. Just looking at her interacting with the kids made something burn up inside of her. A little warmth that warms her cold, unfeeling heart. She looks out the window, hoping to have some reprieve from this strange feeling. Yet it seems the archons are against her wishes as she sees a certain baker running towards the orphanage. Almost tripping on her way. Even though it is foolish to entertain feelings for such a seemingly simple creature, Arlecchino can't help but grin at another interaction with her. Usually, she doesn't like to play with her food. But this time, she might make you an exception.

You stumble into the building as one of the kids, whom you now know is called Tealus, opens the door for you. With the pink box in hand, you stride through the halls looking for Arlecchino's office. As you ask one of the children, they point to the dark, long hallway without windows. How fitting. Your heels clicking softly as you walk over to her black office double doors. This place seems more like a villain's lair than an orphanage to you now, but you digress.

You knock 5 times in a specific pattern you were used to as a child when you hear a stern "Come in." You pull the golden doorhandle as the office window light starts flooding the hallway. You quickly close the door behind you as you step closer to her desk.

She does not look up from the paperwork on her desk as she multitasks without problem. "Why are you still here, baker." Just because she approves of your bond with the kids does not mean she will treat you differently from other people. "I saw there was nothing for you on the order list, so I made you something." You say proudly. You start rambling as you explain how you forgot to give it to her during breakfast.

She interrupts you as she reaches out her hand. "Can I see it?" You're flustered as you quickly hand her the box. She places it down gently on her desk as she lifts the packaging. Facing Arlecchino is a cookie with a white base, decorated with a black and red spider on top. "How adorable," Arlecchino mutters softly. Your soft 'huh' drives her back to reality as she responds. "I'm not very fond of sweet treats. I prefer savory things." She almost chuckles at the sight of your worried eyes locking with hers. "I can make you something else if you'd like? Hmm, although I can't think of many savory pasteries..." As you start naming some options, you reach for the cookie, trying to throw it away, but Arlecchino's quick reflexes hold your wrist before you can get close. "I thought you didn't like it?" Your confusion radiating off of you. "I never said such a thing. I merely said I prefer savory treats." She softly lets your wrist go as she stores the cookie on a desk extension behind her.

From then on, this has become routine, although some things have changed throughout the weeks. Instead of delivering the food alone, Arlecchino stops by early in the morning to help you carry them. Sometimes, it results in small talk when you haven't finished packing the orders yet.

Usually, she doesn't speak much and lets you do all the talking. You fear she's getting annoyed from your constant ramblings, but unbeknownst to you, she loves it when you talk about your interests and things you love.

This was a bit short, but if you wanna see a specific trope with this situation, you can req anything you wantt!!

Might do a part 2 of this idk yet

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #wlw post #wlw #i love arlecchino #i want to kiss her mouth as i sit on her lap

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horrormogai · 4 days ago

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Happy Black History Month !!

[PT :: Happy Black History Month]

So, to not fancify things, shit's been fucking weird and rough since the idiot and chief came back into power. Especially for the POC creators in our community. So here, we want to give a shout out to several black creators in our community who make beautiful labels and flags in celebration of this month!

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BIPOC Coiners ::

[PT :: BIPOC Coiners]

⛧ @vampitsm - An amazing coiner and creator, makes terms based around blackness as well as horror and vampire themes! Also just generally an awesome dude. ⛧ @psychsilk - Coiner who creates genuinely gorgeous flags, its understanding of color theory is just *chefs kiss* ⛧ @xyrthemost - Makes lovely terms, beautiful flags, and is a genuine lovely person to have in the community! ⛧ @mogaimagic - A blog I have been following for some time shey have been made some genuinely gorgeous flags and terms and sheir blog theme is so cute! Reminds me of magical girls :D ⛧ @edwardallenpoe - Has made the amazing black and intersex labels, hys Intersex Stud flag is one of my favorite intersex flags (I don't use it, I just think it's pretty) ⛧@clowncaraz-journal - Made the gorgeous flag term Soul that I think everyone should look at personally. I totally misread // didn't read well enough and that's totally on me, they did not create the term, simply posted it for others. Still a lovely creator to check out <3 The original coiner is pink parthenon on tiktok ⛧ @luniarii - Made the adorable Black Girlkisser flag and makes a lot of beautiful flags based around being sapphic! ⛧ @knwight - A new blog that makes genuinely really gorgeous flags, the kind of designs you'd love a sticker of. ⛧ @pixxiesticksys - A coiner who creates a lot of amazing labels targeted towards atypical dysphoria and reclaiming the slur "mutt"! ⛧ @silverrhythm - A new MOGAI blog to give support! The pokemon theme has my autism eyes staring at their blog <3 ⛧ @the-astropaws - A blog ran by two mods, one black and the other non-black POC. Makes some of the prettiest and loveliest terms <3

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BIPOC Archivers ::

[PT :: BIPOC Archivers]

⛧ @blkmogai - An archive for black and POC terms and creators! Run by @/vampitsm and @abandonedknowledge ⛧ @occuden-archive - One of many archives run by the black creator Eden! He also runs @vior-archive, @fnaf-terms-archive, @undertale-term-archive, @mates-friends-and-loves, @natiden-archive, @homesofhearts, @cookie-run-term-archive, and @xenintation! Be sure to check these archives out if you have an interest in these terms and tag them in anything you make under those terms <3

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Notes ::

[PT :: Notes]

This post is not about me, even though I'm the one making it, the only interaction I care about is the attention given to the users I have listed. I am a simple white boy from Detroit. I do not want you to listen to my voice, I want you to follow my finger as I point to the voices you should be listening to. Along with that, you may notice not many users are listed. I have noticed as well, and I feel that says something about this community. Something that leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I am not blind, I have seen how our community treats POC and it is honestly pretty damn abhorrent. Many users speak over POC voices or simply don't take it seriously. Rather than actively being anti-racist, a lot of people just put shit like "racists DNI" in their rentry's or carrd or anything and call it good. There is no active fight against racism here, simply a passive acceptance whenever it rears its head. If you reblog this post, if you interact with this or me in anyway, I want you to take the time to follow any of the coiners I've listed. POC deserve a space here too. You need to be more than just not racist, you need to be actively anti-racist. If you're a black MOGAI creator of any kind, please promo yourselves in the replies. I will do my best to add anyone who does to this list.

#important #mogai #liom #qai #blk mogai #black mogai #poc mogai #bipoc mogai #liomogai #liomoqai #qaiom #moqai #black history month #black queer #black queerness #bipoc #poc

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echantedtoon · 1 month ago

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch24 A Little Closer

Taglist: @shadyd3ar @jcrml

@tengensangel @miniverse-zen @mysteri0uz @jjamsbangtan

@the-unknown-fandom

@lavenderdropp @mimisweetz. @purplesoulsapphire

@kksmush @denkpanda18 @whomisi @lessthanimperfect @silver-rin

@namis-noodlebox

@k1ttyluverz @akiramente

@rascalraccoon @ravenclawkae1

@gilded-sunrays @crescent-blades

@yukari1k @bloodymarysgirl21

@artbyrebel @abaker74 @lunarluna9482

@rainbowidol @lanabanoms @whatarewe-choppedliver

Remember if you want to be added to the taglist lemme know

(Hearts conquered so far: Gyomei, Sanemi, Tengen, Kyojuro, Suma, Hinatsuru, Makio, Shinobu, Kanae, Mitsuri, and now Obanai. Congrats! You've successfully conquered all hearts! But the journey isn't over yet. The painting Tengen painted is similar to the picture above I found on Pinterest but different. The poem Obanai wrote is also something I found on Pinterest. Also warnings for mentioning of Obanai's scars and the death of most of Tengen's family. The song Y/n sings is Golden Dreams from The Stingiest Man In Town by Rankin Bass linked below.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/600104719130125897/

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=skhZiUkKtkc&list=LL&index=14&pp=gAQBiAQB8AUB )

It was Tuesday. Just a few days until New Year's Eve and the party Tengen and Kyojuro would be hoisting at The Uzui's home. You agreed to go when Kyojuro texted you the day after Christmas inviting you to said party. Of course you accepted since you couldn't remember the last time you were invited to a party surrounded by friends. Actual friends you made that you liked a great deal. However this particular day, you had nothing to do and no one else to do anything with. So you cleaned up your house a little bit before deciding on trying out one of the recipes from your new cook book.

You'd gotten a few Christmas gifts from your friends including a pretty necklace, a cute little throw pillow, and a new cookbook from Sanemi whom looked so flustered when giving you the gift bag it was in. Guess he wasn't used to giving anyone presents outside his partners and family. It was still a good gift however and you settled on trying out the no bake cookies recipe after flipping through the pages trying to decide on what to make. So there you were in one of your aprons mixing the dark brown dough together for the next step of the recipe when you had heard it. The knocking at your door.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

You stopped mid stir blinking up towards the front door as it came again but louder this time. Odd. Who could that be? You weren't expecting anyone today. Everybody else was so busy. Maybe it was the mailman? When the knocks came the third time, you gently placed the bowl down and made your way towards the door. Opening it up and blinking at who was on the other side.

A man your height stood there staring at you. A thick wool scarf around his neck and lower face, and and even thicker black and white coat making him look comically round. Yellow-green eyes stared at you from between the black locks around his face and you instantly knew who you were staring at.

"Oh. Hi, Obanai. I wasn't expecting to see you here." You smiled but you were a little confused by his presence here. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer at first before saying two words. "Totoro kombu."

You blinked. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Totoro kombu," he repeated seriously.

You still stared at him confused at first before it hit you. "Oh. Do you want me to make you more?" He instantly nodded eagerly. "Oh sure. I can do that right now since I got some seaweed. Do you wanna come in? It's cold out there."

He nodded again and you stepped aside to allow him to come inside. He gave a curious look around your house and turned his head hearing you close the door and turning to walk around him.

"I wasn't expecting you y'know."

"Oh." He slowly blinked. "Did you rather that I have not come?"

You shook your head holding up your hands. "No, no. It's not that." You assured him. "If you just wanted me to make you some more food, you could've just called me instead. You didn't have to go out of your way to come all the way here." You paused when a realization hit you. "Wait. How did you get my address?" You know Giyuu and Shinobu gave everyone your phone number but as far as you knew, no one gave Obanai your address.

"I remembered it from when Mitsuri brought me here before Halloween." Ah. When you asked her to help you bake cookies for Kyojuro's party. That explained it. He then reached up to unzip his coat. "I also wanted to return this to you." You watched as he reached into his coat and pulled out an empty tupperware container, the one you gave him that day at the cafe, before he held it out to you. "Here."

"Oh. Thank you. I hope it was ok," you said while taking it from him.

He nodded looking down. "Yes...Thank you."

You smiled at him. "Of course! I'm just happy you liked it. Do you want some hot chocolate while you wait?" Your head nodded towards the kitchen. "It'll take me a while to make you some more food since you caught me in the middle of making cookies."

He hummed before shrugging. "Sure."

"Alright. Come on in and make yourself at home."

He made his way into the kitchen taking off his coat and scarf before placing them on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. His eyes watched her form walk past him and back towards the kitchen, placing the tupperware in the sink before going back to her bowl of cookie dough, starting to pull out enough for a cookie before rolling them up, placing them on a tray covered in parchment paper, and repeating again and again until the bowl was empty and the tray was placed in the refrigerator. He was silent during the entire process just watching her work from his seat at the table.

When her business with the refrigerator was done, she turned to put the dishes she used in the sink and pulled out a mug from the cabinet. The process of making him a cup of hot chocolate was a little longer than he thought was necessary but when she placed it in front of him he understood why. It was one of those fancy hot chocolates like you'd buy at a cafe. Whip cream on top perfectly with marshmallows stuck in its white creaminess, a candy cane and reusable plastic straw sticking out of it, and some spices sprinkled on top to give it a brown tint to the top. Cinnamon or more powdered chocolate maybe?

"Careful. It's hot."

"Thank you."

He'd let it cool down a little bit before he drank it. Instead he just focused on observing her work still, fetching a small pot from the kitchen and filling it with water from the sink before placing it upon the stovetop. Turning it on before she opened the fridge and brought out a jar. From the sight of it, it must've been the pickled vinegar seaweed used for the recipe.

"I see you don't have Kaburamaru with you today," you broke the silence as you just simply continued to work catching his attention. "Is there a reason for that?"

"It's too cold for him to be outside," he said simply, "It's safer to just keep him at home warm in his enclosure."

"Oh, I see." Some splashing sound went off as you poured the seaweed from the jar into the pot of water turning on the stove to boil it. "I suppose winter is no place for a cute snake like him."

"No....He didn't feel detect you as a threat."

You paused looking over your shoulder at him. "Come again?"

He stared intently at you still pointing a hand. You noticed that he still wore a medical mask over his face without the scarf to cover him. "Kaburamaru doesn't like people plain and simple. Even only tolerates some of my partners because he knows that I care about them, but that doesn't mean he likes them. He loathes strangers coming up to me however..." He slowly lowered his hand still intensely staring at you as if you were some kind of revaluation to him. "He hadn't once threatened you anytime you were near me. It made me wonder why that was."

You were speechless for a long moment pausing to stare at him. You never once thought of his snake as a threat. After all he wasn't even venomous. According to Obanai, Kaburamaru was just a harmless albino rat snake. He never hissed at you when you saw him, and you only saw a cute noodle with big eyes staring back at you.

"Well.. maybe it's because I never saw him as a threat?," you offered with a shrug, "I mean he's just a harmless little snake, he's not even venomous. If anything he'd probably be more scared of me because I'm a lot bigger and could hurt him if I stepped on him by accident."

"You aren't scared of him at all?...Why?"

"I grew up with an aunt who had a few pet tarantulas and believes in things like talking to spirits with ouija boards and reading palms to predict the future." You shrugged at his wide eyed expression. "A harmless little snake isn't going to phase me."

Obanai slowly blinked even slower nodding his head. "That..makes more sense now..I guess. But if Kaburamaru sees you as no threat, then that means a lot."

You smiled. "Well I'm glad he's not scared of me. Are you going to drink your hot coco?"

He hummed again but simply just took the straw sticking out of the cup to poke it under his mask, taking a few sips of the sweet drink as you continued to walk around the kitchen grabbing utensils and spices you'd need to make Obanai the food he came all the way out here for. After all you didn't want to be a rude host. He continued to watch you in silence once more as you worked for the next ten minutes taking sips of the drink to not seem rude.. before he stopped glancing down at the drink, contemplating something in his head for a moment, before his eyes glanced back up to you.

"Did you see my face?"

Again you were caught off guard almost dropping the spoon in your hand. "What?"

"On Christmas. My mask was taken." A single finger pointed at his face. "Did you see my face?"

The silence increased in an awkward degree as you both stared. No sounds other than the boiling water upon the stove before you sighed through your nose with a worried expression.

"I did." You decided to be honest with him. "But you reacted so fast running away and covering yourself, that I didn't really get to see what you looked like under your mask." You answered truthfully. And it was true. He reacted so fast it was almost inhuman. "Plus it's been a good while since last week and I haven't been thinking about it." You really hadn't given it a second thought too busy with so many other things, and you thought the whole situation was behind you. So you never thought about it again until Obanai brought it up again just now. "I honestly don't know what you look like under your mask, Iguro."

He still stared silently at you not saying a word before his eyes narrowed suspiciously. They slowly looked you all the way down to your feet before slowly raising all the way up to your eyebrows. He seemed to be studying your body language as well as your expression. Seeming to trying to find a single shred of deceit. But strangely found nothing in your face or posture to back up his suspicions. You only had a concerned frown.

