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niningtori · 3 months ago

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an iron man | oneshot

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: beomgyu has only ever known how to live function as a rental sexbot. he fucks whoever and whatever comes his way with a forced smile plastered on his face. that is, until you, a self-proclaimed trainwreck, come along.

genre: android!au, sexbot!au, angst, romance, fluff (more than i ever thought i could ever write i fear...), skippable smut at the very end (will be marked)

warnings: very brief and vague mentions of beomgyu being forced to engage in sexual acts he does not want with previous clients, skippable smut at the very end (will be marked)

smut warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, praise, dacryphilia, sub!gyu

word count: 14.7k (trust i will not be writing this much again if this flops BWNWJSJEJDK)

notes: terrified to post this one because this is probably my favorite thing i've ever written and if it gets a bad reaction i might die :,) also very unsure if this is the best time to post it since it's during kinktober so i'm not sure if the demand is there but i love this work so so much i pray you all like it. if you don't read anything else from me, i hope that you read this bc i rlly care ab it :,) please don't be mean i beg

beomgyu doesn’t know how long he’s been living like this. living is an odd term, too, and it’s not just because “life” is ill-defined for an android, but because to call what he experiences a life feels like a bastardization of the term. his power is turned on at some point, usually late at night, he fucks or gets fucked by somebody he probably doesn’t know, then he does the same shit all over again. so yes, he may be “alive”, but he wouldn't dare to call what he experiences living. living is too precious of a term to be used so cheaply on a sex android who’s made available for rent for the highest bidder of the night.

he’s seen how people live through his scattered vignettes of human life. he only gets them when he’s powered on, but he soaks them up with pleasure because they’re the only thing he’s ever known. some people do it wildly, living unattached to everyone and everything. their lives are not completely dissimilar to his, in a way, except they have a choice in the matter. they have time to find themselves, what their likes and dislikes are, and they get to connect with people in a way he will never have the power to. others, though, live the kind of life he really wants. they live by loving and being loved, knowing and being known. he wonders what it’d be like to know somebody outside of whatever secret deviant sexual pleasures they have. he wonders what it’s like to be known, too, but he guesses you would need to have something for someone to care enough to know about in the first place. he has no such thing.

it’s a night like any other when he’s powered on by a total stranger. he briefly takes in his surroundings and notices that it’s a really nice place, but you wouldn’t be the first rich person to rent him — not by a longshot. next, he takes you in. now, there’s no reason for you to dress up, really. you have no need to tempt him, as he will be able to feign attraction no matter what you look like, but he still finds it odd that you seem to have forgone any effort to appeal to him, if only because most people’s fantasies require them to look and feel sexy; but you don’t look sexy at all. you look like you’ve just gotten home from a long day at work, and honestly? you kind of smell like it, too.

“do you think you could do the dishes for me? i’m exhausted,” you ask with a perfectly-timed yawn. what… ?

he short-circuits for a moment as he tries to think of an appropriate response. he’s never had anyone try to get him to do chores for them, but maybe this is some sort of weird roleplay? maybe you want him to act as a house husband for you before doing the deed, which isn’t necessarily a problem since he’s well-versed in acting, but there’s just one issue.

“i don’t know how,” he tells you honestly.

“you don’t know how to do dishes?” you ask curiously,

“it’s not in my programming,” he replies. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s embarrassed because of the way he hesitates and looks away from you when he says it. he can’t possibly feel that, though, so it must just be your imagination.

“oh… that’s alright. okay, do you know how to clean a room? mine’s kind of dirty,” you try.

“n-no,” he says, and he wishes the earth would just swallow him whole. he’s never failed at living up to expectations, and never so badly, at that. just what kind of fetish is this?

“that’s okay,” you sigh, and he may not fully understand it, but he can sense your disappointment. “well, what can you do?” and the question is not asked maliciously, but with what seems to be genuine wonder. ah. he knows how to answer this one. slowly, he walks up to you and loosens your hair. you look up at him in shock, but he just cups your face, swiping his thumb across your lower lip.

“i can do whatever you want me to, baby,” he whispers alluringly. “just tell me how you like it.” you’re so stunned at his switch in demeanor that you forget how to speak for a moment, but you quickly recollect yourself and pry his hands off of you.

“i don’t want you to do anything,” you insist. “i’m just tired. if you can’t help me clean, that’s alright. you can watch something if you’re bored. i think that’s it. well, goodnight.” beomgyu is malfunctioning at the moment. he thinks the gears in his head might be sparking while he tries to understand this new development. you don’t give him time to process it, though. you just slam your bedroom door shut behind you. he thinks he hears you lock it, too.

genuinely at a loss at the thought that he has nothing and no one to do, he sits himself on your couch. he tries not to make himself too at home at first, just barely making a dent on it and scooting to the very edge of the cushion as to not appear to be too relaxed. what if this is some sort of test? what if you’re actually going to come out soon so you two can fuck? until then, what should he do next? thoughts like this plague him until he accepts the fact that you are actually sleeping. your obnoxiously loud snoring is a dead giveaway, and he finally, finally feels brave enough to fiddle with your remote control.

he scrolls for something to watch. movies and shows have been on as background noise during sex before, so he’s somewhat familiar with them, but he’s never gotten the opportunity to pick for himself or actually pay attention to what's happening on screen. he settles on a romantic movie about a robot who joins human society. the robot falls in love with a human girl, but in the end, the robot has to leave the girl because the town won’t accept him, even after using him. she marries a human man and has children, and eventually grandchildren, too. she still loves the robot even though he’s gone, which he thinks is supposed to make him feel sorry for her, but all he can feel is pity for the robot, who spends the rest of his life alone.

it’s enough to make him cry, which he shouldn’t be able to do in a non-sexual setting, but he does it, anyway. it’s just so unfair to him. the girl is able to live a normal life while the robot is doomed to be alone forever. why? because he was born different? it’s not his fault that he was invented, but he spends the rest of his time on earth paying for the crime of existing in a world not built for him. the more beomgyu thinks about it, the more wronged he feels. he’s outright sobbing by the time you plop down on the couch beside him. he jumps up and straightens his posture while trying in vain to regain his composure.

“yeah, this movie makes me cry, too,” you quietly remark. he’s silent, not because he didn’t hear what you said, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to act after being caught red handed.

“can i ask you something?” you ask in lieu of his lack of a response.

“yes,” he feebly answers.

“why are you crying?” you question with a tilt of your head, but something in him tells him that you already know.

“because the movie made me sad,” he admits after a pause.

“are androids supposed to feel things like that?”