"You... hadn't seen anything?"

"I mean..I did saw what looked like marks-" He flinched and you quickly held up your hands. "-but like I said, I don't know what you look like at all. It was too fast and long ago for me to make out anything about you."

He had tensed up upon your honest answer...but with an inhale slowly forced himself to relax. "I-I see. So you really hadn't seen my face?" You shook your head no and with how your reaction was, he was inclined to believe that this time. "I see." He repeated again but this time he sounded relieved.

"Did...you want me to know what you looked like?"

"NO!!" You jumped again and he seemed to since at how loud he was. "I mean no. I-I'm not comfortable with showing it." Perhaps maybe in the future but definitely not now.

"That's fine. You don't ever have to show me if you don't want to," you assured him turning back to the stove to finish cooking the food. "I won't ever pressure you too and it's none of my business. If you ever do decide to show me just know that I won't judge you but I want you to do it because YOU want to and only if you're comfortable with it. Not because you think you should. We don't even have to talk about them if that makes you more comfortable."

He said nothing as he just stared wide eyed. So you just continued cooking away as the minutes ticked on and the kitchen was filled with the smell of food. Obanai hadn't moved from his spot even when a plate of food and a pair of chopsticks was placed in front of him before you pointed towards the living room.

"I'll be in the living room." You decided to give him space to eat comfortably. You have to wait for the cookies to get really cold in the fridge anyways. "If you need me, I'll be cleaning up in there. Ok?"

He slowly nodded watching you walk off towards the other room leaving him alone to eat in the silent kitchen. Ever so slowly, his hands reached up to remove the mask from his face. The chopsticks left to the side getting picked up and picking up the strands of shredded seaweed before him, making it's way to the scared mouth from the accident long ago. A sigh leaving his nose as the peaceful atmosphere allowed him to relax. Although his head perked up slightly at the sound of a voice singing softly from the other room alongside the shuffling of footsteps and sound of broom bristles gliding across the wooden floors.

"I think of you and my future gleams.~ My mind is filled with golden dreams.~ I think of you and I love you so.~ All the world takes on a golden glow.~ So hold me close tonight, and fill me with dreams of delight.~ I think of you and your love for me.~ And I know that life with you will be more beautiful than it seems in my golden dreams.~"

That was a song from a Christmas movie wasn't it? Although he wasn't sure what movie if it was from one it was from one but he enjoyed listening to the singing and humming in the background as he ate. You decided to busy yourself by sweeping the floors in your living room and under the furniture. Biding your time to allow Obanai some privacy, however you hadn't noticed the man standing within the same room until he cleared his throat. You looked back up and smiled at Obanai awkwardly standing there coat in his arms, mask back over his face, and his eyes looking down.

"Oh. Are you finished?"

He nodded. "Yes. I left the dishes in your sink."

"That's fine." You glanced at his jacket. "Are you leaving now?"

He nodded again. "Yes. I came to do what I needed to."...He slowly looked back up to you again. "Here." He held up a hand holding a small folded piece of paper. "Before I go."

You slowly took it from him turning it over in your hands. "What is it?"

"Something to say thank you for your help. Nothing more."

A gift? But is wasn't Christmas anymore. You curiously looked at the paper before putting the broom to the side and unfolded the paper. On it in scribbly handwriting looked to be..A poem?

'If I'm being honest

it was a disturbingly short

amount of time

between meeting you

and wanting to say

'"I love you."'

You were surprised by the love poem from Obanai of all people and gave him a confused look but he only looked to the side to avoid eye contact. Oh wait a minute. Didn't Tengen mention that Obanai liked poetry? He must've written this as the thank you he mentioned earlier. You looked between the gift and himself before smiling at him.

"How sweet. Thank you, Iguro. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it." He mumbled slipping the cost over his body. "I was just thanking you. Don't take it the wrong way."

"I won't." You beamed at him in a similar way Mitsuri does. "Thank you, Obi. I love it."

He stared before his face lit up a pink and he swiftly twisted to the door swiftly walking away. "Right!Seeyouatthepartybye!!" He quickly forced out as he all but rang out the door leaving you dumbfounded staring after him.

Huh. That was strange but maybe he felt too awkward in the moment or wasn't comfortable with your prescense yet. Either way you appreciated the gift and later pinned it up in your bedroom that night. The rumors Murata had warned you about him was absolutely wrong. He was just as big of a sweetheart as Sanemi and Tengen was. Even if he was a bit strange, he had a good heart.

Another four days passed by. You hadn't heard from Obanai since Tuesday but you didn't expect to when he said he'd see you again at the party. But you were glad for Shinobu calling and giving you a heads up that she and Giyuu could carpool with you much to your delight. If you were going to attend a party until midnight then you didn't think you would be awake enough to drive back home in the middle of the night.

So here you were late that evening sitting in the back of Shinobu's car as she drove herself, Giyuu, her sister, and you to Tengen's home. Already the sky was dark and the first few stars were out. This was very peaceful. It didn't take long to arrive at the familiar fancy Uzui household where other cars were parked and your party walked right up to the door. Snow crunching under your feet and the cold air nipping at your noses. Giyuu got there first and knocked loudly. Just a few seconds later you all heard someone literally run up to the door before it was thrown open and you all were face to face with a beaming Suma.

"YOU'RE HERE!," She cheered loudly before backing up and quickly beckoned you all to come inside. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everyone else is already here!"

The inside was decorated beautifully. Black, white, and gold streamers and balloons were tied up everywhere and a large table of pizza, sodas, and other party food was displayed out on it. By said table you spotted Mitsuri holding an entire pizza box for herself scarfing it down. Next to her was Obanai whom was watching her with adoration. However he turned to as soon as you walked in the door. You smiled and waved at him to which he quickly turned away turning a pink and making Mitsuri blink at him.

"Well if it isn't my flamboyant muse!" Your attention was quickly turned to Tengen whom smiled at you and waved a hand. "I was wondering if you were ever going to show!"

"I wouldn't miss this. Not when you promised to finally show everyone your painting." You'd been anxious to see it ever since he promised to show everyone at the party. "Is it finished?"

"Of course it is! I never lie about my painting skills!," he stated matter of fact as he puffed his chest out in pride hands on his hips. "I put the finishing touches on it just yesterday but you're gonna have til midnight to see it just like everyone else!" A hand was held up. "I want this masterpiece to be my first art showcase for the next year!"

"Ok. Fair enough. I'm so excited to see it!"

His smile turned softer then looking at you. "Y'know...this just might be my new favorite painting thanks to you." He gestured a hand to the table. "Make yourself at home! We're gonna be playing a few games and watching a movie tonight so might as well pregame!"

"Thanks, Tengen!" You smiled at him as he walked away and you turned to go hang your coat up when you ran into Hinatsuru.

"Here. Let me get that for you." She gestured to your coat.

"Oh. Thank you and thank you guys for inviting me to your party."

Her pink eyes softly smiled at you in response as she took your coat. "Actually.. it's us who should be thanking you." You were visibly confused so she sighed. "Tengen often gets very sad around this time of year because of his family's tragedy but you managed to lift his spirits this year. I just wanted to thank you for that."

"Oh. There's no need to thank me. I didn't do much aside from posing for a picture."

"Actually you've done a lot more for everyone here than you'll ever realize."

Huh? What did she mean by that? You didn't get a chance to ask her before she had already turned and left. Well...That was certainly strange but you assumed she was just happy with your attempts to help everyone here and be friendly. Shrugging it off, you made your way to Gyomei whom greeted you with a kiss and an arm pulling you against his side as he continued to speak to Sanemi and Kyojuro about how their classes had been going and discussing some historical facts Kyojuro brought up. Gyomei and Kyo seemed to really enjoy discussing the history of religion and the shrines he loved to visit.

You didn't mind just enjoying the company for now until you felt something like your arm to get your attention, making you turn and look surprised to see Obanai standing there. He stared at you before looking off to the side and holding up a single can of cold soda.

"I-..got you a drink."

You blinked but smiled at him before taking the can. "Thanks, Iguro. That's very thoughtful of you."

He just quickly mumbled something under his breath before spouting out some excuse and walking away quickly. Earning a raised brow from Gyomei and Sanemi but the two were quickly drawn back to Kyojuro when he brought up the name of a famous mathematician from history. None of you noticed the pink and green haired woman who had been watching the interactions between you and her boyfriend VERY closely. You hadn't even noticed Mitsuri following close behind you until you excused yourself from the men to go get some of the pizza on the table. Well not until you had gotten to the table and started to get some pizza.

"Hi, Y/n!"

You looked up and smiled at Mitsuri happily tilting her head towards you. "Hi, Mitsuri. Am I in your way?"

Her head shook braids swaying. "Nope! I was just wondering what you and Oni were talking about."

You blinked. Obanai? "Nothing really. He was being nice and got me a drink. That's all."

She hummed interested in that fact much to your confusion. "Really? That's it?"

You nodded. "Uh huh. I guess he wanted to try and talk more since he visited me."

"Obanai visited you?" The shock and surprise on her face took you aback a bit.

"Yeah? On Tuesday. Did he not tell you?"

"No." Her green eyes glanced up towards said boyfriend but he was busy with Kanae probably discussing the similar sciences behind their studies. "What did he want?"

"Oh. He was just returning the tupperware I gave him a while back." Obanai didn't tell Mitsuri he visited you? That was strange considering how close they were but you supposed he really didn't want anyone to know about what happened. "He also wanted some more Totoro kombu so I made him some."

"Really? That's all he wanted?" She almost sounded disappointed. "You guys didn't talk or anything?"

You shrugged. "We talked about some stuff that happened at the fair last week and he thanked me but that was it." You told her the truth but left out exactly what happened at the fair you two were discussing and what exactly he thanked you for in order to keep your promise to the snake loving man. "Oh. And he told me a little about his snake but that's it."

Immediately Mitsuri's expression when from disappointed to surprise to absolutely BEAMING. "He told you about Kaburamaru?!" You nodded. "How do?!"

Again confused you shrugged. "Just about what kind of snake he was and things like that. Why?""

You just got an excited squeal out of her which wasn't uncommon as she smiled widely. "Obi, told you about Kaburamaru! He only talks about his snake with people he likes!!"

You blinked. "Really?" She nodded excitedly which made you smile. "I guess we're starting to become better friends then!" You were genuinely happy to be making process with befriending him.

Mitsuri had a strange gleam to her eyes but happily nodded in agreement. "Oh yes! Friendships are a beautiful thing! And so are other relationships too!"

You have her a strange look but nodded in agreement anyways. It was true but a strange choice in words. "So how did you like playing Clara in The Nutcracker?"

You both chatted with each other a bit discussing the play before Shinobi announced she was putting in a horror movie she had brought along called simply 'ONI' as everyone waited for midnight to slowly approach. Hour after hour ticked away and despite the movie taking up a lot of the time, you still felt yourself getting more and more tired. So Tengen decided of another way to distract everyone from the time. And arm wrestling contest between the girls. Of course no one was too enthusiastic about that but complied as just a means of passing the time...You probably should've known better when you sat down and immediately Giyuu stood next to you with his arms out ready to catch something. You should've seen it coming when you agreed to go first against Mitsuri-

"Ready? Set. GO!!"

It was all one big blur. One moment you were sitting at the coffee table as Sanemi shouted go, then the next you were flying to the left and into Giyuu's awaiting arms like a goalie waiting to catch the ball. He stumbled back from the sudden force of your body flying into him causing him to stumble back and you both landed in a heap on the floor.

"OH MY GOSH!! ARE YOU TWO OK?!," Mitsuri instantly shouted shooting up to her feet. "I'm so sorry! I was trying really hard to not do it so hard!"

"We're ok." You both slowly got up with the help of everyone else. Now you knew why Giyuu prepared himself to catch you. Mitsuri had insane strength! "I guess this just means I'm disqualified."

It was no surprise Mitsuri had won in the end. Tengen suggested another arm wrestling contest between the guys but that was quickly dismissed in favor of Kyojuro offering to go get Saki for everyone. You declined staring that you didn't drink but Obanai was nice enough to get you another soda surprising everyone else but making you happy.

Hours continued to tick by slowly and slowly until someone realized that it was eleven fifty right. Then everyone seemed to completely stop what they were doing to stare intently at the clock on the wall as the hands slowly moved with each passing second. Two minutes felt like an eternity as the hands carefully turned to eleven fifty nine p.m.. Everyone intensely staring at it with baited breath as the seconds tilted down..

Down..

Midnight-

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

You nearly went deaf from the loud shouts and claps that sounded off around you and someone squeezed you in a happy hug amongst the festivities. Being super tired and fighting sleep,you didn't fight back and just chose to smile at everyone until the cheers slowly subsided and only a happy murmuring was about the home.

"Hey, Tengen! Are you gonna show us that painting you've been boastin' about or what?!"

That made you perk up a bit. The painting you've been posing for hours for. The only one's who's seen it had been Tengen himself and two of his wives. You were VERY interested in seeing it before your body forced yourself to pass out. The silver haired man seemed to beam brightly at it being brought up and placed a hand to his chest.

"But of course! I've been waiting ages to show this!" With a smile everyone watched as he simply waltzed on into the kitchen and a few seconds later he came back out carrying a wooden stand with a tablecloth covering the square top. Covering a painting! He took his sweet time setting it up in the middle of the room, and grabbed the top of the cloth. "Behold! The eighth wonder of the world!" He gestured to it with his other hand. "I call it 'Newest Adoration!'"

With one swooping motion, the tablecloth was torn off the top and fluttered to the floor. A round of awed stares and gasps filled the room and your eyes widened at the sight of what you saw.

It was you!

Well half of you. Your face looked as if it had been magnified, before strands of your f/c hair had been turned into sickened strands flowing in the wind across the soft skin. Your pupil turned into a f/c diamond crying miniature diamonds falling down your cheek like crystallized tears. A few jewelled strands of the crown you wore for the costume dancing around your forehead.

"Well?" Tengen gave an expecting look around. "What do you think?"

"It's so pretty!!," Suma gushed clasping her hands together. "You did it again, Tengen!"

"How the fuck is he able to make them look like real jewels?" "It's lovely! You really captured her complexion." "Good job, Tengen!"

He smiled proudly at the praise it garnered but laser focused back on you as you continued to stare at it silently. Wide eyes looking at the beautiful painting before you just looking at it before slowly an arm half reached out towards it before it stopped and instead your hand reached up to run over your own cheek.

"Is that really me?" You almost didn't recognize your voice, it was so small barely a whisper.

Tengen nodded before rubbing his chin looking over the painting. "I mean I did add a fantasy tweak to your eyes but the rest of the painting is just what I saw when you modeled for me." Magenta eyes glanced over you gauging your reaction. "What do you think, Y/n?"

"... It's beautiful. I-..I didn't think I could ever look that beautiful."

"Are you kidding me? You were always this beautiful! You still are even as you stand there!" He gestured to the painting. "The only difference here is that one version of that beauty is engraved in paint."

A sniffle left your nose. A sleeve reached up to wipe at your eyes before they could start tearing up.

"Aw. Hey, Y/n. It's ok to cry." You felt Mitsuri hug your side patting your head. "There, there."

"I-I don't know what to say. *sniffle* T-Thank you."

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Kinktober Day 18: Spanking

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7590

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, brat taming, forced submission, corporal punishment, non consensual spanking, over the knee spanking (my favorite cmdmdmd), paddling with a hairbrush

A/N: I really hope this one isn't too messy, I haven't been feeling super great and I am posting this at *checks clock* 4:26 in the morning skdnfksnf so please be gentle with me! 🙈

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The Duke of Meropide was a truly infuriating scoundrel!

You’d been arguing with him in his office for almost an hour now and it felt like all you’d done is go around in endless circles. One moment he would in all seriousness shoot down a suggestion or a point you’ve made, and the next he would abruptly ask you about tea or cookies with equal sincerity. You couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and you were quickly reaching the end of your patience with him. Had the topic of reform and rehabilitation of ex inmates not been so very important to you, you’re sure you would have stormed out of his office a long time ago.

“For the final time, my lord, I care for neither your white tea nor your black tea.” You intone as mildly as you can manage given the state of your nerves. “Please, just listen to me for a moment. That is all I ask.”

Perfectly casual, Wriothesley reclines back into his tall chair and brings his hands together over the bend of a propped up knee. “I have been listening. Quite attentively too. However, I just don’t see how your proposal is going to work and I think you might be barking up the wrong tree, miss. My apologies for saying so.”

“No offense taken.” You clench your jaw so tight it hurts. “But why do you think it isn’t going to work? Have I not explained the steps to successful rehabilitation enough for your liking?”

“No, you’ve been perfectly thorough. Excessive, even.”

Spine snapping straight at that, you pin him with a furious look you don’t even try to conceal but he just waves it off without missing a beat.

“The problem is, I don’t think you understand how the Fortress of Meropide functions. It is you who hasn’t been listening to me, I’m afraid.” He continues on, as stony and impassive as ever. “As I already said, the inmates are free to leave once their sentences are served in full. It’s just that the vast majority of them do not wish to return to the surface world and choose to stay here of their own volition. There’s nothing I nor you can do to change that.”

“But — but that’s because there weren’t any systems in place to help them!” You stammer, desperately rifling through your stacks of paperwork and statistics in search of the findings collected on job and housing placement welfare. Finally locating it with a triumphant puff of air, you jump to your feet and shove it at him over the desk even when he tries to once again wave it off. “The proof is right here, your grace. It should take only a moment of your time to read and understand the data presented in this report for someone as no doubt well informed as you are.”

Stilling, Wriothesley steadily meets your look of challenge with a cool stare of his own. A beat passes and then, heaving a rather terse sigh, he reaches out to reluctantly accept the sheet from you. “I’ll look at it but I’m telling you, miss. These graphs and numbers don’t mean anything in the real world.”

“We’ll see about that.” You scoff and cross your arms over your chest, impertinently standing over him while he reads even when you know you’re really pushing your luck here. He was a duke, a by all accounts certificate wielding lord in the flesh and blood, and you, a lowly commoner, had no right to try and force his hand like this. Still, you hold your ground though, confident that you knew what you were talking about when you had the data to back it up. It was he who didn’t understand how the real world worked after spending so much time underneath the ocean in this rust bucket of bolts he called a fortress.

His eyes steadily move over the page, taking in everything at an agreeable enough pace to placate you into silence, and Wriothesley eventually gives his head a curt nod when he reaches the bottom. “I see. It’s just as I thought.”

You have but the blink of an eye to feel the first dawnings of hope start to crest over your heart and then, unceremonious as can be, he reaches over to neatly deposit the paper into the trash bin.

“It’s garbage.”

“Wh - wait just a minute - what do you mean it’s garbage?” You stammer, spit and sputter in white-hot affront so potent you start to feel your cheeks becoming warm. It takes every single ounce of self control you possess not to round on the desk and throttle the life right out of him! “If you didn’t understand the information all you had to do was ask, your grace and I would have gladly taken the time to - -“

“I understood it perfectly, miss, and I am once again telling you that it is your understanding of the situation that is inherently flawed, not mine. You simply can’t make the prisoners do something they don’t want. I trust that you do understand that much, at least?”

“It is not a matter of making them!” You seethe, hands clenching into tight fists at your sides. “It’s giving them a viable option between spending the rest of their lives trapped under the sea or being able to rejoin their friends and family on the surface. I expected you to have at least a little bit of sympathy for the people under your care!”

Heaving another soft sigh, Wriothesley unfolds his legs and sits forward to brace his elbows on the desk in the most impolite slouch you’ve ever seen from someone who was supposedly a part of the aristocracy. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I think I care about them a shade more than you do. We’re talking about people who have made a new place for themselves down here and it would be remiss of me to start kicking them out just so you can get your brownie points. This is their home.”

You jerk as if he’d physically struck you. “Now you listen here - -“

“No. I have listened to you enough for one afternoon, miss.” He cuts across you like the crack of a whip without either raising his voice nor sharpening his tone, but the low rumble in it is still enough to stop you in your tracks.

Eyes widening slightly, you watch him stand from his chair and sedately step around the desk to come loom over you with his imposingly massive frame that leaves you pitifully craning your neck back when he stops in front of you.

“It’s time for you to listen to me now. I’m sure you had good intentions in coming here with this little scheme you cooked up but I’m telling you it isn’t going to work. The inmates who choose to stay here like the simplicity of life in Meropide and the stability it provides them. So long as they work hard and stay out of trouble they’ll have no problems earning a living for themselves but can the same be said about the overworld? What’s going to happen when they get fired from the jobs you place them in after running late one too many times? Or what about when they fall asleep during their shift from exhaustion? Do you know what happens when either of those things occur down here? They simply don’t get their regular number of coupons for the day but they can always come back and do better the next. Will they have that same security up on the surface?”

“T - that’s why rehabilitation is so important.” You rush to say. “We can teach them to reintegrate into society so that they won’t have to worry about things like that - -“

“Everyone worries about things like that, little miss. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”

Your eyes flash at him dangerously. “Do not call me that! In fact, I believe I’ve had quite enough of you at this point! I want to speak to someone else! Preferably a person with something more substantial than rocks for brains!”

Wriothesley scowls at that, narrowing his own eyes back at you in warning. “You can want it all you like but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get it. I’m the only person you need to speak to right now … and I would suggest you reconsider how you’re speaking to me.”

“Hah! Or what?” Riding high on adrenaline and jittery nerves, you impulsively reach out to jab a finger at the center of his big, beefy chest. “You can’t throw me into a cell just because you don’t like the tone of my voice! Is that the kind of operation you're running down here? Maybe when I get back up to the surface I should contact The Steambird about the tyrannical power trip his grace is on!”

He snorts a brief laugh as if the very notion was a ludicrous one, though you couldn’t tell if it was your assertion or the thought that you might go to the papers that he found humorous. “That’s funny, but I don’t need to throw you in prison just to put you in your place, miss. I’m giving you one final warning to knock it off and calm down.”

You take an aggressive step closer to him, head tilted all the way back now so you could see his face past the bulky mass across his pectorals. “Enlighten me then, my lord. What are you going to do to me if I don’t bend the knee?”

“I think I might start by taking you over my knee first.”

Giving a startled jerk, you go stock still and just stare at him for the span of a single heartbeat. The ice suddenly gripping your veins is instantly replaced by a hot, raging inferno that seems to make your blood boil and, seeing red, you viciously bring your heel down on the top of his boot, grinding it in for good measure. “I’d like to see you try it, you ba - -“

His hand shoots up and, much to your squawking surprise, he grabs around the meat of your upper arm to tug you into him, making you stumble and half fall against the bend of his elbow. Before you even have a chance to draw a full breath to berate him with his other hand cracks across the meat of your ass with a deafening whap! The sharp pain is immediate and splintering, rocking you against him with the abrupt impact as your mouth warbles open in equal parts hurt and shock. He gives your arm a tight yank to keep you pressed in against his side when you try to scuttle away, nudging you insistently until you realize you have no choice but to look up at him except … except you’re not sure if you do so with impotent rage darkening your face or if it’s a tearfully remorseful expression he sees looking back at him.

Perhaps it was a frustrating combination of the two?

Wriothesley regards you in contemplative silence for a long moment, his own facial expression not giving much of anything away while the blinding sting across your backside gradually settles into a constant burning throb, but you don’t know what else to do other than stand there and wait for him to say something. You couldn’t believe he’d struck you like that — like a child! You’d only just met the duke today so for him to be putting his hands on you like that was beyond ridiculous, and completely inappropriate. But for as mad as you were, even for as much as your body trembles with frantic, clawing anger, you didn’t quite trust yourself to speak just yet … he would hear about it soon enough. In great detail and at even greater length, once you’d recovered enough to not need to worry your voice would crack and waver over your words. Very soon indeed.

“I told you what was going to happen,” He says at last, perfectly calm and even toned as ever considering he’d just hit you. “Didn’t I, little miss?”

Glaring daggers at him, you give your body a furious wrench against his hold but he keeps you in place easily enough. His hand was just so big it seemed to nearly encompass the total width of your bicep, allotting him the perfect hold on you that would only cause pain and discomfort if you were to truly struggle which left you with very little in the way of options. Grudgingly, you go still again and petulantly turn your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him any longer. You needed to focus on calming yourself before anything else. Acting rash now was only going to get you hurt.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” You finally manage to hiss. “But you've got a lot of nerve to put your hands on me like this.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” He volleys right back, not missing a beat, and you irritably twitch when you realize he’s thrown your own words back at you. He’d be in for a rude awakening soon enough, if you had any say in the matter.

“Enjoy your fun while you can, your grace. I was only bluffing earlier but now I think I really will go to The Steambird and tell them everything that’s transpired here today! What do you think about that, hm?” Impulsively, you whip your head back around to pin him with a biting look of challenge, but he just lifts his brows up at you as if in surprise.

“I think you are indeed a mouthy little brat in need of a good spanking to correct that attitude of yours. What are you going to do at The Steambird then? Take your pants down to show them your red bottom and let them take pictures for the morning paper?” Clicking his tongue, Wriothesley shakes his head as if in disappointment. “You’re not thinking this through all the way, but I suspect that’s a problem you regularly struggle with. Come, let’s get you sorted out.”

You suck in a horrified, raking breath when he shifts as if to move back towards his chair and quickly dig your heels into the ground to stop it. “W - wait! You can’t do this!” You wail, and a foolish pitter patter of hope skips across your chest when he actually pauses to look at you again. Maybe you could still talk your way out of this. It might cost you some of your pride, but that seemed a reasonable sacrifice given the situation. “Ah, what I meant to say is … I’m sorry?”

A sudden, clipped bark of laughter bursts out of him. “No you’re not.”

“I am, really! I’m very sorry for, um, stepping on your boot like that. I’ll have it cleaned and polished if you’d like. Just please let me go. Please?”

“I don’t think so.”

Wriothesley starts to pull you into motion again and you reel back against his hold even when it makes his thick, blocky fingers sink into the meat of your arm. “Wait! I promise I’m sorry, I really, really am! I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

Breathing out a patient sigh through his nose, he gently (surprisingly so) tugs you around to stand in front of him even when you stumble and drag your feet in a blithe attempt to avoid compliance. “You’re only sorry right now because you’re in trouble. I’m going to give you something to think about and a chance to reflect on your actions, and then you’ll really be sorry. Is that clear enough for you, miss?”

“You can’t do this …”

“Oh, but I can. Take a look around you and tell me where you’re standing. This is my fortress which means I get to make the rules here. If I decide bratty girls who like to run their mouths even after being told to calm down — repeatedly, might I add — need a spanking to get them in order then that is exactly what’s going to happen. And do let me remind you that I gave you plenty of chances to heed my warnings but you didn’t. You can thank your own attitude for getting you into this predicament.”

You try very hard to keep your expression in check but you’re pretty sure you fail rather miserably at it, and a flash of that vulnerable fear still manages to creep into your face. “I am not a child!” You insist, shuddering violently. “You can’t treat me like one! That’s not fair!”

“Oh, I’d say what’s not fair is barging in here like you own the place and not listening to a word I say. You’ve certainly acted like a child so I think I’m perfectly in my right to treat you like one now.”

Not giving you a chance to think of something else to say and further stall, Wriothesley suddenly swoops down and curls his arm around your thighs so he can yank you right up off your feet. You choke in surprise as much as at the sudden rush of movement, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it when he straightens up with you clutched across his front. Stinging hot tears flood your eyes all at once and you seethe, kicking and flailing, as he effortlessly carries you back around to the desk. It’s like you barely weigh anything in his arms which neither shudder or strain to hold you no matter how wildly you try to fight him. Even when he takes his seat again he still manages to much too easily manhandle you into place across his lap like you weren’t even struggling with every single ounce of strength you possessed.

In shockingly quick order you find yourself spread across his legs, on your tummy, but still you hiss and twist until his hand abruptly strikes across your upturned ass again. You jump so hard you nearly collapse right then and there but the thick, burly arm now curled over your trembling body keeps you firmly in place when you lurch. Wheezing frantically, you try to push yourself upright but it’s no use, and his palm swats you over your pants again, rapidly draining you of the energy to keep up the effort any longer when it hurt so bad it seemed to rob you of the ability to even think straight. Mewling at the deep hurt, you jerk forward at the next strike and let out a pitiful, broken little sob.

“I warned you to stop.” He reminds you again, falling into an easy steady rhythm. Whap, whap, whap, whap. One cheek and then the next, each hit somehow worse than the last as the burning sting grows and spreads across your defenseless backside. Even your desperate squirming was not enough to dissuade him from finding his mark as he peppers your sit spots in quick, agonizing succession. “I gave you so many chances too, but you just wouldn’t listen. Why is that, huh? Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners?”

“Please stop — oww! T - that hurts, you damn brute — oww!”

“Keep it up and I’m just going to keep adding more. When you can’t sit right for the next week you’ll think back on this, I promise you that.”

Clenching your teeth, you fiercely try to keep the tears at bay so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you cry but the intense, constant crack of his hand on your ass soon wins out and they start to track wet lines down your burning face. You sniffle sadly and weakly kick your legs out behind you, making an attempt to curl them up and shield your already sore behind, but he just roughly tugs you further across his lap. Abruptly finding yourself slipping forward to half dangle over the side of the chair, you gasp and mindlessly stiffen up across his lap to stop your balance from tipping. That quickly proves to be a mistake though when the tense way you’re now holding your body just seems to make it hurt even worse, and you plaintively shake your head with a wordless shriek.

“Please stop it, your — ah! Your grace! I’m begging, I can’t — oww!”

“Perhaps you should have thought of that before you kept acting up.”

Whap, whap, whap, whap

“Ow, ow, owowow, ow! You’re … you’re doing it too hard! Stop it!”

Wriothesley chuckles somewhere far above you, the low timber of his voice blanketing over your muddied senses to make you shiver. “Actually, I don’t think I’m going hard enough yet. Not for the way you were behaving. Not to worry though, all in due time. This is just the warm up, after all.”

You go stock still across his legs, your heart skipping a long, harrowing beat. A warm up - -

“Yeow! Sto - ah - ahhhp! Please!”

Whap, whap, whap, whap

Hanging your head low, you openly sob and kick at the air now, clutching his thick boot with one hand while the other hangs onto the chair leg in a death grip to somewhat steady yourself. The sharp stabs of pain seem to chip away at your consciousness bit by bit, each slap of his massive hand taking with it a little piece of you each time it recedes. You’re so dazed by the constant onslaught that you almost don’t notice when he abruptly pauses and grabs under your arms.