“... no,” he replies after a pause.

“then why can you?”

“i… i don't know. just please don’t say anything to my owners,” he pleads. he knows that if the company that owns him were to find out about this, he’d be scrapped in a heartbeat. or worse, they’d analyze him like a labrat to try to find the anomaly within him. his “life” as a sexbot will be over, and he’d really rather be a box of scraps than live as a case study in a lab somewhere.

“it’s okay,” you tell him with a reassuring smile as you watch him trying not to spiral. “i won’t tell them. it’ll be our secret.” beomgyu has never had a secret to share with anyone before, so he feels an overwhelming amount of excitement at the idea that he will finally have one. his chest feels warm at the thought.

“thank you,” he says with a grateful smile.

“no problem,” you reply with a yawn. “i’m tired, so i’m heading back to bed. i just wanted to get some water. goodnight, for real this time.”

“goodnight,” he murmurs softly. you return his words with a sleepy smile and go back into your room. he finds that he’s smiling even when you leave.

he spends the night consuming as much media as he conceivably can before he has to leave. usually, he'd be powered off after he’s done being used, so he greedily savors every moment he can. who knows if he'll ever get this chance again. when you wake up, you're surprised to see that he's exactly where you left him, still watching the screen intently.

“good morning,” you say while stretching your arms.

“good morning,” he replies.

“are you ready to be returned?” you ask.

“... yes,” he lies.

“okay. i think somebody will be here to pick you up in an hour or so. you hungry?”

“i don't really eat,” he bashfully answers. for some reason, he's embarrassed at the fact that you're treating him like a human while he's unable to fully act like one.

“oh. i guess that makes sense,” you nod.

things are quiet until he’s picked up, but it’s not an awkward silence. you sit next to him on the couch as you wolf down some breakfast and let him watch whatever he pleases. when he eventually hears knocking at your door, he feels an incomprehensible sense of dread.

“i think that's them,” you remark, breaking the silence.

“y-yeah,” he replies.

“well, it was nice to meet you,” you say, reaching out your hand for him. he’s unsure what to do with it. not missing a beat, you gently grab his hand and shake it. he's stunned at the physical contact, and he's still reeling when you let the man from the rental company in. you have a brief conversation with him before he walks towards beomgyu.

“goodbye,” you tell the android with a smile and a little wave.

“... good—” and the man switches him off.

the next time beomgyu is powered on, he’s in your house again. relief floods him when he realizes it. you don’t seem as exhausted as the last time he saw you. when that was, he has no idea, but if he had to guess, he’d say it was just last night because of the fact that he’s so popular he’s rented almost every day.

“hey,” you greet him with a smile. he’s still feeling relieved before he realizes that tonight might be the night where you ask him to have sex with you. maybe you were just tired last night and had no desire to fuck, but he can tell that you’re feeling more energetic tonight.

“i didn’t catch your name,” you add.

“... beomgyu. i’m part of the choi line, but i’m a custom model, so they gave me a name,” he tentatively replies.

“nice,” you nod, and you briefly introduce yourself before asking if he wants to watch a movie.

“watch… a movie?” is this some sort of euphemism for fucking? it wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard of something like this. as mentioned before, some people like movies as background noise.

“yeah, you can pick,” you say, casually plopping down on the couch and patting the cushion next to you. he hesitantly takes your cue, and he’s mentally preparing himself for what comes next before you take a blanket and cocoon yourself in it so tightly, it’d be impossible for him to touch you.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, and he jolts a bit when he realizes that he’s been staring in disbelief. “oh, are you cold? do you want a blanket, too?”

“‘m fine,” he replies.

“are you sure? the clothes they make you wear look a little thin,” you observe with your nose wrinkled, and he feels impossibly small under your surveying eye. “here, i’ll get you some sweats. i think soobin left some the last time he was here.”

“who’s soobin?” he asks a little too quickly. so quickly, in fact, he doesn’t even have time to process why he even asked.

“my friend. stay here, i’ll grab them for you.”

when you return, you have a long pair of sweatpants in hand and a big t-shirt.

“you can change in the bathroom. it’s down the hallway and to the left, okay?” he nods in response.

he strips his clothes off as best as he can, and it feels like he’s shedding a second skin. when he’s finished undressing, he pulls on the clothes you gave him and stares in the mirror. it’s in his programming to always be mindful of how he looks, but he feels especially self-conscious now that he’s wearing a normal outfit. he fixes up his hair and clears his throat before exiting your (messy) bathroom and making his way back into your living room. he finds you fiddling with your phone before you look up at him.

“took you long enough,” you tease, and he blushes, which stuns you. just how human is this guy?

“s-sorry, i —”

“hey, i’m just kidding. you’re fine. you look pretty good in those clothes — soobin would be jealous,” you chuckle. his ears perk up at the mention of soobin again. is he your boyfriend? he must be. why else would he have clothes at your house? is that why you don't want to sleep with beomgyu? because you have someone already? if that's the case, why rent him at all? but he is not brave enough to ask these questions, so he settles for a soft “thank you” and returns to his spot on the couch.

you toss him the remote and he catches it with ease before unsurely flipping through your streaming services. he finds something that piques his interest and turns to you with an uncertain look before you nod encouragingly. he selects it and lets it play. he doesn’t mean to, but he finds himself sinking further and further into the cushions as it progresses.

it’s a sweet movie — a romantic comedy about an amnesic woman whose memory is wiped clean every morning, but a man falls in love with her, anyway. she never remembers him, so he has to make her fall in love with him in a new way every day. he finds himself smiling throughout it, but a particularly funny scene has him actually laughing for the first time. it’s a squeaky sort of thing, and he has never laughed before, so he’s somewhat surprised as it leaves his throat. he looks to you in trepidation, but you just smile warmly and respond with a soft chuckle of your own. he finds that he looks to you every time a new development occurs, and you always answer encouragingly.

the end of the film surprises him. it’s bittersweet in that she never does get her memory back, but the man makes a video recounting their entire love story for her to watch every time she wakes up. it ends with them living happily together in spite of everything, and it’s enough to make him sob. he turns to you and sees that you’re teary-eyed as well, but you seem to be enjoying his reaction so much that there’s still a grin on your face. after the film ends, you can tell that he has something on his mind.

“what’s wrong? didn’t you like it?” you gently ask.

“i did. i just don’t understand,” he replies timidly.

“don’t understand what?”

“why he would do all of that for her, i guess,” he says.

“because he loves her. when you love somebody, you’d do anything to be with them. you always find a way,” you tell him, and the sentiment seems to strike a chord within him.