Then you’re suddenly being hauled up and forced to stand on legs that immediately threaten to give out under you but Wriothesley just guides you around to stand between his legs. Furiously trying to wipe the evidence of tears from your face with a sleeve, you blearily watch as he brings his hands up to unbutton the front of your pants which he unceremoniously tugs down your legs to leave them bunched around your ankles. You can’t help but gasp, your cheeks burning even hotter at having your panties suddenly exposed to him, but you don’t get the chance to so much as suck in a shuddering breath let alone actually voice your protests.

Just like that, he’s dragging you back down over his lap and you twist against his hold with renewed fervor, clawing viciously at any part of him you can reach. His palm mercilessly swatting you across the back of your underwear freezes you in place though, and you let out a high pitched, keening sound at this new level of hell he’s introduced you to. It’s so much worse without your slacks in the way and just the thin layer of cotton to protect you from the full brunt of his punishing slaps. You’re so caught up in trying to process the extent of it when he shifts over top of you that you don’t even think to shriek at him to stop — but then his unoccupied hand fists the material of your panties and yanks them up to pull firm against your screaming backside. You outright squawk and choke at the sensation only to realize what he’s doing a split second later when he swats your ass again and the hurt suddenly feels like it’s skin to skin.

Howling in distress, you jerk and writhe against his legs but Wriothesley’s hold on your underwear effectively stops you from crawling away. You simply can’t escape it and the space between your ears is soon once again filled with the sharp swat! of his hand lighting you up. It was easily the worst thing you’d ever experienced, even putting aside the inherent humiliation of being spanked over his knee with your pants around your ankles.

“Waaa - aahhaaaaaa! Your grace, I - I’m sorry … owwww!”

“Are you now?” He murmurs, punctuating the soft tone of his voice with two blistering slaps, one to each cheek to leave you withering in his hold. “And what are you sorry for, little miss? Come on, speak up.”

That was incredibly difficult to do when he wasn’t letting up on your ass for even a moment but, hoping against hope that placating him might make this end quicker, you suck in a haggard, gasping breath to steady yourself. “I’m sorry for - eek! I’m sorry for all the rude things I said to you earlier! Oww! I - I shouldn’t have come in here and - ahh! Ahh! I shouldn’t have disrespected you in your fortress, your grace! I promise I’m sorry!”

“And what else?”

What else? What else even was there!

You desperately try to think, to figure it out, but your head is swimming so fast you start to think you might pass out. Loosing a broken moan, you agonizingly kick back and try to find purchase on the floor, only succeeding in half sliding off his knee. He easily readjusts his hold and rather meanly pulls harder on your panties though, making you squeal when they dig into your cunt and it essentially forces you to straighten your legs instead of slouching away from the continuous barrage of his hand. You choke on some kind of mindless animal sound and try to shove yourself forward in your desperation but he just spanks you even harder for the trouble.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“I don’t know!” You cry out, dancing on the tips of your toes as if that would somehow alleviate some of the deep, throbbing ache encompassing your rear end. “I don’t know your grace, I don’t know but I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

You just barely manage to catch the sound of him clicking his tongue over your wailing. “How can you be sorry for something if you don’t even know what it is? You’re really not taking this seriously, are you?”

“I am!”

He stops so abruptly you lurch, gasping, as if he’d followed through on delivering the next blow. Shuddering uncontrollably, you warily twist to look over your shoulder with big, wet eyes to watch him fold your panties down over your ass to join your slacks around your ankles. Realizing what he’s doing your fight or flight instincts seem to kick in like never before, and you hysterically wrench against his hold. To your stumbling surprise you actually manage to slip free for a split second, for the span of but a single heartbeat, and then he’s reaching up before you can get your trembling legs to cooperate and he roughly tucks you down across his thigh again. This time with that heavy, corded steel arm locked around your waist.

“Wait, wait, wait - -“

Smack!

Your ass promptly erupts in splinters, every single nerve ending in your behind vibrating numbly at the impact. It punches the air right out of your lungs, leaves you gasping for even a sliver of air, but he doesn’t give you a chance to fully process the hurt. Smack, smack, smack, smack! The crack of his hand across your bare skin sounds deafening now and you shake uncontrollably as you cry out in unrestrained agony. Back and forth between each burning red, swollen cheek, he pays equal attention to both sides until it feels like the tingling flesh is quite literally on fire. You writhe against the blinding hurt and sob so hard the shudders wrack through you from head to toe even as you weakly try to push up and squeeze through his arm. It’s no use though. Wriothesley’s hold is as good as iron and all you can do is wrench at each blistering crack without any way to escape it.

“Well?” He expectantly prompts, but you’re a little too far gone in the swimming daze to properly respond now, just noising a series of incomprehensible whines and mewls with every strike. Quickly picking up that you were slipping under now, he breathes out a stilted sigh. “If there is but one thing you take away from this,” He intones, still bringing his palm down again and again, and again. “Let it be to pick your opponents more wisely in the future. You don’t just get to walk in here and start calling the shots, do you understand me?”

You croak out something that might be a yes, incomprehensibly slurred between all the tears and snot running down your face, and the sad little hiccups making your throat constrict. That seems to be good enough for him though, and he just presses on.

“I was nice enough to invite you to come to Meropide,” smack, smack, smack, smack “Even though I could have turned you down right from the start. I already knew your little pet project wasn’t going to pan out,” smack, smack, smack, smack “But I figured I’d at least hear you out first and this is how you decided to repay me? Despite what you probably think, I don’t like having to punish people,” smack, smack, smack, smack “But I’m not about to let some upstart little brat come in here and try to tell me what my inmates need. You don’t know the first thing about this place no matter what all your worthless charts tell you.”

Smack, smack, smack! Smack!

You flinch, weakly rocking forward when the next slap never comes. Groaning thickly, you squirm and dance on your feet, trying to shake off some of the discomfort even though it’s useless, but still he just sits there. You’re distantly aware of him breathing a bit heavier than before, either worked up from the act itself or the physical exertion of delivering a sound spanking, and you just whine low in your throat at the resounding throb throughout your body. It seems to claw through you and set every single nerve to trembling vibration, leaving you quaking violently in his hold.

Finally, what feels like an eternity later, Wriothesley draws a steadying inhale. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Y - yes …” You croak out with no shortage of effort, but his blocky fingers just dig into your hip to give you a brief jostle

“Wanna’ try that again?”

Your already strained heartbeat somehow manages to become even more wild at the panic that rushes in to smother over you. What did he want? Would he spank you again if you didn’t figure out the answer?

“Yes, sir?”

“That’s better.” He relents, giving your shuddering thigh an amicable pat. Silence descends over the office for a drawn out beat and then he suddenly leans forward, half dragging you with him while he opens one of the drawers on the desk to rummage around. “I don’t think you’re really sorry, not yet. But you will be soon. I know I have that damn hairbrush Sigewinne gave me somewhere.”

A hairbrush?

Your blood turns to ice at the implication, and the fresh wave of fear that abruptly grips you in a chokehold seems to clear some of the fog from your head. You could think just a little bit clearer now and you did not like where your thoughts were going, not one bit. Surely he wouldn’t actually take it that far after already abusing your ass so much with his hand.

“Your g - grace?”

Ignoring or just not hearing the weak little mouse squeak, Wriothesley settles back into his chair again, grabbing a pinching handful of your inner thigh to drag it over his knee once more. He doesn’t quite force your body across his lap but he does make sure you’re stretched out in a rather inelegant sprawl that leaves your legs embarrassingly spread and you start to shake in earnest now. You hadn’t thought it was possible for the human body to vibrate at such a high frequency but that's exactly what seems to be happening as the crushing reality of the situation gradually settles over you like a shroud.

And then, the press of something solid and flat touches your burning ass, and you practically jolt right up off his legs altogether.

Your skin crawls with it making you feel truly sick and nauseous even as you frantically try to twist your neck around to see. He’s got you at such an awkward angle though that you can’t make out much of anything and your panic rapidly starts to ratchet up into damn near a full on attack until he gently taps the object against your behind to pull your attention back into the moment.

“I’m going to give you twenty spanks with this brush, little miss. I want you to count them, and don’t forget to show me some respect while you do it.”

“I - I - I can’t, sir, I can’t, I can’t take anymore, p - please, it’s too much - -“

“Hush. I’ve got you,” He coos, unexpectedly gentle and soft, but it doesn’t do much to ease your heaving gasps or the erratic pounding of your heart. Still, you find yourself grudgingly getting pulled into that tender croon and you make a conscious effort to calm down even as you sway unsteadily over his thigh. “You’re alright. You’ll just get yourself all worked up over nothing acting like that. Deep breaths. That’s it. Now take another for me. Good girl. See? You can listen when you want to. It’s not so bad, is it?”

He offers the pudge around your hip a reassuring, possibly even approving squeeze when your breathing starts to slow to a normal, wheezing pant rather than the thin lungfulls you’d been sucking in just moments ago. You decidedly disliked him a great deal, perhaps more so than you’d ever disliked any one single person in all your life, but you were at least glad he was able to keep you grounded. Never mind the fact he was the cause of it to begin with, you were just thankful it didn’t feel like you were going throw up and pass out anymore.

And still the throbbing burn across your ass keeps pulling tiny little whimpers from your dry throat. It really was too much.

“Is it necessary?” You finally manage to rattle out.

“The brush? In my eyes it is, yes. This will show me whether or not you’ve been paying attention this whole time, if you can be respectful towards me throughout this last leg even though you’ll probably want to curse me to high heaven and back. If you can tell me you’re really sorry when we’re done then it will be over. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

Groaning in defeat, you hang your head low and just take a moment to think. Your options were regretfully limited but … you wanted to trust him at his word and, more importantly, you just wanted to have it done and over with already. The pain crawling across your backside was immeasurable, gradually receding to a dull, distant, but no less teeth clattering ache that reminded you it was there with every thrumming pulse, and he was right to say you wanted to curse him for it. You would have given anything to do just that but Wriothesley had made it clear what he expected of you. Obedience, compliance, respect.

Perhaps you should have expected no less from the reclusive Duke of Meropide but you certainly would not be making this mistake again.

“Yes, sir.” You whisper into the stillness at last, a sort of numb surprise curling over you at the lack of bite in your own voice. You’d expected to hear bitter tears, anger, defensive pride, not … such a soft, almost shaky little note of submission.

The very idea that his unjust treatment of you had somehow accomplished exactly what it was meant to chills you almost as much as it brings you a strange sense of comfort which he only further enforces by warmly caressing his unoccupied palm over the curve of your bare waist.

“Good. Then let’s get started.”

An expectant pause and then — whap!

You violently lurch, dizzy and disoriented from the sudden intensity of the impact. It was so different from his hand, so hard and unforgiving that it made your stomach feel like it was about to burst right up out of your throat. Reeling and weakly gasping in the aftermath, you futilely arch against the sting, kicking your legs out, but there’s no escaping it or shaking it off. The pain seems to engulf you all at once, making you choke on a haggard, gutted little sound. Like you couldn’t even scream around it and only whimper in breathless, mind numbing agony.

“O - one, sir.” You finally manage to rattle out to his humming satisfaction.

Whap! On the other sore cheek.

“Oh! Oh, oh, oooohhhh, n - nnghhnhn!! Two, sir …”

Whap! Back to the first. Whap! The second again.

You can’t quite formulate the words now, just laying there spread out on Wriothesley’s lap while your legs uncontrollably shake and you suck in quick, faltering thin gasps of air in an attempt to reorient yourself. It was like the sharp, oppressively heavy stroke of the wooden brush was knocking your brain around and making it hard just to remember how to breathe. Sniffling back a rush of fresh tears, however, you force your mind to stay focused in the here and now rather than drifting off to some faraway place where you currently weren’t getting your ass beat. And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? Why he was making you count like this, to keep you firmly planted and present to ensure your attention didn’t start to slip at the first chance and you remained attentive for this final part of your trial. The sadistic bastard.

“Four, sir …”

Whap! Whap!

“O - oooh, gods … s - six, sir.”

Whap! Whap!

You have to take a moment to collect yourself, to breathe through the sickening pain that encompasses your backside, and he waits patiently until you eventually lift your head again. “Eight, sir.”

Whap!

“Eeekk! Ahh, ah … nine — ahhn, sir!”

Dazed and more than just a little lost in the hazy delirium swimming around your head, you slowly start to find and grasp at a tiny fraction of your inner strength. Your voice comes quicker, albeit thinner, as you hold your breath tightly over the course of the next few swats of the brush, finally seeing an end in sight just over the horizon. A few more and then you would be done. You could leave this place and never see the duke again for as long as you lived.

“Fifteen, sir!” You hear yourself blurt out, nearly sobbing in relief only to choke on it when the next swing cracks down on the opposite cheek a second later. Seething viciously, you shake for a moment before gritting out the next number. And the next.

You’re practically hysterical when you finally get to nineteen, all but blubbering across his lap, but you take the last strike like a champ, squealing a cursory, “Twenty, sir!” And then immediately giving in to the urge to dance on your toes, trying in vain to chase away some of the skin crawling ache by moving around. He leans back into the chair, just giving you a moment to process it on your own terms, before eventually loosening his arm around your middle so he can help you up. You move gingerly and wheeze through the process of getting your jelly filled legs underneath you but, at last, you find yourself standing between the wide spread of his knees and you cautiously reach back to rub your sore bottom.

You regret it immediately, hissing at the intense heat coming off the abused skin as much as the stabs of pain just brushing your fingertips against the tender area causes. But before you can truly process the full brunt of it, he takes your wrist in hand and tugs it away from your behind so he can hold it between the two of you instead.

“You’re welcome to try but it isn’t going to do much to take away any of the pain. You’ll have that reminder in the back of your mind for the next few days, any time you sit or your clothes rub against it.” A pause while he studies you with that frustratingly impassive expression, taking in your wet face, the clumps of your eyelashes where they’re sticking together, the distant look in your eyes. He takes it all in and then offers you a small, brief smile. “Are you sorry now?”

You almost choose petulant silence but, not wanting to tempt fate any further, you slowly nod your head. “Yes, sir. I’m very sorry for how I acted towards you today, and for not listening when you told me to stop. I won’t do it again.”

“Good girl.” Giving your fingers a quick squeeze, he reaches down to take hold of your hips in both of his massive hands and carefully guide you back a step so he can rise to his feet as well. “Alright, go stand in the corner. Face the wall and keep your cute bottom uncovered.”

Immediately planting your feet into the floor when he tries to nudge you in the general direction of the wall, you send him a flustered look of warning. “You said that would be the end of it.”

“It was, and you did so well for someone whom I suspect hasn’t been spanked nearly enough in her lifetime. But,” Wriothesley quickly holds up a hand to stop you when you draw a sharp, scathing breath to snap at him with. “It’s usually customary to give you a chance to further reflect on your punishment while the sting settles the rest of the way in. Besides, I need to run down to the infirmary to get a cream for your butt and you can’t very well sit down right now, can you?”

“You are infuriating!” You practically spit at him, fists clenching with the urge to reach out and punch him square in the solar plexus. “What exactly do you think this is, your grace? A fun little afternoon we’ve shared together over tea and gossip? I don’t want your stupid cream! I want to leave this place and never be forced to look upon you ever again, do you hear me?”

“Oh, I hear you loud and clear.” Wriothesley murmurs with an accompanying quirk of his brow to go along with it. “Gotta’ say though, I wasn’t expecting you to bounce right back to your earlier attitude so fast. Usually brats like you need a bit more time to recoup some of their charge after getting it all out of their system like that.”

You reel back in abject shock. “Brats like me? You have some nerve acting like I’m the problem when you just - -“

He reaches up quicker than you can react and abruptly pulls you into the front of him, one hand lifting to cradle your head against the firm, muscular wall of his body while the other curls around your back so you can’t escape. Your skin positively crawls at the contact, lips pulling back in a vicious snarl, but then … he just gently rocks you back and forth, softly petting your hair while he does it, and you go stock still in your surprise. You didn’t understand it. What he was doing or why he was doing it, and you understood even less why it almost made you feel a bit — funny inside. Tingly, almost.

“There, there,” Wriothesley murmurs, just holding you tightly enough to prevent escape but still soft enough not to smother. “Is this what you need instead? I didn’t take you for the sort but I have no problem giving it to you as long as it gets rid of that grumpy frown for a little while. You’re way cuter when you don’t look so damn mad …”

You stand there for a long beat unsure of how to react. Knowing you should kick up a fit, fight him tooth and nail, drag his name through the mud for how he’s treated you here today and yet — somehow the heat of his body, the heady scent of his muted cologne seems to drain the fight from your body. It leaves you feeling empty and hollow, and a sudden rush of emotions quickly floods in to replace it all. You don’t really understand it, nor are you entirely sure you want to, but you were a little too tired to keep up the pretense any longer. Not while there was a veritable storm whipping up inside your chest.

Eyes watering with a new, inexplicable sheen of tears, you slowly bring your hands up to clutch at his waistcoat. Maybe it would be okay if you entertained this for just another moment longer … maybe you could attack him when his guard was down after you’d finished fighting back the sobs suddenly threatening to wrack through your body. He’d chipped away at you, wiped the slate clean, so to speak, and now he was filling you back up with a comforting warmth you wouldn’t have expected from him given his icy demeanor.

You still weren’t particularly fond of his methods but at least there was some amount of peace to be found in his embrace, and you may or may not have liked it just a teeny tiny bit. Not that you’d ever admit that to Wriothesley, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You could certainly keep the secret.

⭐

Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #self insert bullshit

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queensharotto · 9 months ago

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 6: Early 2024)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs while ✨ will indicate someone’s interpretation of Y/N Cookie.

Additionally, many people proved art to showcase to Brittle, which will be indicated by this: 🖌️. I will also mention who provided the art.

January 2024 ❄️

• “League of Evil Cookies”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie and the Gem Mermaid Family

• “Play with Me?”

Featuring: Longan Dragon

• “Forced Connections” ⭐️🖌️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie (debut), Y/N Cookie’s Family, Financier Cookie, Kouign-Amann Cookie, Almond Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie

Art by runebrave

• “Protective Siblings” ⭐️

Featuring: Tartar Cookie and Nutmeg Cookie

• “Final Days”

Featuring: The Five Beasts and Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “My Cherished Star” 💗

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie

• “Possession of the Abyssal Pearl” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Slumber”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie and the Faerie Kingdom Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie’s Soulstone”

Description of Y/N Cookie’s Soulstone

• “Slumbering Flower Awakens” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “Imprisoned”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Favorite Gifts”

Featuring: Eternal Sugar Cookie

• “Memories of Sorrow”

Featuring: Primordial Y/N Cookie/Benign Butter Cookie

• “Lots of Questions”

Featuring: Librarian Faerie Cookie

• “Kingdom Interactions”

Featuring: Crimson Coral Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Linzer Cookie, Chili Pepper Cookie, Oyster Cookie

• “MASH” 👻

Featuring: The titular entity known as “MASH”

• “Pink Swan”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Sandwiches”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie, Sandwich Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie and Baguette Cookie

February 2024 💝

• “Trying to Enjoy a Sauna”

Featuring: Orange Cookie, Lemon Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, Cappuccino Cookie and Muscle Cookie

• “Reason to Stay” 🖌️

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie

Subsequent art by sei-cookie

• “Envious Ex”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “Feeling Romantical”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie and the other beasts

• “Storm Warning” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie, Seaweed Cookie, White Pearl Cookie and the Gem Mermaid Family

• “An Obessive Cupcake” ⭐️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie

• “Shadow + Butter = Envious Beasts” 🖌️

Featuring: The Five Beasts

Art by ax0lotly

• “Challenge Accepted”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Black Raisin Cookie and the Inhabitants of the Golden City

• “Noble Angel vs. The Lying Jester” 🖌️

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie

Art by @/ax0lotly

• “Snow Filled Fun” 🖌️

Featuring: The Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

Subsequent Art by @/sei-cookie, colored ver by me

• “Shadow Milk Melody” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

Art by hugemilkshake

• “A Witch’s Castle”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends

• “Meet Sweet Biscuit Cookie” ✨🖌️

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies and Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Art by @/sei-cookie, colored ver by me

• “The Golden Goddess’s Greatest Treasure”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Faerie Friends”

Featuring: The Inhabitants of the Faerie Kingdom and Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Beating Your Dough in the QRTs”

Featuring: Captain Ice Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie, Almond Cookie and String Gummy Cookie

• “Kingdom in Mourning”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Cringe Day for Chocolates” 💝

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, and Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “With Baker’s Love” 💝

Featuring: Yogurt Cream Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, Strawberry Cream Cookie,

• “Ancient Heroes’ Gifts” 💝

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Two Sides of Compassion”

The Light of Justice and the Vitrue of Scorn

• “Doll of the Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Even More Heartbreak 2: Mermaid’s Lament” 😞

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie, Lord Oyster, Mystic Opal Cookie, Abalone Cookie, and Crimson Coral Cookie

• “Watching Over Sleeping Beauty”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Pizza Time 2: Delivery Boogaloo”

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

• “Bake It Till You Make It 2: Tasty Delights” 🍪

Featuring: Crunchy Chip Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Raspberry Cookie, Pastry Cookie, Clover Cookie, and White Lily Cookie

• “The Earthbread Big Seller!” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

Art by @/hugemilkshake (view their Y/N Cookie)

• “Get in Loser, We’re Getting Hitched!”

Featuring: Princess Cookie and Knight Cookie

• “Aiding the Mala Tribe”

Featuring: Purple Yam Cookie, Milk Cookie and Mala Sauce Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Princess”

Featuring: The Princess Contest Cookies

• “Hidden Truth of the City”

Featuring: The Cookiemals, Wind Archer Cookie, Churro Cookie, Licorice Cookie, and Pomegranate Cookie

• “Deceitful Joke” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

Art by @/sei-cookie

• “Dawn of the Soggest”

Featuring: Shine Muscat Cookie

• “Meet Freshly Baked Cookie” ✨🖌️

Featuring: Freshly Baked Cookie, Child Cookies and their respective caretakers

Art by sweatinghoneybee

• “The Gist of the Dangerous Exchange”

Featuring: The Choco Chess Twins, Earl Grey Cookie and Gingerbrave

• “Should’ve Been Me”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie, Mocha Ray Cookie and Lobster Cookie

• “Hold My Hand”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie, Licorice Cookie and Affogato Cookie

• “What If: The First” 💗

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Beauty of the Abyssal Pearl”

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Lights, Camera, Action!”

Featuring: Choco Bar Cookie and Butter Squid Cookie

March 2024 🌱

• “Marriage to Faerie King and the Enraged Beasts” 💗

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie and the Five Beasts

• “Lost Voice”

Featuring: The Gem Mermaid Family

• “Missing Stuff”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department Cookies

• “Here in My Kingdom, I Want You Everyday”

Based on Cookie Run Songs

• “The Lily and the Swan’s Embrace”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Who Broke the Coffee Machine?”

Featuring: The Elementals, Abyss Monarch Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

• “Ingrained” 💗

Featuring: Herb Cookie

• “Clingy Matcha”

Featuring: Matcha Cookie

• “Cherished”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and the Faerie Kingdom Cookies

• “One Heart for All, All Hearts for One”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Wings”

Featuring: Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “Little Bit of Latte”

Featuring: Latte Cookie

• “Loyal Until the End”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “What is Your Secret?”

Featuring: Butter Roll Cookie

• “A Bunch of Marzipans”

Featuring: Mozzarella Cookie and the Marzipan Cookies

• “Flower from the Other Shore” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Dark Enchantress Cookie’s True Intentions”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Welcome Back, Handycookie”

Featuring: Time Balance Department

• “Hiding Y/N, Seeking Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “A Letter? Wonder Who It’s From?”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie and Financier Cookie

• “Rough Play”

Featuring: Rye Cookie

• “We’ve Got Lots in Common”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie

• “Hangouts”

Featuring: Time Balance Department

• “A Friend?”

Featuring: Caramel Choux Cookie

Divider Source l Next Masterlist l Previous Masterlist

#brittle doughie masterlists #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #crob #crk #cookie run angst

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cheesymellow · 28 days ago

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EP 7-8 SHADOW MILK COOKIE THEORYYY!

(Badly explained)

(It was like 1am) SOO first of all heres how i think the story will go ig

Pure vanilla and the trio go to beast yeast to find the beast sealing ritual to avoid more chaos as said in the website. And where else to go in best yeast but the kingdom of knowledgee? And yk whos the holder of knowledge?

SHADOW MILK COOKI-

Anyways after arriving, Shadow milk will of course find out and probably separate them from PV.

The trio will probably be forced to play shadow milks game while trying to find pure vanilla cookie AND the seal thingy

While Shadow milk will make pure vanilla cookie follow his footsteps into corruption as said in the trailer:

— “Time to accept the truth you like so much! Your are merely following in my footsteps” - Shadow Milk

I believe that theres a chance pv will get corrupted or experience the corruption cycle. Mainly because i think devsis knows by by now that we are probably used to the typical cycle of the beast stories.

-Ancient goes to beasts land, ancient loses then Ancient awakens and defeats beasts.

It would honestly be SUCH a cool twist id go estatic if its real..

So there is still a chance they might twist up the story, I have lot’s of hope.

What i believe is going to happen to PV is shadow milk will probably torture him with games and trivias. Slowly destroying all his sanity!.. Making him fall under smilks control. And there is some SLIGHT proof in this theory as shown in this screenshot (1:03 in the trailer)

Notice anything? Look at his eyes, He has BLACK PUPILS

But there are indeed some sprites of cookies with these pupils when scared/frightened. But its normally matching their EYE COLOR.

Pure vanilla’s pupils in the photo are def BLACK not WHITE. And yk who has black pupilsss..

SHADOW MILK COOKIEeEeEeee

(But yes ik he has white and black eyes but idgaf, this is still good evidence)

But im also thinking it could maybe be him potentially getting posessed but mind controlled/corrupted is something id like more.

Anyways i also of course wanna talk abt the korean livestream photos

Pv seems to be climbing a tower/spire.. Im thinking its because hes trying to escape from shadow milk cookie's influence but once hes up. The lies start hitting him hard, giving him an existential crisis!

Ever since i saw this photo id always thought of what if pv awakens by falling

Like.. Imagine, Pure vanilla cookie finally reaching the top and he starts questioning everything then shadow milk suddenly tells him the cruel truth he's never heard. and tells him why he started telling lies and stuff bla bla bla. Then tries getting pure vanilla corrupted the same way he did.. And maybe he does get corrupted or i dont know honestly LOL

Ive seen many theories of his awakened design being angelic like so i hope he gets angelic bird like wings. his design is kinda sharp like feathers..

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gold-onthe-inside · 2 months ago

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make the yuletide gay

who? spencer reid (s3) x postgrad!reader

summary: the year's been hard, and the holidays hurt, and spencer realises maybe this christmas, comfort precedes joy. based on a request by @matthew-gray-gubler-lover: I would love one were i am down and it doesn't feel like Christmas to me (because it doesn't this year) and Spencer cheers me up, thank you.

word count: 939 (so close to 1k)

content warnings: unhealthy family dynamics, reader is trying to emotionally cut-off from her family, just all around angst and a lot of spencer cuddles

You had come back early from winter break, a day or two after Thanksgiving, using your key to get into Spencer's apartment while he was still on a case, somewhere in New Jersey. You hadn't just broken in, obviously, texting him that you were coming back early. As neutral your message had seemed to you, Spencer was much too good at his job not to know something was wrong. He'd called you from the hotel after and asked, to which you had said you'd tell him when he came home - all the while trying not to cry from the earnest care in his tone. But this wasn't how you wanted to tell him, a state between the two of you, over the phone, when he had a serial killer to catch.

It's not the first time your politics had tainted your holidays, the distance between you and your family helping temper your relationship with them. You'd made a plan and everything to keep your sanity for winter break, had mantras in your pocket to use to regulate yourself, breathing exercises, but while your degree is in psychology, theirs seems to be in pissing you off.

Spencer had done his best to make you feel better, had told you how this was normal, had let you talk about it over and over again without losing his patience, had distracted you when you didn't want to think about it, and soon enough, November was in the past. December was fast approaching and the Halloween decorations came down. Orange, purple and black were replaced with green, red and white. Your phone buzzed with messages from parents, cousins, siblings, asking if you were coming back home for Christmas and you'd let them go unreplied, trying to hold onto joy.

Christmas wasn't as important to Spencer as Halloween, but he knew how much you loved the holiday. He'd spent hours with Penelope on Pinterest to find you the perfect gift, and even though he couldn't get a real fir tree into his apartment (at least not without being kicked out by his landlord), he'd bought a pretty good plastic one you could put up and decorate. You were being a total sport about it, even though your heart wasn't in it, because he was trying and if that wasn’t a sign that he loved you then what was?

The two of you spent Christmas Eve decorating the small tree that you really did love, wrapping tinsel and lights and hanging baubles on the branches and cooked together and there was more love here in Spencer's apartment than you'd ever felt at home, even though you ached for it still.

Christmas Day was so much harder - you'd accepted a video call with your family, watching from a screen as they unwrapped presents, your younger cousins ripping apart wrapping paper to reveal Lego sets and firetruck and dolls and you were so close to crying right there and then. "We miss you," they cried in unison and you'd sent them a flying kiss before closing the laptop, curling into your pillow with blankets that smelled like your boyfriend.

He'd given you the apartment that morning, letting you attend the call alone, because that's what you had wanted, opting to buy groceries instead, and he'd had the brilliant idea to bake cookies on Christmas Day, splurging on Christmas themed cookie cutters, almost noon when he unlocked the door, bursting at the seams with hope. It was too quiet though, the presents untouched under the tree.

He set the bags down in the kitchen, leaving his keys beside them, and checked the bedroom, finding you curled up in the foetal position, tear tracks on your cheek, having fallen asleep with your laptop beside you. He doesn’t know whether or not to wake you up, trying his best to anticipate your needs. What he wants to do is call up your parents and give them an earful for doing this to you, for not seeing the amazing, wonderful, kind person you are. Instead, he sat beside you, tucking the blankets around you, letting you sleep for an hour before waking you up with warm cocoa.

His question goes unasked, but it's the elephant in the room as you sipped the cocoa, feeling a little less hollow and numb as warm chocolate soothed your upset. "Am I making a huge mistake?" you asked instead, looking at him and he shook his head.

"You're making the best decisions you can," Spencer said and when you leaned into him, he wrapped his arm around you, lips automatically finding your temple. "You are so loved," he assured you, "and by nobody more than me."

"What if I lose them forever?" you asked his shoulder, fear creeping into your tone.

"They should be more worried about losing you," he said, a little bitterly, but it was honest, and he rubbed your arm.