“even if they’re that different?”

“of course.”

beomgyu spends the following nights with this same routine. he’s switched on, sees you standing in front of him with a smile, gets comfortable, and watches as much media as he possibly can while you two chatter away about every scene. he learns much more from it than he ever did from experience with his previous renters, and he finds himself becoming more and more emotional by the day. you never try to question him or press him to explain any of his feelings, and it just makes him feel even more comfortable with you.

one day, he even feels comfortable enough to ask you a question. the question.

“can i ask you something?”

“of course! what is it?” you reply in earnest. beomgyu has never directly inquired about you.

“why do you rent me? i mean, i know we watch stuff together now, but why rent me in the first place?” and even when he feels exponentially more at ease with you than he ever has in any other context, he’s still nervous when he asks it.

“oh, my friend did it as a joke, i guess,” you shrug. “he thought i needed to get laid or something, but i’m not into stuff like that, so i just thought i’d ask you to help me clean. obviously, that’s what i actually need,” you giggle. what he feels at your words can only be described as disappointment. “stuff like that”? so you’re not into sleeping with sexbots? is it because you find them disgusting? is it because you find him disgusting? he’s not sure what he expected, but this wasn’t it.

“oh. so why don’t you buy a cleaning bot?” he asks softly, and while you are usually pretty perceptive of his emotions, you don’t register the fact that he’s at a loss right now.

“i dunno. my parents were always against that sort of thing. they thought it was wrong, i guess, so i didn’t grow up with them like everyone else did. i didn’t really have an opinion on them until i met you,” you tell him while grinning and lightly nudging him with your elbow. he tries his best to smile because, in theory, your words are really sweet. you see him as more than just another android, so why does he feel like that’s not enough?

the fragile connection you two have made seems even more fragile now. at least, it does to him. you only met each other because of a joke your friend just so happened to make, not because of fate or the divine intervention that he always sees in the movies. maybe in another world, your friend rented a different sexbot. maybe you’d even treat them the same way you treat him. the thought alone makes something ugly burn in his chest.

still, you are oblivious to the internal war raging within beomgyu.

“hey, i’ve got an idea,” you tell him, and he perks up a bit. “have you ever listened to music?”

“not really,” he replies solemnly. people have played it in the background of their sexual escapades, but he hasn’t really gotten the chance to listen the same way humans do. you finally register his crestfallen appearance, but you chalk it up to him feeling like he’s missing out.

“why don’t we listen to some? i can play a bunch of different genres so you can find what you like,” you suggest, and he agrees to it. truthfully, he doesn’t fully understand how music can be better than movies and shows, but he is curious to find out what makes it so special.

and special, it is. he doesn’t like every song you play, he realizes, but that’s only natural given how different they are from each other. he finds himself being drawn to the more emotional and moody ones, but he can’t help but enjoy the way you quietly sing and nod along to the more upbeat tunes.

as you continue to sit together, you begin to fiddle with your hair. you’re scoffing and loosening it for the umpteenth time before you’re about to give up, but beomgyu stops you.

“let me do it,” he says.

“do you know how?”

“i think i can. i’ve been watching you,” he says simply.

“... okay.”

you turn your back to him to give him access to your hair and he scoots closer to you. closer than you’ve ever been. his touch on your head is careful as he gently gathers your hair and begins to braid it. you’re not sure how much time passes because he’s actually quite slow, but it’s relaxing all the same. you find yourself softly humming to the tune of the song playing. the lyrics are a little dark, but you follow along in earnest, and beomgyu thinks he finally understands why people like music so much. for moments like this. he tries to soak up every detail he can, from the way the light hits your frame to the melody you hum, and he wishes this moment could last forever.

but you only have so much hair, so the moment does have to end, eventually. he ties up your hair and you pull out your phone camera to admire his handiwork. admittedly, it’s a lot better than anything you could’ve done. it seems that he’s a fast learner.

“this looks perfect! thanks, beoms,” you say warmly. he’s stunned for a second at the nickname.

“beoms?”

“yeah, like beomgyu. beoms,” you say with a casual shrug, and something in his chest blossoms. “i give all of my friends nicknames.” and something in his chest explodes at the title of “friend”.

“you do?” he asks excitedly.

“yeah. like, i call soobin ‘soobinie’ or ‘soobie’, sometimes,” you giggle, and the bloom of hope in his chest dies with it.

“are you two close?” he asks, even though he knows the answer will probably hurt him.

“very. he’s my best friend,” you answer fondly. oh. you’re beomgyu’s best friend — you’re beomgyu’s only friend, and tentatively at that. the idea that the deep connection he feels with you is even deeper with someone else, at least in your eyes, makes him feel sick. do you let soobin play with your hair? do you hum along to songs you’ve shown him while he does it? do you smile at him after he’s finished and compliment him on his skills? probably, probably, probably. the ugly feeling that was previously completely foreign to him now takes its usual place in his chest, and it makes his stomach hurt so much that if he could vomit, his metaphorical dinner would be all over the floor.

“oh,” is all he can say.

days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months, but every time beomgyu awakens, he finds you smiling up at him. this can’t be good for your bank account — he’s quite expensive to rent, after all — but he’s far too afraid to actually bring it up. what if you realize just how much money you’re sinking into him and want to stop renting him? what will he do if you don’t want him anymore? he feels an incomparable sense of dread at the thought.

he prepares to sit on the couch and watch something, listen to music, or even play a video game with you. you two have gotten into them recently, and he’s discovered that he very much enjoys playing with you, even when you’re yelling at him and demanding that he stop letting you win. he can’t help but grin when he thinks about it. you start playing a song, and you do, indeed, invite him to sit on the couch, but you don’t sit down next to him and start babbling away about your day like you usually would.

“do you think you could do me a favor?” you ask.

“what, do you want me to wash your dishes?” he jokes, and you share a laugh before you say your next words, but all laughter and joy is profusely sucked out of him when you say them.

“no, smartass, but can you braid my hair for me? i’m going over to soobin’s tonight, and i want it out of my way.”

“soobin’s?”

“yeah, it’s been a while since i’ve stayed the night, and he said we’re way past due for it,” you tell him, and the world as beomgyu knows it comes crashing down around him.

“you’re staying the night with him?”

“mhm. he’s right, it’s been too long; but don’t worry, i bought a pass so you can play video games online. there’s even a headset so you can talk to people, if you want. maybe you’ll even make some friends,” you say while playfully waggling your eyebrows. beomgyu’s silence is pensive, to say the very least, and you worry that he’s apprehensive of making a friend that isn't you.