You crushed your face into his chest, wanting to cry again but you had no more tears left. "I just want this year to be over," you mumbled as Spencer rubbed your back, hugging you tighter.

Spencer leaned down and kissed the top of your head, a wave of protectiveness washing over him. The thought of you in so much pain broke his heart more than anything else ever had. He had never felt so angry towards anybody as he did towards your family for making you feel this way. "It will be," he murmured, holding you against him. "And next year is going to be better. I promise." He just kept holding you. The cookies and presents could wait.

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dearggntlereader · 2 months ago

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Nr.13 Late Gifts ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Mattheo Riddle x reader CW: picture does not represent the readers looks, ANGST, a bit more than needed for the request sorry y'all, no happy ending

Mattheo is like fire.

Beautiful from a distance, intoxicating and warming you almost painfully when you’re close, and unforgiving when you step too far.

You’re not sure why you’re sitting at the astronomy tower, waiting for him. You hate the guy.

You hate his arrogance and temper and moody sulking and stupid mocking smirk.

It’s Christmas and you really should not be sitting here like you're desperate for him. But, you are alone on Christmas and so is he. Just like last year.

Just like last year, when he sat next to you and talked about everything and nothing while sharing some cookies you stole from the Kitchen.

Just like last year, when he smiled instead of smirked and laughed instead of sulked.

Just like last year, when you made a promise to be here again.

So you wait.

You wait for the guy you hate -or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. But here you are, keeping a promise he probably doesn’t even remember, because part of you doesn’t want to let go of the boy who smiled at you when no one else did.

You fiddle with your empty hands, no gift in hand seeing as you didn’t exchange any last year.

Should you have brought one?

The little picture frame lying wrapped on your bed crosses your mind as you regret making the decision not to give it to him.

You stare out at the Hogwarts grounds blanketed in snow.

The quiet seems to bounce off of the glistening and twinkling white surrounding you, enveloping you in your own small bubble.

The Forbidden Forest looms in the distance, its tall, snow-dusted trees eerily calm, causing you to immediately notice Mattheo walking in and breaking the silence.

He stands behind you for a few seconds and you don’t turn to look at him, not wanting to accept that you’re here to see him.

Mattheo takes a shallow breath before taking a step forward and throwing a little package on your lap, still not speaking.

Just as you stop staring at what seems to be a gift and pick it up, he sits down next to you.

“What’s this?” you whisper, voice timid.

His voice is raw and deep when he answers, like he hasn’t talked in a while. “A gift.”

“For me?”

“No, dumbass. It’s for me to throw away,” he snarked, humor evident in his voice.

You try for the same tone but it falls a bit short as you glare at him in a way that should be playful. “Sod off.”

You weren’t expecting a gift.

You left his gift.

The red wrapping paper, with little gold snowflakes on it, crinkles when you slide your thumb across it, fiddling with the green and gold bow. Tugging at it slightly but not actually pulling it open.

“Open it.”

He glances at you before turning his gaze back to the moon.

You still haven’t looked at him.

You sigh and pull at the bow before carefully taking apart the paper, being careful not to rip the design.

Inside is a black, sleek box, about the size of your hand, and you hold your breath when you move to pull it open.

You immediately recognize the content and gasp in surprise, looking up at him.

“Mattheo…”

“Don’t get all emotional.”

You look from him to the three little glass potion-vials filled with a deep red warming potion. It’s the expensive kind, the one that doesn’t leave your skin prickling almost painfully as it starts to wear off.

The glass is cold against your gloved fingers, running your thumb over the curved vial, your chest tightening at the thought of him picking them out,

He rolls his eyes but a small pink tint graces his cheeks while he starts to take out his cigarettes, “Maybe you won’t complain about the cold as much this time. It gets annoying."

“Thank you so, so much,” your voice quivers a bit. You never would have imagined Mattheo’d get you a gift let alone an expensive one and least of all one he actually had to put thought into.

“Whatever.”

His eyes roam the ground around you and suddenly he deflates, only slightly but still- you notice the tiny slump in his back and twitching of his fingers.

He frowns and stares into nothing for a short, painful second before he stands back up.

“I gotta go.”

You quickly scramble to follow him. “No, wait!”

Everything stills as Mattheo does and his eyes meet yours. Maybe he’s not fire after all but the ocean instead, scary and dark but holding you up and engulfing you peacefully when you let it.

You didn’t.

The pain in his eyes is clear as he’s pressing his lips together. He’s urging you to talk. To say something that confirms he’s not the only one that cared about your meeting last year.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, his fingers twitching like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. His eyes, always so sharp, seem distant now, as if he’s looking through you instead of at you.

“I’ve got your present in my dorm.”

He scoffs.

You do. You promise you do. You swear it but the words screaming at him in your mind won’t leave your mouth.

“Sure you do,” he murmurs, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he turns away.

I might make a pt.2 with the happy ending for this but for now, it stays sad. Thank you all for supporting my blog!! As always, I appreciate all comments and reblogs. It's what keeps me going.

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morgana-larkin · 9 months ago

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Alright so I saw a prompt from @meowmeowhissss for a jealousy fic and of course I couldn’t resist. The prompt is: It’s a holiday. Melissa takes R to a family function. The schemmenti family loves them. Kristin and R get along very well, which makes Melissa jealous. She’s either jealous because R’s attention should be her or because she misses having a connection with Kristin (your choice 🤷‍♀️). Could end in reassurance or some jealousy smut.

On another note: I’m trying to decide what to do next, your prompts, to start a Marilyn one or continue the next chapter of worth it, hm, maybe I’ll post a poll soon. Like right after I post this lol.

Translations:

Italian:

Tesorino - sweetie

Papera - duck

Dutch:

Oma - grandmother

Red And Green

Warnings: Jealous Mel (when I say red and green, I don’t just mean the colours 😏), oblivious reader, smut, fluff

Words: 5k

It’s Christmas Day and Melissa invited you to her family get together as they keep asking to meet you. You accepted, although confused. You and Melissa are really good friends and have known each other for a year and a half. You were attracted to her from day 1 and it only grew, more so in the past 4 months when she started paying more attention to you.

You put on your red dress that stops mid thigh and it’s a bit flowy from the waist down. It comes with a white belt and you put on your black heeled boots that stops just before the knee. You apply some green eye shadow and red lip gloss. You then hear a knock at your door. You go and answer it and see Melissa standing there. All you see is her black leather pants and her black coat zipped up.

She however got to see your outfit and her brain stopped working for a second. “Wow, you look amazing hon.” She tells you and you blush. “You all ready?” She asks and you nod.

“Let me just grab my coat and purse.” You say and she nods. You go get both and you grab your present for Melissa and for the steal a gift that she said her family is doing. You also grab the cookies you made as a thank you to her family for inviting you.

“You made cookies?” She asks you and you nod.

“My Oma taught me to never show up empty handed when someone invites you to a family party.” You tell her and she smiles.

“My Nonna would have loved you. And would have gotten along with your Oma.” She tells you and you smile and blush.

You get in Melissa’s car and she tells you that you can put your music on if you want. “Do you like Christmas songs?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“Some of them.” She says and you put one on and she looks at you weirdly.

“Really?” She says and rolls her eyes. “Out of all the Christmas songs I thought you were gonna put on, I want a hippopotamus for Christmas was not one of them.” She says and you laugh. Melissa looks at you laughing and singing along and she doesn’t have the heart to change the song. She’d listen to it every year at Christmas if it meant she’d hear your laugh and singing along happily.

“Btw, why did your family invite me?” You ask her when the song ends.

“I don’t know, they told me the details and asked if I could invite you to it.” She says with a shrug. “I thought it was a bit weird too. They’ve never asked me to invite anyone else before. Well they did for Barb once years ago and obviously Joe and Gary.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well I’m very honoured they wanted to invite me. Do you talk about all your co workers to your family?” You ask her.

“The ones that matter.” Is all she says and you blush and look down. Melissa has a feeling for why her mom wanted to invite you. Her mom has only asked to meet someone in her life for two reasons, 1: her mom thinks they’re dating and 2: when she tells her mom she’s dating someone. Her mom wanted to meet Barb thinking her and Barb were dating but said they weren’t and that Barb is happily married to a man with 2 daughters. She’s worried that her mom thinks she’s dating you. Melissa is attracted to you and knows you’re into women but doesn’t know if you’re attracted to her. Melissa has mentioned you but never told her mom she has feelings for you. Although it wouldn’t surprise Melissa if her mom figured it out.

She pulls up at her parents house after 20 minutes of driving. You both get out and you hold your things and wait as Melissa gets her items from the trunk. She grabs a handful of gifts and closes the trunk then goes and walks to the door with you following her. You see about 10 cars parked outside and think that’s the average amount for a family gathering until Melissa speaks up. “Looks like only half my family is already here.” She comments and your jaw drops.

“What do you mean half? How many people are in your family?” You ask and she laughs.

“Have you forgotten I’m Italian?” She says and you sigh.

“It might have slipped my mind that most Italians have big families.” You say.

“Are you ok with big crowds?” She asked and you nod.

“Ya, it just surprised me is all.” You tell her and she knocks on the door. A few seconds later the door opens and an older women that looks like an Melissa with just a couple differences answers and you know right away that she’s Melissa’s mom. She lets you guys enter and Melissa greets her.

“Hey Ma, Merry Christmas!” She tells her and hugs her. How she managed to hug her while holding onto a bunch of gifts without dropping one is beyond you. Her mom then turns to you and smiles.

“Hi, you must be y/n. I’m Teresa, Mel’s mother.” She says to you.

“Yes I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You say and hold out a hand to shake.

“We hug in this family.” She tells you and holds out her arms and you hug her.

“I brought some cookies.” You tell her.

“Oh aren’t you sweet.” She says and takes the cookies from you. “You didn’t have too.” She adds.

“My Oma taught me to never show up empty handed to a family gathering that I’m invited to.” You tell her and she smiles.

“She’s a good one Mel.” She tells Melissa and her cheeks go red.

“Maa.” Melissa says and her mom just smiles at you.

“I thought I heard the second trouble maker.” A man says and comes out to you guys.

“Hi Pa.” Melissa says and hugs him. “I guess that means the papera is already here.” She adds and Teresa scoffs.

“You and your sister with the insults to each other honestly.” Her mom says and you giggle. “Oh Tesorino, this is y/n.” Her mom says to her husband and points to you.

“Hi, I’m Cosimo. And to brag but it means beauty.” He jokes and flips his short hair that barely moves and you laugh.

“Here let me take your coats.” Teresa says and takes yours and Mel’s coat. When you finally see Melissa’s full outfit, you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. She’s wearing a low cut red shirt with a green sweater. You stare at her long enough for both her parents to notice and smirk at each other.

“Where can we put the gifts?” Melissa asks and her mom leads you both to the living room where most of the people were gathered and you put your gifts under the tree.

“Well well well, look who finally decided to show up.” Someone says and you recognize the voice of Melissa’s sister, Kristen Marie.

“Nice to see you too Kristy.” Melissa says and they hug each other.

“You must be y/n, Melissa mentioned you a few times.” She says to you and you nod.

“Ya I am, nice to meet you.” You say to her.

“Here, let me show you around and introduce you to everyone.” Kristen says to you and you miss Melissa’s glare at her sister. Kristen is unaware of Melissa’s feelings for you and she thinks you’re kinda cute.

“Oh ok, thank you.” You tell her and she leads you around the house and introduces you to people. You wanted to spend time with Melissa but you didn’t want to seem rude.

After about an hour, you meet everyone and saw the whole downstairs of the house. Melissa keeps a close eye on you and her mom comes up to her at some point.

“So when are you going to tell her?” She says to her.

“What?” Melissa says.

“When are you going to tell y/n about your feelings?” Her mom states.

“What makes you think I have feelings for her?” Melissa asks her mom.

“Oh please. It may not be obvious to other people but you’re my daughter. I hear the way you talk about her and how your eyes look when you do. And how you’re now staring holes into your sister’s head since she stole y/n away from you.” She tells her and Melissa sighs.

“I do have feelings for her but we’re friends. And that’s all we’ll ever be.” Melissa tells her mom.

“Cara, why don’t you want to tell her?” She asks her.

“Because I don’t know if you noticed the age gap, and the fact that I don’t have the best luck when it comes to relationships.”

“Mel, I noticed the age gap but that has never stopped anyone in our family before. Your bad luck is only because you wanted different things in life than they did.” Her mom says. “Plus your sister is going for it and she’s only 2 years younger than you.” She adds and Melissa whips her head at her.

“What do you mean she’s going for it?” Melissa asks surprised and her mom smiles.

“Kristen Marie is flirting with her.” She tells her and points to you and Kristen Marie. Her sister has her arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close while talking to a cousin. Melissa crosses her arms and huffs. “If it helps, she’s interested in you as well. But if you don’t make a move, she might actually start to flirt back with Kristen, thinking you’re not interested in her.” Her mom says and then walks back to the kitchen. Melissa walks over to you guys, stands right beside you and joins in on the conversation.

“Hey Melissa!” You say and she smiles at you.

“Hey, you having fun?” She asks you.

“Ya I am, Kristen here has been so nice to show me around and introduce me to everyone. We also have similar interests as well. How come you never introduced me to your sister before?” You ask her and she frowns. She thinks her sister might have won you over.

“Melissa and I have only patched things up 3 years ago.” Kristen says to you. “And I think Mel still forgets she has a sister at times.”

“More like I try to forget but it never happens.” Melissa retorts and you laugh. Just then Teresa announces dinner is ready and everyone scurries to line up at the kitchen. It’s buffet style and then just sit wherever. Kristen pulls you to the line before it gets too long and Melissa tries to keep up but ends up seperated. She watches you and Kristen talking and you laughing at whatever she says and Melissa gets angry.

“You alright cuz?” Someone says to Melissa and snaps her out of her thoughts and she turns around.

“Ya Vinny, I’m fine, why?”

“Because you look like you want to kill your sister. And you guys patched things up a few years ago.” He tells her.

“Like I said, I’m fine.” She tells him with a bite to her voice and Vinny looks unconvinced but doesn’t question it further.

You all managed to eventually get food and sit down in the living room. Kristen continues talking to you and starts to get touchy so Melissa takes action. She walks right up to you both and squeezes in between you both.

“Excuse me.” She says and you and Kristen both have to move over to make room for Melissa.

“What the hell Melissa?” Kristen says and you look confused but don’t think much of it.

“What?”

“You’re impossible sometimes.” Kristen tells her and Melissa just smirks and turns to you.

“Enjoying the food?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes I am. I hope your mom didn’t cook all of it. There was enough for a village in there.” You say and both the sisters laugh. You miss Melissa elbowing her sister in the stomach.

“No, Ma didn’t cook everything. She cooked about half though. Lots of our family volunteers to bring something over. Last year I brought a branzino.” She tells you and Kristen scoffs. “Something you want to say Kristy?” Melissa turns to her sister with a glare.

“Nope.” Kristen says and takes a bite of her food. “Y/n have you ever tried caprese chicken saltimbocca?” Kristen asks you and you shake your head.

“Can’t say I have.”

“Did you get some?” She asks you and both of them look at your plate and sees that you didn’t. Before Melissa could offer some of hers, Kristen beats you to it but offers you a bite off of her fork and you accept it. Melissa looks at interaction and stews. She doesn’t want to have another feud with her sister especially since her sister technically isn’t doing anything wrong. You’re single, beautiful and sweet, the whole package. She can see why her sister is flirting with you.