“seriously, you might like it. it’ll be good for you to meet more people, honestly. i’m sure it’s driving you crazy to only have me to talk to,” you jokingly add, but to beomgyu, it’s the worst joke he’s ever heard. no, it does not drive him crazy to only talk to you every day. in fact, even though he’s not conscious during the time you spend away from each other, he thinks, deep down, that he still somehow misses you when you’re apart. and no, he does not think he needs to have anyone but you. you are more than enough for him, so how could you ever think he needs more? again, he is taunted by that same strange and implacable feeling he’s been having ever since he met you, yet he can’t quite put his finger on it, even when he nods and tells you that he’ll try making new friends.

but as he brushes out your hair and you sing along to the words:

"i’m glad i didn’t die before i met you

but now i don’t care

i could go anywhere with you

and i’d probably be happy"

he finally understands what that feeling is. that warm, all-consuming feeling. that feeling of comfort, safety, and unconditional understanding. that feeling of infinite curiosity about the other person. that feeling of wanting to known and be known in a way so profound it physically aches.

yes, as he gathers your hair and ever-so-gently twists it in his hands in preparation for you staying the night with a man you clearly prefer over him, the feeling becomes clear as day. love. what he feels for you is love — an emotion he should never be able to even fathom, yet he does.

and it makes him loathe himself to a degree he never thought he was capable of.

he’s so put off by this sentiment, he almost can’t finish the braid because his hands are shaking so much, but somehow, he finishes, anyway.

“are you done?” you ask as you fiddle with your hair and look back at him.

“mhm,” he replies.

“yay! thank you!” you say giddily.

“you’re welcome,” he mumbles. you’re not stupid, so you notice that something is off about him, but you just assume it’s because he’s nervous about being left alone to make new friends. you feel guilty in a certain sense, but it’ll be good for him to branch out and meet new people, so you tuck the feeling away as best as you can before packing your nightly essentials and getting ready to leave.

“i’ll be back tomorrow morning,” you tell him, and he only nods with his lips pursed, which makes your heart feel sour.

“try not to miss me too much,” you tease, but it doesn’t seem to cheer him up in the slightest.

“have fun,” he replies weakly, and your previously sour heart now kind of aches, but you have to do this for him. you can't always be beside him for everything, right? besides, it's only for the night.

you open the door to leave, but before you go, you turn back to him and he senses hesitation in you. before he can question it, you’re opening your arms, and his eyes widen when he realizes you’re inviting him in for a hug. you almost regret doing it as soon as you open them for fear of making him uncomfortable, but he embraces you before you have time to process such feelings. on beomgyu’s end, he has always been wary of touch for obvious reasons, but he gravitates towards your open arms like he was meant to be in them.

he rests his chin on the top of your head for a moment and you spend an unknown length of time just standing with your arms wrapped around each other.

“i’ll miss you,” you admit, and before you can smack yourself for being so dramatic and sentimental over what will ultimately only be one night, you can swear you feel his grip tightening even more around you.

eventually, you break away and look up at him with a smile. you ruffle his hair and promise to see him later, and he answers you with a nod. then, you're leaving and locking the door behind you.

immediately, beomgyu feels a sense of loss he’s never felt before. after all, to experience loss, you must have something worth losing in the first place, and he has never had anything like that. at least, not until you. so he stands at the door for who knows how long, just like a puppy waiting for his owner to get home.

soobin can sense you’re out of it before you even finish crossing through his doorway, and it puts a halt to your typically overdramatic greeting.

“what’s the matter? are you feeling okay?” he questions concernedly as he pulls you in for a hug. you nod before you break apart from him and walk through the threshold.

“y-yeah. it’s just, i don’t know, i guess i just feel bad about leaving beomgyu all by himself,” you tell him as you plop down on his couch.

“the android you’ve been renting?” he asks incredulously. “i’ve been meaning to ask you about that, actually. why’re you renting it so much? i barely even see you anymore. is the sex that good?”

“you know i don’t use androids like that,” you snap in annoyance, partially because he’s calling beomgyu “it”.

“i know, which is why i’m so confused. why rent it in the first place if you’re not getting anything out of it?”

you struggle to answer his question. you promised beomgyu you’d keep his secret, but you trust soobin, and you know he won’t judge him, or worse, report him. besides, it’ll be good to have an unbiased third party weigh in on the situation. with this in mind, you tell him about beomgyu, skipping over some of the more personal details. he’s in disbelief at first and actually thinks you’re just fucking with him, but as you tell him more and more about the time you’ve spent together, his smile falls and his face turns serious.

“so that’s why i feel so guilty about leaving him alone,” you finish with a deep sigh. he’s silent for a few moments before collecting his thoughts.

“god, i can’t believe this is actually happening,” he whispers.

“i know. it’s insane, but it’s true. he’s just so… human. you should've seen the way he looked at me when i told him i was leaving. i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone look so sad before.”

“well, you’re right about him needing to make friends,” he says with a nod, and it validates all of your misgivings about leaving him alone. “but don’t you think you should, i don’t know, think about what all of this means?”

“what do you mean?” you ask, and in that moment, he knows you have no idea about the way beomgyu probably feels about you. he’s not 100% confident in his deductions, but the way you describe how beomgyu acts around you pretty much tells him everything he needs to know.

“i mean, you basically have a completely sentient creature who relies on you for everything. if he’s as human as you say he is, then he can probably feel everything that we do. right now, i’d guess that he feels like you’re all he knows.” and the sneaking sense of guilt that was previously threatening to creep up on you is now completely overwhelming. you’re all he knows. and you left him all alone to fend for himself and make his own friends. yes, he needs to learn how to make connections, but how could you expect him to know how to do that? it took weeks for him to finally seem comfortable around you, so how could he possibly know how to make them on his own? moreover, even though it's nothing to you, you're his entire world. he must feel like you abandoned him.

“i’ve gotta go,” you mumble.

“what?” he asks.

“i–i’ve gotta go home,” you repeat as you hurriedly stand up and hug him goodbye.

“wait! i think you should —”

“love you, bye!” you shout as you book it out of the doorway.

when you return home, you open the door to see beomgyu listlessly staring at the television screen. when he hears you, he turns to look at you with watery eyes. he looks so lost in this moment, and all of your suspicions are confirmed.

“beoms, i am so sorry,” you tell him as you rush over and throw your arms around him.

“for what?” he asks with a gulp as he stays in your embrace, shakily wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i’m sorry for leaving you all by yourself. i thought it was just for one night, so it’d be alright, but you don’t have anyone but me right now; and i realize that it’s unfair for me to expect you to meet other people all on your own when you’ve never had to do it before. if you want friends, i’ll help you, okay? i’ll be there with you as you do it,” you tell him, and you feel his body trembling.

“i-i’m sorry. i know it’s not a big deal, but when you’re not with me, i feel so scared. i… i don’t know how to do anything by myself. i’m s-sorry i need you so much,” he whispers, and your heart breaks.

“don’t be sorry,” you say gently. “how about this: i’ll join you online and we can talk to people together. then, when you’re ready, you can start hanging out with my friends in person, too, okay? we can keep going until you don’t need me anymore.” beomgyu outwardly agrees, which seems to put you at ease, but there’s just one issue: he’ll always need you.

gaming online is actually really fun, but making friends is hard for someone like beomgyu. he’s quiet and a little awkward at first, but after a few nights and with your help, he finally warms up to the people he games with. he gets so comfortable, in fact, that he’s even able to shit talk with them a little.

“fuckkk, that’s so unfair!” his new friend, kai, wails over the headset.

“it’s not unfair, you just suck,” beomgyu chuckles, and kai whines again. you laugh at their interaction before kai continues.

“how are you so fucking good at this game? you’ve only been playing for a few nights, and you’re already better than me!” he pouts.

“i’m just gifted,” beomgyu boasts.

“very true,” you add, and he beams, but kai’s next words throw him off-kilter.

“whatever. stop asking your girlfriend to argue with me — you two make me sick,” he jokes with his signature maniacal laugh, but the two of you are too stunned to laugh along. you look at each other in sheer embarrassment, and you can see beomgyu’s ears turning bright pink beneath his blond hair. you’re not sure why you feel so mortified, but you do. this is beomgyu, for god’s sake. there’s no earthly way you could ever see him in anything other than a purely platonic way, so why does your heart feel uneasy at the notion? while you’re still too stunned to speak, beomgyu tries to pipe up and respond.

“sh-she’s — we’re not, uh —”

“damn it!” kai yells as his character dies yet again, and any momentum beomgyu previously had to clear up the misunderstanding is killed stone dead in its tracks.

he turns to look at you unsurely, but the awkward moment seems to have passed for you as you laugh at kai’s character’s death. if only he could be as unfazed.

after kai goes offline, you two decide to quit gaming for the night. you turn to beomgyu nervously, and he immediately knows that you’re going to say something serious. he hopes beyond hope that it’s not about what kai said.

“can i ask you something?” and his heart sinks. oh god, you probably caught onto his feelings. he’s not sure he has the confidence to tell the truth, but how could he lie to you?

“y-yes,” he replies, voice a bit unsteady.

“okay, you can say no if you want, but soobin invited us to a get together he’s having pretty soon. it’s not anything too crazy, so there’ll only be a few of us. i think it’ll be a good start for you. maybe you’ll even make some new friends, you know?” he’s silent at your words just out of sheer shock. he’d definitely missed the mark when guessing your intentions.

“it’s okay to say no,” you hurriedly add, “but my friends are really nice, and i’d be with you the entire time. even if you don’t talk to anybody, you can talk to me.”

“okay,” he agrees before he can even really think about it. he guesses he’s just relieved that you still don’t know about his feelings, but part of him aches even still.

“really?” you ask incredulously. “oh my god! i have to tell soobin — he’ll be so excited!” you babble, and his lips curl upwards at how happy you are. he wishes he could always make you happy like this, and it seems that he’d agree to absolutely anything if you were the one asking.

work has been especially taxing today, which is nothing new, but you have this insatiable suspicion that something feels… off as you finish up for the day. as you’re about to head out for the night, you wonder what beomgyu will want to do once you get home. maybe he’ll want to play games with kai, or maybe he’ll want to watch a movie with you. maybe he’ll let you cuddle up to him for warmth, which he’s been very willing to do, lately. the unspoken rule that you two will never touch has become blurry for some reason, but you’re pretty touchy with all of your friends, so it only feels like a matter of course to you.

you’re thinking about all of the potential ways tonight could play out when it hits you: you didn’t reserve beomgyu. you spit out a curse and hurriedly take out your phone to book him, but it’s too late. he’s already assigned to someone for the night. fuck.

when you get home, you’re anxious beyond belief. you haven’t spent a night without beomgyu in months, but more importantly, he hasn’t spent a night without you. you try not to think about how scared he will be when he’s powered on in a stranger’s home. you hope he’s able to just switch back to his initial programming, but somehow, you just know it won’t be that easy. you feel sick with worry when you think about how someone so human will have to involuntarily turn his feelings off and pretend to enjoy something he’s being forced to do — with no compensation, no less. he must think you abandoned him. he must think you don’t care about him. how could you forget to reserve him when he needs you so much? fuck how busy you were with work, his wellbeing should have been your first priority.

so you sit and watch the hours tick by. you try to relax. you try to tell yourself it’s only for one night, and he’s been doing it for years, but something just feels wrong, wrong, wrong. you’re about to try to force yourself to go to sleep so the night ends more quickly when you hear a rapid knocking on your door. it’s strange for someone to call on you so late, indeed, but when you look through your peephole, you see none other than the very boy you’ve been worrying about.

“beomgyu?” you say incredulously when you swing open the door. immediately, he embraces you, and you feel hot tears streaming down your neck as he nuzzles his face into it. you hold him as best as you can as you rub circles into his back and try to shush his cries.

“it’s okay, i’m here,” you tell him, and he whines. you try to break away to get a good look at him, but he just pulls you in even closer, as if you’re his only lifeline in this world, and in a way, you are.

after his breathing slows and his sobs die out, he reluctantly parts from you, so you hold his hand and lead him to your couch. his eyes are swollen and bloodshot while his nose is a bright pink, but he never once takes his eyes off of you for fear of letting you out of his sight. in his mind, you can’t leave as long as he can see you.

“are you alright?” you tentatively ask, hand still holding his and soothingly caressing it in an attempt to calm him down. he goes to nod before stopping himself and shaking his head in the negative. your eyes soften even more at the action.

“do you want to talk about what happened?” you try, and he nods before clearing his throat.

“i, um, i woke up and i was at this woman’s house. she… she wanted me to get undressed, but i didn’t want to, so she started doing it for me.” you wince at his words, but he’s not finished yet.