After dinner, you all have dessert as you do the steal a gift. It has 2 rules, 1: you can’t re-steal a gift back as well as the same gift can’t be stolen more than once in a round and 2: you must wait your turn.

When it’s your turn, you pick a gift and see that it’s a beautiful necklace of a green diamond heart wrapped with silver lining, the green is the same colour as Melissa’s eyes and you love it.

Unfortunately one of her cousin’s steals it from you and Melissa sees your pout and then you go to get a different gift. Melissa is the last person to pick and she’s gonna steal that necklace back for you. You open another gift and see that it’s a bottle of Italian wine and you get a bunch of ‘ooo’s from everyone. And someone says that you’re having bad luck when someone steals it from you and you laugh and agree. You're sitting beside Melissa and she has her arm on your low back the entire time. You talk with Kristen Marie as well who’s sitting on the other side of you.

When it’s Melissa’s turn she immediately goes and steals the necklace from her cousin, the one who stole it from you, got it stolen from her and now Melissa is stealing back for you. She’ll give it to you later tonight. You end up with a hoodie that says “I’m Italian you gaboots” to which you and everyone laughed.

Teresa then goes and hands the gifts under the tree to who it’s for. You end up getting one from Melissa and her parents to which you were surprised. Melissa ends up getting a few gifts as well as her sister and everyone else. You open hers and see that it’s a baseball cap that says the eagles on it that you mentioned you couldn’t afford at the time, when you and her went to a game. You saw that she got a cap but you thought it was for herself and you now saw that she got it for you. You squeal and give her a hug.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” You tell her and she laughs.

“You’re welcome hon.” She says.

Melissa sees that you got her a gift and she opens it with a smile. She sees that it’s the book she wanted and you must have heard her talking about it and got it for her.

“Omg thanks hon.” She says and hugs you.

“Open it.” You tell her and looks confused.

“To what page?” She asks.

“Any page.” You tell her and she opens it and she immediately tears up. The first letter of each word was highlighted. She flips through it more and it seems like it’s like that for the entire book.

“Omg.” She says and puts her hand over her heart.

“You ok Mel?” Her mom asks and Melissa nods and turns to you.

“Did you get someone to highlight it or did you do it yourself?” She asks.

“I did it myself.” You tell her and she launches herself at you in a hug.

“Omg hon, this is the best gift ever!” She tells you. Her mom looks at the book and sees what you did and she smiles. The fact that you knew of Melissa’s dyslexia, got her a book she wanted and knew what helps her and did it yourself, made her see that you’re the perfect one for Melissa. When most people were done opening their gifts and chatting with people, Melissa turns to you. “Hey hon.” She says and you turn to her.

“Ya Melissa?” She pulls out the necklace from the steal a gift.

“I saw you loved the necklace and decided to steal it for you.” She tells you and your jaw drops.

“You did that for me?” You ask in disbelief and she nods. “Are you sure? I mean I’m sure it would look lovely on you.” You tell her.

“I’m sure but I got enough necklaces for now and it would look better on you. Turn around and lift up your hair.” She tells you and you do. She puts the necklaces on you with a smile. Kristen hears the conversation and sees the interaction between you and figures out why Melissa has been glaring at her all evening. Melissa likes you. She decides right there to amp up the flirting with you to make Melissa jealous. She knows her sister might not make a move otherwise. Her mom sees the interaction as well and sneaks a picture of Melissa putting the necklace on you.

She clips it on and you turn around and face her. “Wow thank you Melissa!” You tell her and stare at the necklace with a smile.

“You’re welcome. I knew it would look good on you.” She says softly and you blush. As a thank you, you kiss her check and then turn around to face Kristen Marie as she taps your arm right away. Melissa is stunned by your action and touches where you kissed her with a blush and smile. Teresa gets a picture of the kiss and Melissa’s reaction.

Before anyone leaves, they all get up to take a bunch of photos. A few of everyone, a few without the partners or guests of people. And then individual ones of the households and everyone’s little families. Melissa got one with her mom, dad and sister and then one with just her sister. She thought she was done and then her mom calls you up again and gets you to take one with Melissa. She takes one with Melissa’s hand wrapped around your waist and tells you to get closer as your ‘besties’. Her words, not yours. Melissa then goes behind you and hugs you from behind and puts her chin on your shoulder and her mom takes a picture and then Melissa sticks her tongue out for the next one to which you laugh and copy her. The photos of other people continue as you two go to sit down.

Kristen Marie grabs your attention right away and Melissa gets annoyed. Kristen Marie has gotten more touchy with you, the more into the night you get. You are wondering why she’s touchy with you and you are starting to like it a bit, you normally don’t get attention like that from people. Kristen Marie puts her hand on your thigh and whispers something to you and that’s when Melissa decides to leave. Other people have already left so she thinks it wouldn’t look weird.

“Hey hon, I’m getting tired so I’m gonna go.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Oh ok, let me get my things and we can go.” You say but Kristen Marie speaks up.

“If you want I can drive you home and you can stay longer.” She offers and you look at her and her hand goes higher up her leg and Melissa sees red.

“Oh um, I’m actually going to hitch a ride with Melissa if that’s ok with you.” You ask her to which she immediately nods.

Melissa and you say your goodbyes to everyone. You thank her parents for inviting you and Teresa hands you your container back, now empty as all the cookies were eaten.

You put your stuff in the car and Melissa starts the drive back to your place. “So you and my sister seem to have gotten along.” She starts and you look at her.

“Ya, she’s really nice, she even gave me her number.” You say and Melissa takes a deep breath to try and control her jealousy.

“That’s because she was hitting on you.” Melissa says bluntly and a bit snippy.

“What? No she wasn’t, she was just being nice.” You tell her and she scoffs.

“Hon, you have got to be the most oblivious person on the planet if you couldn’t tell she was flirting with you.” Melissa tells you and you look at her confused. “I mean she literally had her hand on your thigh.” She says with a bit of anger.

“Well I did think that was a bit weird but didn’t want to seem rude if that’s normal in your family.”

“That’s not normal for us, we’re not that touchy.”

“What?!? But you’re touchy with me too.” You say.

“Ya! Because I’m trying to flirt with you too!” She says annoyed but then she realises what she just admitted and mentally facepalms.

“You’re what?” You ask.

Melissa leans back into the seat and doesn’t bother looking at you or answering your question.

“Melissa, do you like me?” You ask her and she sighs. She then finds a place to pull over safely and then turns to look at you.

“Ok yes I do, I’ve been trying to flirt with you for 4 months ever since I realised I liked you over the summer. But I guess you’re the most oblivious person, I also didn’t want to tell you directly because I was afraid. But I saw how you were with my sister and I got jealous.” She admits and you stare at her with wide eyes and then you smile at her.

“I like you too.” You tell her and she looks shocked at you.

“Do you really?” She asks and you nod. Melissa then cups your cheek and leans in. You lean in as well and you kiss each other. It starts out slow as you learn each other’s mouths and savour it. Then it quickly turns desperate and Melissa deepens the kiss. You let out a moan and Melissa puts her hands all over your hair. You then pull away and look at her face.

“Take me to your place.” You tell her and it takes her a second to process and then she nods and puts the car in drive.

She then drives to her place and you both quickly get out and into her house. Once inside she pushes you against the door as soon as it closes and attacks your lips with hers.

“Wait.” You tell her and she pulls back. “Were you jealous of your sister flirting with me?” You ask her and she looks down and blushes. “Hmm, I knew you were acting a little different. I kinda like it.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Really?”

“Ya, go on and take your jealousy out on me.” You whisper in her ear. And with your permission, she does just that.

She attacks your neck roughly and you gasp and moan. She pins you up on the wall and pulls your dress down to go for your nipples. You bury your hands in her hair and moan. She then pins your hands to the wall and you whine as you’re unable to touch her. “Naughty girls don’t get to touch.” She says with a deep voice and you shiver. “I know you liked the attention you got from my sister.” She adds and you whimper. “Tell me, do you think my sister can get all these sounds out of you?” She asks and you squirm. You then decide to add fuel to the fire.

“She probably could. I mean she knew how to move her hand under my dress.” You say and you see the jealousy practically leaking from her as there was so much.

“So that’s how you’re gonna play it I see.” She says and carries you to her bedroom. “I see you want to be fucked roughly tonight, treated like the slut you are.” She tells you once she sets you down on her bed. She unbuckles your belt and flings it off you, then rips your dress off. She unclips your bra and sends it flying then attacks your nipples and she moans. She pulls you up more onto the bed and climbs on top of you. She slides your underwear and then looks at you bare under her. She then gets up and goes to her closet and brings a box over. She then oh so casually, takes out some cuffs and ties you to the bed.

“What?” But I haven’t touched you yet!” You exclaim and she smirks.

“Like I said, naughty girls don’t get to touch.” She says then she takes her sweater and shirt off and you drool at the sight of her chest on display like that. She then straddles your lap and takes her bra off and you stare at them. She then puts her hands on her boobs and touches herself while all you can do is watch and struggle against the cuffs. “Hmm oh I bet you’d love to touch me like this.” She teases and she moans. You whimper and she grinds against you a bit. She then gets up and takes her pants and underwear off. She then get a vibrator out, turns it on and instructs you to close your legs, she then puts it on your clit and tells you to keep it there. She then goes and slowly puts a strap on while she watches you squirm. She knows your close and she wonders if she should edge you or make you come many times. She decides to edge you and tells you not to come. You squirm even more and she enjoying watching you struggle.

She then ups the speed on the vibrator and you arch your back and try to keep the vibrator in place like she told you too. She then turns it off when she knows you can’t hold on too much longer and removes it from you. You whine as you were very close but then she gets in between your legs and starts licking you. You moan at the feeling of her hot wet tongue and mouth on you where you need her the most. She then goes for your clit and you gasp. She roughy licks and sucks on it for a couple minutes until you were just about to come and she pulls back. She waits a few seconds for you to calm down and then she sticks her fingers in you and fingers you. About half a minute she curls her fingers inside you and it hits your g-spot. You have your legs spread nice and open for her and you’re close again. She then pulls out when your close and you whimper.

“Mel please, I need to come.” You say with a pout and she chuckles.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.” She tells you and you realise she’s edging you. She then lines the dildo up with your entrance and she shoves it in. You scream out and she gives you a second to adjust. She then goes and starts pounding it into you and she rubs your clit. Melissa comes about a minute later but doesn’t tell you, she wants to know how much more you can take. “Hold it in you slut.” She says and you whimper. She then pulls out at the last second and you whine and whimper. She takes the strap off and goes and sits on your face. You take a few licks and she moans out. She then pushes the vibrator to your clit and turns it on to the max. “When you make me come then you can.” She says to you and you squirm the entire time as you hold in the orgasm she’s been denying you all night. And then finally she comes and it drips all over your chin and lips and then you come with a scream as it hits you hard due to the intense build up.

She then releases you from the cuffs and she goes to get a cloth. She makes sure to not touch your clit but cleaning you up and then cleans herself up. She throws the cloth on the ground next to the strap and lays down beside you.

“Are you ok?” She asks you as you cuddle into her and place your hand on her boob.

“Ya, when I told you to take your jealousy out on me, you really went all in.” You say surprised and with a smile.

“It wasn’t too much?” She asks and you shake your head.

“It was perfect. The only complaint is that I couldn’t touch these magnificent breasts.” You tell her and squeeze them. She giggles and then goes on her back to let you touch her all you want. “You don’t have to worry btw. I’ve only had eyes for you and no one else.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Good, because I want you and don’t want anyone else to touch you.” She says as she strokes your cheek and you lean into her touch.

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The One Were Jungkook;

more slasher!jk

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨; slasher, 80s, psychological horror

𝙩𝙬; heavy non-con, somnophilia, horror, violence, blood

(thank you to @hoseokshobagi for helping me with this big mess, I love u, shut up)

NY, 1985

The little ol' Brew House wasn't like the bar you went to with Jimin. It was so small that you could feel the sweat running down your back, the ghost of a hand or a glance behind you with every step. There was a sour smell of old, dried beer on the rustic green furniture and freshly disinfected vomit in the corner where Jungkook motioned for you to sit.

"Sit down, don't move."

You climbed onto the cracked brown leather stool, your bare thighs sticking to it like Velcro. A band was playing Iron Man on the other side and it was so uncoordinated that it matched the people sitting there: middle-aged men in blue-collar jobs, women in black leather skirts and foreign students with little money, underworld poets and their upper class girlfriends living the fantasy of muses sitting one their boyfriend's thighs while they discussed Bob Dylan and Williams Burroughs. A green and brown amalgam of sweaty skin drinking warm beer and watered down whiskey.

You couldn't help but compare both places.

Sweaty Joe's was a bar just two corners from the university, it was bathed in colored lights and posters as old as the owners of the place themselves. Red leather sofas were distributed in the corners and those, for years, have belonged to the Maroon Knights players.

This is where you met Jimin, it was your first week and you and Bobby Joe decided to have a beer, you two were new, smiled candidly at each gentleman who offered you another drink. You had never done that in the small town where you came from.

Jimin was celebrating his first winter tournament, his crimson cheekbones and his elegant smile conquered your heart, he let you sleep in his room in the trailer where he lived with his four brothers. His hands never took yours without first asking you, never looked away. You fell asleep so quickly in that bed while the little snores of the quaterback kept you stable, safe.

At dawn, you couldn't even see his face, you spent a week avoiding the hallways where he frequented until you did what your mother did to apologize to people: you baked some cookies. Unfortunately, he was on a diet but he still accepted them, his younger brother would eat them all with pleasure, you offered him a kiss and he let himself go.

That afternoon you lost your virginity behind his secong-hand orange Pontiac, white cotton panties crumpled and drooled between your teeth as Jimin held your calves. You cried so much that he forgot to moan, but your boyfriend wiped away each tear with his wet tongue and his thumbs until his cum fell thickly onto your skirt and his uniform.

The second time was different. What you don't know is that you cooking for him lit a spark, a simple breeze in a dry forest and you were the summer sun. You were going to be his wife, he promised you, with drooping eyelids and your pelvis on top of a pillow, his hands guiding your ass until they collided with his waist.

“I'm going to make you mine, I'm going to buy you a house and a huge ring. Fuck—you’re going to have to stop me at some point because I’m going to get you pregnant every time you smile at me, love. Doesn't Ms. Park have a ring to it?" He growled grabbing your hair to pull you closer to his sweaty chest.

“What is that pretty head of yours thinking about, huh?” Jungkook snapped his fingers at you, placing a long mug of beer in front of you. The second cigarette of the afternoon dangled between his fingers as he waited for you to take a drink, his eyes darting from your chest to your hair. “I saw you look at the ring on your finger.”

“My boyfriend gave it to me a month ago.” You said fixing the thin silver ring, a promise desperate to be fulfilled.

“How very” The boy laughed, choking on the smoke, you held the beer and took a long drink.

You realized that men when they exist in a cloud of promises and anonymity are more fuckable, because now seeing the metalhead in front of you, you just wanted to hit him.

“I don't understand why you keep yapping when you're not here to hear me speak.”

“I didn't want us to move on to fucking so quickly, but if you can't wait, then we'll make a little something in the alley.” Seeing your face blush he laughed again. “I'm kidding, doll. Don’t be so rigid.”