“she kept touching me, and it was so disgusting i just — i just couldn't stand it, so i ran away and came here. i don’t mean to make your life harder, and i won’t ask for you to stay the night with me anymore, but if you could just let me stay here, i promise i’ll learn how to clean or do anything you want. please, just don’t make me —”

“beomgyu, stop it,” you say softly, but firmly. “you are not making my life harder. you can stay here as much as you want and do whatever you want while you’re here. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean for this to happen. i was just so busy with work, and by the time i realized it, somebody had already booked you. i promise you that it’ll never happen again, okay? so you don't have to be afraid. i’m not leaving you, and i won’t let anyone hurt you, either.”

you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look so relieved before. it looks as though you just saved his life, and to beomgyu, you essentially did. he holds your hand even tighter, as if you’re the only thing keeping him from falling off the face of this planet.

“wait here, i’ll get you some clothes,” you say gently, but as you go to leave, he holds you even tighter. your eyebrow quirks in a silent question at his actions, and he looks sheepish for a moment before saying his next words.

“c-can we just stay like this for a bit? just for a little while? i’m still scared,” he mumbles, and your heart melts.

“of course. come here,” you beckon, and he falls into your arms and rests his head on your shoulder, breathing your scent in as he tries to imprint this moment into his hardware. you stay like that for a while before you finally convince him to change out of his uncomfortable clothes. he reluctantly lets you go, and his eyes follow you everywhere you walk.

that night, you stay up later than usual to spend more time with him. he stays glued to your side and ensures that he’s always touching you in some way, which is endearing in a way you can’t seem to put into words. when you’re about to head to bed for the night, you swear you hear him whimper, but he lets you go, anyway. as you lay your head down and get comfortable under the covers, you hear a timid knocking on your door. you call him in, and his gaze shyly flickers between you and the floor.

“c-can i stay with you tonight? i won’t bother you, i swear. it’s just — i just still feel weird. y-you can say no! i just thought that —”

“come here,” you softly interrupt, and he doesn’t hesitate to listen. he closes the door behind him and shuffles towards you, stopping uncertainly at the edge of the bed in a silent plea for permission to enter it. you feel a weird, warm feeling in your chest when he does it. you scoot over and pat the open space next to you before he gathers enough courage to slide in. you cover him with your blanket, and he stiffly accepts it. you giggle at his awkwardness and cuddle up to him, placing your arms around his waist before thinking better of it. how could you just invade his personal space when he’s clearly traumatized? you go to remove your arms and scoot away before he firmly locks you in place.

“it’s okay,” he whispers, settling himself into your embrace and mindlessly toying with the ends of your hair.

“are you sure?” you ask.

“i’m sure.”

it isn't long before beomgyu hears your breathing slow down, and eventually he hears you begin to snore. he smiles at the sound. he can't really sleep, but he's perfectly content with watching you rest. he continues to play with your hair, and you nuzzle into his touch every so often. he doesn’t want to repeat the events leading up to tonight, but he would do it all over again — any number of times — with a smile on his face if it meant he got to be with you like this again.

the next morning, beomgyu waits for the usual delivery guy from the company to pick him up, but it’s currently way past the usual pickup time. he’s most certainly not complaining, but you don’t seem even remotely fazed by the matter. however, while you’re casually flipping through your streaming catalog literal hours after he’d already be gone, he can’t stop himself from asking:

“um, d-do you know when i’m being picked up?” you pause, and he worries that he may have said the wrong thing before you turn to him.

“do you want to be picked up?” you ask solemnly.

“n-no! of course not. it’s just, you know, i’d usually be gone by now, so i —”

“do you want to stay here? with me, i mean,” you interrupt.

“i… i do,” he replies with a gulp. usually, that’d be all you get from him, but it feels like the perfect opportunity to be honest about his feelings. “i always want to stay with you, but i know i’m expensive, and i don’t want to be a bother.” he looks ashamed as he admits it, but if he had the courage to look in your eyes, he’d note the fondness that lies within them.

“i told you that you’re not a bother to me. i also told you that you could stay here for as long as you want, remember?” and he does, so he nods.

“alright. i meant it when i said it last night, and i mean it now. if you want to be here, you can stay for as long as you’d like. you don't have to worry about your owners anymore, i promise.” and he thinks he’s never seen you as serious as you are now. he wonders what you mean before it dawns on him.

“you… did you buy me?” he asks in disbelief.

“y-yeah. i’m sorry, it sounds so gross when i hear it out loud, but that doesn’t mean that i own you or anything. what i really wanted to buy was your freedom, so you can stay as long as you want, but that also means that you can leave whenever you want, too.”

“i’m so sorry,” he says in a hushed, hurried tone. “i know i'm expensive. i’m really sorry.”

“money is not an object to me,” you dismiss in faux arrogance with a wave of your hand in hopes that it’ll lighten the mood, but beomgyu can’t stop the tears from falling over his waterlines, and you’re afraid your attempt to help him only made him feel more indebted to you. all worry is promptly washed away when you feel him pull you into his arms.

“thank you,” he just barely breathes out. “i don’t know how i’ll ever pay you back, but i’ll try, i swear.”

“you don’t have to do anything for me, beoms. i should’ve done it a lot sooner, but i’m just a little slow, i guess,” you muse, and he chuckles softly into your neck.

sleeping with beomgyu should’ve only happened once, but every night when you say you’re heading to bed, he looks at you with puppy eyes and you find yourself inviting him to come along. each time, he looks so excited that if he had a tail, it would most certainly be wagging. he obediently follows you to your room and settles into the empty space next to you before holding you in his arms as you drift off. he’s even taken to humming the tunes of songs he likes when you struggle to settle down, and his baritone voice lulls you to sleep like a charm every time. he spends his time by just looking at you and trying to reconcile with his new reality. this is real. he gets to spend however many nights he wants next to you, as per your own words. even if you didn’t mean them, he plans to take them seriously. he is perfectly content with spending the rest of his life just sleeping with you, looking at you, being with you.

soobin’s get together is tonight, and you look different than usual. your typical look is very casual, which makes sense because you’re only ever at home when you’re with him, but you are now primped and ready to be seen, and it makes him anxious because you look even more lovable. he knows these people are your friends, so they must’ve seen you dressed up before, but that only makes him all the more uneasy; they know a side of you he is only now seeing, and it makes that same old ugly feeling he's grown so accustomed to sprout in his chest.

when you arrive at soobin’s place, the first thing you do when soobin swings open the door is jump in his arms like you didn’t just see him a week ago. he spins you around with a dimpled grin that’s so sincere, beomgyu feels emotionally decimated by it. you both giggle as you break apart, and the jealousy beomgyu feels brewing within feels unpacifiable.

“is this beomgyu?” soobin asks, grin still very much apparent.

“yes! you’re gonna love him,” you answer giddily.