With a whistle, Jeon effortlessly caught the eye of a man nearby. His muscles were noticeably defined, and he sported a pair of square glasses that added a touch of charm. Dressed in a casual plaid shirt, his hair styled like a military man. Spotting Jeon, his face lit up with recognition, and he quickly closed the distance between you.

“Kim, I thought you weren't coming to the meeting.” Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the man's slight tensing as his friend spoke, but without skipping a beat, his hand gently landed on his friend's shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"You literally said-"

"No, I didn't. Gosh, give me a break."

Hoseok looked in your direction with a hint of distrust, the creases on his face sharpening with each step you took. You walked closer, his eyes traced your body from head to toe, his initial skepticism fading away the moment he reached your side. Your little shorts and Wham! t-shirt hugged your curves tightly, clinging to your tits like a sculpture of marble.

"What's this?" Hoseok pointed at you and moved his fingers up and down.

"Come, I want to introduce you to my friend. We met in…" Jungkook's smile widened as he tilted his hand. “Well, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you have to make a place for her in the club, wouldn't you gladly have one of the sweetest pieces of meat of the whole faculty on the team, eh?”

Jungkook looked in your direction again, he knew that the way he spoke caused tremendous disgust in you and he enjoyed it. “This is Hoseok, the president of the archery club. Greet him before he hates you for some reason.”

"Shut up." Hoseok's voice cut through the air as he extended his arm to shake yours, his calloused hand brushing against your skin. His sharp eyes studied your hands intently, examining every detail. "You got weird fingers."

"Is that how you give compliments to pretty girls?"

Hoseok let out a sigh, nonchalantly plucking the cigarette from Jungkook's mouth. With a subtle gesture, he motioned for his friend to approach while bringing the cigarette to his own lips.

“If you want to fuck one of the cheerleaders, find another way, I'm not going to put her in the club, dude.” His failed attempt at whispering, which was clearly intentional, didn't escape your ears.

“Do you think I have to fuck one of you to be part of your Disney Heroe theatre team?”

Hoseok's eyebrow arched, while leaning back against the bar stool. With a confident yet subtle sway, he adjusted his posture, his pelvis shifting ever so slightly, but still managing to catch your eye. A mischievous grin formed on one side of his lips, knowing full well of the effect he had on you. “And why the hell are you looking for me if you don't need me, Barbie?"

"I'm here to let you know that I'll be waiting for you in the green area on Monday at 3, expecting you to hand me a bow and arrow," You declared, a sweet smile playing on your lips like a precious jewel shimmering beneath a cloak of innocence as you deftly snatched the cigarette from between his parted lips. "And I hope you show up with a smile that could outshine the sun and a more decent cologne."

Hoseok scoffed with raised eyebrows, clearly unimpressed by your little rebel talk as you took a drag from his stolen cigarette.

"You do realize you'll be the only woman in the group, right? The guys ain't going to like you, they tend to be very…"

"Terrified of women," Jeon chimed in, leaning against your shoulder.

"Exclusive," Hoseok added.

"They'll probably do a jerk-off circle if they see me in a skirt." You quipped, a sly smile playing on your lips.

The three of you looked at the cubicle where the a few memebers sat, all upper class kids who couldn't get into anything in their lives without Mommy opening the door for them first.

“Whatever, you're not even that hot, they'll live.”

You smiled, turning around on your stool to continue drinking your beer. “See you on Monday, four eyes.”

“Bye, Hobi-Bobby.” Jungkook rested his arm on the bar, his eyes positioned on your profile.

“Do you want to fuck now? I love women who know how to silence men, i'm already hard.”

"Why are you so fucking disgusting?"

"You're the one sitting next to me, you can go now." And he waited. You stayed there, speechless and waiting, too.

"Kim?"

"Who?"

“The dickhead called you Kim.”

“I don't know who that is, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” You nodded. You weren't too sure now. “Are you sure you're the one I talked to that night?”

"I promise you." Jungkook dragged his stool closer to your ear, the smell of nicotine and shaving cream was pleasant, manly. "Are those sugar tits as sweet as that voice of yours?"

“What time did I call you?” You ignored his nutty breath.

“Are you questioning me now?”

"Yeah."

His jaw tensed, biting the inside of his cheeks.

“I'm going to give you some advice, doll. If you want things to go well today, don't question me.”

You felt a rush cover your back, the beer felt colder on your fingers and you were more aware of his proximity. You were in his territory, you didn't know anyone there, you were screwed.

“Can you answer me just one thing and that's it?”

Jungkook moved closer and nodded, his pupils stabbing at your lips waiting for you to say something out of line so he would have an excuse to destroy you with.

“Why do people think you are weird?”

His sigh collided with your neck, a smile woven little by little; you could see stars in his eyes when he moved back. The raw desire to show you why.

He leaned close to your ear and whispered slowly, the urge to laugh drowned out by his words. Both his hands hiding his lips like a child. You swallowed as you finished listening, a long drink to finish the remaining beer.

He pulled out a new cigarette before your eyes met his again.

“So, in your room or mine?” He mumbled before lightning the tip.

“I'm- I think I'm going home.”

"Isn't your home in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, you silly little bun'?"

The man in front of you pouted, nodding with a dejected face when he saw you stand up, the large mug of beer hitting your trembling anatomy. You wanted to vomit, to shed your own skin to pieces, to vanish, to crawl along the road back home like a mass of nerves and to sleep in your bed until you forgot what this psychopath had just hummed in your ear in the middle of the crowd.

But what did you expect? Wasn't this what you were looking for?

That's why curiosity ends up being the cruelest animal feeling. It takes you to the cheese on top of the trap, it makes you look at the sun and go blind, it makes you run through the grass until you fall at the bottom of nowhere. Voices like Jungkook's end up taking you to a seedy bar, at the mercy of God if he is even allowed in these parts.

“Come on, I'll take the bike down for you, then.”

You grabbed your backpack and walked in front of Jeon, stares like needles digging into your shorts.

Outside, his arms stretched out to take the bicycle, as light as a feather.

“I would've take you to college but-”

“I think this is where our journey ends, Jungkook.” Your voice was firm, elegant. You knew when to say goodbye.

He remained silent, one last smile as a gift. "If you say so." His hands opened dramatically to show you the road.

You raised your leg until you sat down and accelerated down the street, the sun hiding on the horizon. You didn't know if it was the wind hitting your cheeks and eyes, but you felt the cold stream go down to your neck. You wanted the road to get shorter in front of you and suddenly you were crying like a lost child, the sharp exhale stinging your lungs, you took all the alleys you recognized and the ones you didn't and you looked around at the desolate sides of New York.

Hiding from the sun your skin grew cold and the sobs turned to murmurs praying that you would return alive to the arms of Steph or Bobby Joe.

But oh, how angelic you looked with the halo of Jungkook's car headlights on your back. A honk chilled your blood until you couldn't do anything but grip the handlebars until your knuckles turned white.

“I changed my mind, I'll take you.” His breathing was jagged, he was sweating deeply, swallowing hard to hide the psychosis.

“It won't be long now and my boyfriend is waiting for me.”

“Don't worry, just load the bike and I'll drop you off at his house.”

'No' was not an answer and you knew that, no one ever said no to him. And if they did no woman managed to keep her tongue to say it.

"Roger that. Thank you, Jungkook, you are a gentleman.”

“Of course, get off the bike now.” He muttered as he snatched the iron from your hands and threw it behind his vehicle.

The trip was lethargic, the music faltered in the car with each curve until you reached a neighborhood of white houses and yellowish lights, the crickets chirped in the safe silence of a suburb. You thought about getting out when the car stopped and screaming until your lungs vomited.

But of course, when you arrived the garage door was open, the car slid across the smooth concrete without a sound.

“Do you mind if I look for a few things before I take you home?” His voice sounded so carefree that you almost believed you were going back to your dorm room. You shook your head as he went down to close the garage door, the darkness consuming your hope.

Your heart began to beat blood so fast that your hands began to try to open your door, Jungkook tilted his head at the noise until he saw your reflection in the side mirror.

"Why you do that? God, you’re so stupid.” Jungkook took your hair in his hands and without much effort dragged you out of the vehicle and onto the garage floor. His hand covered your mouth, his calloused and sweaty fingers undoing the button on your Levi's until they stuck to your ankles.

“It's only once, you have to reward me for the beer you had, you know?” His voice burned in your ear along with the beating of your heart, a light hum of your soul trying to get away from your dirty body.

“Mm-” You groaned as you felt the fabric of his jeans mold between your ass. Moving was in vain, fighting a mere fantasy.

“Just a quickie and then I'll drop you off, don't be so rigid.”

Your body was puppeteered to the living room with dim lights, curved and modern furniture that someone paid great attention to match with the upholstery and the carpet that decorated the floor.

And your body was thrown to the edge of the pink couch, the metal underneath the cloth digging into your stomach, your ass in the air as you felt cold hands remove your underwear. Why weren't you moving? Why did you let this happen to you? What was your mom doing right now? You thought of her chubby body moving around her room while organizing her dresses, folding the flowery pieces and tucking in it away in her closet. Peacefully humming gospel songs.

Warm spit fell onto your pussy and you closed your eyes, the last tear creating a shadow on the corrugated carpet as Jungkook slid his cock around the entrance to wet the entire area. The phone rang five, six, ten times next to you. Beep.

Hello, you are calling the sweet home of Bee, Dr. Kim and Taehyung. We are on vacation in Florida, but when we arrive we will take your message. Bye bye!

Who were the animated voices humming on the phone and why was Jungkook's voice there? You looked at the stranger loosening his grip on the sudden crackling laughter coming from the small speaker on the phone.

"Fuck." The now stranger mumbled, holding your neck with his forearm.

"You got the wrong kid, callgirl." And your eyes opened like a full moon, you looked at the closed windows of the room. “Taehyung, you have ten to hide.”

"Shit." Taehyung whimpered behind you pushing your body to the ground, instinctively you grabbed his leg causing his body to fall to the ground next to yours.

If you were going to die today, you wouldn't do it alone.

"Five, six…"

“What the fuck are you doing, you fucking whore?! I will die if he finds me.” His reddened face dragged trying to take your sudden weight and strength off of him. It was useless. Black Sabbath began to play above the house, reverberating, like thousands of wasps between the walls. “I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please. Let me go."

Taehyung's head reached the kitchen when a worn military boot stopped his movements. The muddy sole of the boot collided with Taehyung's head, making it bounce again and again and again against the wood of the kitchen. It was a hollow, wet sound, more forceful with each blow.

You leaned your body back until you collided with the sofa, your nails anchored in the carpet.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, ple-” Taehyung tried to speak until the boot took the last hit and his jaw hung from his mouth like a toy. His eyes looked back with mercy. Run, he shouted to you with his bleeding eyes, run until you die but run. A broomstick passed through his mouth until his body bounced once more. And then...

So still.

Drool was falling from the corners from having your mouth open for so long. Why didn't you run? Is it that the boot you were looking for so long? Was the cruelty of being curious true?

An excessively tall figure passed through the kitchen frame, avoiding Taehyung's lifeless body. Black was the first thing you saw: the dirty jeans, the leather jacket tied around his waist, the Motley Crue tank top pressing against his chest and shoulders. Sweat dripped from his mullet to his tattoos.

His face, soft and covered in red. His oval nose and thin lips, eyes like a dead deer. Metal surrounding the room like the choir of fallen angels.

It was him, it was Jungkook.

“Poor little thing.” He licked his lips as he held your chin so you were looking at him. “Look at you, so afraid of that fucking-” he growled under his breath, getting down to your level.

"Please don't kill me." You cried, the air was thick, like sulfur around him.

“I didn't promise you that in the call, baby. Did you forget already?"

His hands were delicate under your armpits until he lifted you up and took your body to the furniture sitting you on top of his wide thighs. Your body looking at the turned off television, the curved reflection showed the difference in size. You were a doll on top of that beast.

“Put your foot up.” He ordered as he grabbed your knee to help you put on your Levi's with the softness of a creature in feather hands. "Stop crying."

“I can't, I'm too scared, I want to go home.”

"Pity." Jungkook sighed, taking your underwear from his jeans, wet with some chemical. His tattooed fingers took the flimsy cotton to your nose. Bitter at first and then it burned in your lungs. “Don't try to fight it, it'll be worse for you, baby. Atta girl, just let go, inhale.” His voice was serious, unharmed, like an anesthetic just like the clorophorm. There was no harm in closing your eyes if you were in the great hands of a beast, a mammoth.

"I like you girls manageable, stupid." Was the last thing you heard, a smile grazing your neck.

Your body rose without permission, abrupt. The pain was immeasurable.

“Jimin, she's up!” You heard a small voice in the corner of a familiar room, the sheets rough and thick.

The silhouette of Jimin's younger brother ran to the kitchen. The other two brothers approached the door, their blond heads peeking out. Jimin pushed them until he reached you.

“Hyung-”

“Shut the door, JP. I’m sick of you, just eat your fucking breakfast and get out of the house.” Jimin shouted, looking at his brothers out of the corner of his eye.

The slow footsteps receded and Jimin turned his attention to you.

“Love, no, don't cry. I'm here.”

His name fell from your lips desperately as you squeezed his face, consuming every detail so your body knew it was real and wouldn't squirm like a worm.

“Breathe with me, come on.”

You closed your eyes hugging your boyfriend's neck.

“Come on, I've prepared a hot bath for you in the twins' room.” You shook your head frantically without breaking away. “It's just to get the mud off your body, then we'll go back to bed.”

"Mud?"

“Minjun found you outside this morning, do you know where you were last night, who did this to you?”

You grabbed the sheets and uncovered your body, bruises covering your legs and stomach. The dried mud covering the sheets of Jimin's bed. A scream choked in your throat.

“Its okay, I can change the sheets. Don’t worry about that. Let's go champ, up.” Jimin patted your injured thigh so you would chain your legs around his abdomen. With a grunt, Jimin lifted you up and carried you to a makeshift tub of hot water.

The little beds were together on one side of the small room, a metal tub emanating sweet steam covering the walls of the room in a thin web of drops.

“Raise your arms.” Jimin kissed your neck gently, the nausea returning little by little but you just let your body melt in the arms of the only person who mattered. His eyes shone with the concern of a father, he undressed you as quickly as possible so that the bruises didn't have time to hurt. Reaching your shorts, he knelt in front of you and stared at your tired face.

“I shouldn't have gone to the bar last night.” He wavered his speech for a second as he slowly lowered the zipper.

“Shh.” Your hand fell into his messy hair, he was still wearing his pajamas, what time did Jungkook throw you in front of Jimin's trailer?

The silence became strange, different. You didn't understand Jimin's sudden furrowed eyebrows when he took off your Levi's.

“Minnie?”

“Motherf-” Jimin stood up and hit the wall hard. His body turned around until he was looking at the jeans on the floor again. “That's it, I'm calling Yoongi.”

"What? Yoongi, what for? Minnie, don't leave, please."

"Don't move!"

Your boyfriend disappeared from the room before you asked him what was happening. You sighed with a heavy heart as you walked in pain to the mirror on the wall: a wide, slimy stain extended from front to back of your panties, hickies covered your stomach. The pants fell to the floor and you went to the mirror on the wall.

Your trembling finger curved until you felt the hole between your legs, the whitish and salty cum thread stretched from your entrance to your shocked face.

You don't remember Taehyung penetrating you. Was Jungkook such an animal that he came inside while you were passed out? How could he?

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed silently, the pain was unbearable around your waist and legs, pussy still numb and you could only remember the patterns on the carpet.

Cruel curiosity.

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