“it’s nice to meet you,” soobin says warmly while stretching out his hand, which beomgyu awkwardly shakes while he tries to force his lips to curl upwards in what he prays is a believable smile.

“nice to meet you,” he mumbles.

“everyone’s already here, but you’re late as always,” soobin playfully chastises, and you pout in response.

everyone greets you when you walk in, mostly by hugging you and lightheartedly scolding you for not coming out anymore. they’re very clearly bantering with you, but each reproach feels like a knife to beomgyu’s heart. he’s the reason you haven’t seen them in so long.

clueless to it all, you introduce him as your friend to everyone, which only makes him feel worse, somehow. he is just one friend out of many, meanwhile you’re his entire world. you’re far too caught up in the joy of seeing some of your favorite people after so long to notice his dismay, however.

you lead him to soobin’s couch to have a seat with you and one of your friends, taehyun maybe, offers him a drink, to which he awkwardly declines. you quickly follow up with something to the effect of “he isn’t much of a drinker,” and beomgyu nods in affirmation. you try your best to include beomgyu in conversation, but they’re all talking about people and places he doesn't know. all he knows is you, and the world you two built together seems smaller and smaller with every new topic of conversation.

he notices that soobin seems to be eyeing him somewhat strangely, though he tries his best to play it off. he could just attribute it to surface level curiosity, but his intuition tells him it’s much deeper than that. is soobin sizing up his competition? maybe so, but there’s not much to see. beomgyu is handsome, and he knows it, but soobin knows a side of you beomgyu has only ever heard stories about. you’ve told him about your friends and the goings on between you and your coworkers, but it pales in comparison to actually meeting them. he makes an internal note to ask even more questions than he usually does the next time you’re telling him about your day. until then, he sits as close to you as humanly possible and clings onto your arm, which is so second nature to you, you don't even notice that he’s doing it.

soobin, who is usually not the inquisitive type, can’t help but question the dynamic between you and beomgyu. at first, the lingering glances and intimate gestures were innocuous enough to be written off as mere friendliness, but when you whisper something in beomgyu’s ear and he flushes a bright pink, soobin knows he can’t ignore it any longer. he especially can’t ignore it when you turn away from beomgyu and he raises a hand to the ear you just whispered into as if he’s reliving the moment. well, time to test his theory.

soobin slides into the open cushion next to you and begins excitedly chattering about how pretty you look tonight, and he even takes your braided hair into his hands and twirls it between his fingers.

“your hair looks pretty,” he muses.

“beomgyu did it, actually,” you grin, and soobin glances over to said boy, who is currently glaring daggers at him. the look in beomgyu’s eyes is so intense, he almost wants to back off, but he has to get to the bottom of this.

“did he? you know, it’s been a while since you stayed over. wanna have a sleepover tonight? you have some clothes here from last time, and we can cuddle, i know you like that,” he says as innocently as he possibly can.

before you can even reply, beomgyu is slamming his hands on the coffee table. you turn to face him in surprise, and the look on his face is the angriest you’ve ever seen him. his eyes are dark and his nostrils are flared as he heavily breathes. he’s never been angry at all in front of you, actually, so to say you’re taken aback is the understatement of the century.

“beoms? what’s wrong?” you ask concernedly, completely turning away from soobin. your voice is enough to somewhat placate him, but before he can fully calm down, soobin is saying his next words.

“i’m sure he’s fine. beomgyu, you can find your way home tonight on your own, can’t you?” beomgyu is positively seething at this. before you can question him again, he’s gripping your hand so tightly it’s like it’s the only thing keeping him from drowning, so you excuse the both of you and drag him to the bathroom for some privacy.

“are you alright?” you ask, frantically scanning his figure for some sort of sign of pain or discomfort.

“i-i’m fine, i just, uh, i don’t feel good,” he says flatly.

“what’s wrong? is it too much? do we need to go home?” he’s so flustered, he barely registers that you’re calling your house “home”, but he still notices it in spite of everything, and it’s like a balm on his aching heart.

“y-yeah, can we go home? please?” he pleads, and you hurriedly nod.

“of course, just let me say bye to everyone before we leave, okay?” and he wants to say no, but he’s as weak as ever in front of you, so he relents.

that doesn’t stop him from gripping your hand, though, as you say goodbye to everyone. you go to give soobin your usual hug, but beomgyu pulls you back to him even more tightly. you write it off as him not feeling well and just wanting to leave as soon as possible, to which you oblige, and before you know it, you two are scurrying out of soobin’s place like there’s something chasing you.

as you’re driving home, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, but it isn’t until you’re walking through your doorway that you check it.

soobie: we need to talk. call me as soon as you get home

you’re worried beyond belief at his serious tone, so you tell beomgyu that you’ve got to make a call before ducking into your bedroom. you don’t shut the door behind you, because why would you?

you quickly call soobin and the line connects after just one ring.

“what’s wrong?” you ask anxiously, and soobin just sighs, which makes you all the more anxious.

“we have to talk about beomgyu.”

“beomgyu? what about him? is something wrong?” you question.

“yeah, i mean, maybe. this might sound crazy, but i think — i know — he likes you.” you’re stunned silly for just a moment before bursting into laughter.

“likes me? what the hell are you talking about?” you dismiss, and you sense his agitation even through the phone.

“i’m serious. i had a feeling before, but tonight just confirmed it. he likes you.” you’re silent for a moment, just trying to process his words, but once your mind somewhat clears, you can’t help but deny, deny, deny.

“you’re wrong. it’s not like that at all. i’m just the first person who’s ever treated him nicely, and i —”

“you’re not listening,” he cuts in irritatedly. “he looked like he wanted to skin me alive tonight. how else do you explain that?”

“soobie,” you sigh. “you’ve got it all wrong. maybe you’re right and maybe he was feeling insecure, but that’s probably because i’m the only person he knows. he most likely just felt like you were stealing my attention away.”

“you’re always so dense about these things, you know?” he groans. “okay, look, i’m not sure how they came about, but i do know that he has feelings for you. maybe it started out as dependence, i’m not sure, but it’s definitely much more than that now.”

“that’s impossible,” you snort, actually feeling a bit impatient now. how could he possibly think that your relationship with beomgyu was anything other than platonic?

“why? because he’s a robot?” oh, that shuts you up. “just think about it. if he were a human, would you still be saying the same thing? like i said before, if he’s as human as you say he is, he can feel the same way we do, and he’s definitely capable of feeling love, too.” you are, again, stunned into silence. suddenly, as if there was a fog that covered your brain before, things that you never really considered become clear to you. the soft touches, the gentleness. sleeping in the same bed and waiting for you to get home. wanting you — needing you — around all the time. the way he plays with your hair. the way he’s so interested in everything you have to say. the clinginess, the dependence. it all makes so much more sense to you.

“i —” you begin, but you just so happen to glance up and see beomgyu right outside of your doorway… looking absolutely devastated.

“i’ve gotta go,” you tell soobin as you hang up, not even bothering to say your usual goodbye.

“beoms, did you hear us?” you ask tentatively, and he flinches a little bit before looking down at the floor and nodding.

you’re unsure of how to navigate this situation from here, but while you’re still trying to figure it out, beomgyu speaks.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he says hurriedly. “i understand if you don’t want me anymore.”

“w-what? no, i —”

“i’m just really sorry,” he says, looking as ashamed as a person ever could. “i know it’s wrong, i know it’s disgusting, but i —”

“beomgyu.”

“but i can’t help it. i wish i could, but i just can’t; and i understand if you want to return me or whatever, but if you could just —”

“beomgyu, stop it,” you interrupt firmly, no room for argument. he stares at you with defeated eyes, and you feel your heart break in two. “i am not disgusted, and i don’t want to return you.” his eyebrows furrow as if he doesn't quite understand, so you continue.

“your feelings are not disgusting to me, don’t ever say that again, okay? please? it makes me sad,” you plead, and he hesitantly nods. “i think it’s normal, actually. you don’t really know anybody else other than me, so of course you’re confused.”

“confused?” he asks incredulously, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“confused,” you nod. “it'll change once you meet more people, i swear.” you try to smile reassuringly, but suddenly, you see tears welling up in beomgyu’s eyes.

“beoms?” you carefully try.

“i don't need to meet more people. i just need you,” he chokes out. “don't tell me i'm confused because i'm not. i-i'd rather you just say you don't want to be with me than tell me that.” your heart clenches at his words, but he continues.

“i just want to be with you, no one else,” he tells you desperately. “i can understand if you don't feel the same way, but i can't stand to hear you say i don’t love you, because i do. i really, really do.” and as if you're dissociating, your mind is bombarded by times where he's shown you this exact sentiment. again, you go back to every intimate moment you two have ever shared. it was easy to just chalk it up to his lack of experience, but when he's telling you that's not the case so earnestly, is it truly possible to still believe it’s nothing? after a while, you decide that it most certainly is not.

the question is: do you feel the same way? you try to put a name to the feelings you have when you’re with him. the trust you have, the understanding. the desire to share everything you know and like with him, no matter how mundane it may seem to others; and consequently, the endearment towards him when you see how eager he is to listen. more than that, the intimacy between you two. how you like waking up to him smiling down at you, and how when something happens, he’s the first one you want to tell, good or bad. how when you listen to new music, you feel excited at the prospect of sharing it with him.

you realize you want to know more about him, the happy things and even the sad things. why he is the way that he is, why he thinks the way he thinks. the peace you feel when he’s running his fingers through your hair and holding you close when you watch the same film for the dozenth time. you try to picture a world where somebody else rented him. a world in which somebody else got to see him as soon as they wake up or as soon as they get home from a particularly grueling day at work, and you finally understand that you wouldn’t like that at all. but why? you’ve only ever thought of him as a friend, right? so why does it matter to you?

your eyes focus on beomgyu again, and you notice how utterly defeated he looks. his heart is on full display for you — and you alone — as tears stream freely down his pretty, doll-like face. are these tears just for you? you think so. is it safe to trust that these feelings he has for you are real? you’re not sure, but you want to. still, there’s something stopping you.

“i think… i think i feel the same way,” you admit, and his previously downtrodden appearance immediately lights up with hope. “but we shouldn’t.” and the words are like lead in your mouth.

“why not?” he asks, clearly distressed. you just gave him an inch, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take a mile. he never in a million years would have thought that you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so he can’t just let them go so easily.

“i just… it’s just not something that i can —”

“is it because i’m an android?” he questions, voice teeming with self-loathing.

“n-no! i mean, we’re just so different,” you tell him, trying to skirt around the topic as best as you possibly can, but he won’t have it.

“whatever it is, i’ll change it. please? i can do anything,” he pleads.

“it’s not like that. i want to, but we can't. i-i'll get older. i won't look the same — i won't be the same,” and it’s embarrassing as hell to admit it out loud, but you mean it. beomgyu’s urgent gaze softens, and he inches closer to you before he’s standing before you. he reaches out to gently cup your face and tenderly pushes your hair behind your ears.

“and what about me?”

“what about you?” you scoff, but you don't pull away from his touch, though your eyes do dart away. “you’ll still be you, and i’ll be old and —”

“what about when my parts start creaking? what about when i don’t remember things like i’m supposed to? you’ll still love me then, right?” he asks, but he already knows, and your eyes snap back to his.

“th-that’s different. you can get repairs. i can’t —”

“then i won’t. you’ll get old and gray and i’ll get rundown and out-of-date. i don’t care what happens, as long as i’m with you.” you’re silent in the wake of his heavy words, so he quickly continues.

“you told me that when you love somebody, you’d do anything to be with them. you said you always find a way, and i want to find a way to be with you.” your heart simultaneously warms and aches at this sentiment.

you consider what it would be like to be with him. things would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. maybe you’ll come to regret it someday, but you don’t want to think about that right now. you feel like the luckiest girl in the world when you think of the fact that somebody so beautiful, inside and out, wants to be with you. you don't think you’ve done anything particularly special for him, but he still wants and accepts you for everything that you are and ever will be.

“okay,” you say shakily, and you finally recognize that his hands are still very much cupping your face, fingers lovingly rubbing against your cheeks. he smiles in pure relief at your answer, but he makes no move to break away his hold on you.

you notice how his gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, and you decide you'll have mercy on him as you lean up to him and press a chaste kiss on his pouty lips before parting. he’s visibly red at the action, and you grin at how flustered he looks. on beomgyu’s end, he feels another bloom of excitement and swell of hope threatening to overcome him. when he looks at the playfulness in your eyes, he smiles even wider.

“i love you,” he whispers affectionately.

you pause before you tell him:

“i love you, too, beoms.”

that night, beomgyu is even clingier than usual. he sticks like gum to your side. when you head to sleep, he eagerly nestles in your bed and holds his arms wide open. you follow his lead and settle into his warm embrace. he sings you one of his favorite songs you’ve ever shown him. the last words you hear before you sink into sleep are:

“to die by your side

is such a heavenly way to die

to die by your side, well

the pleasure, the privilege is mine”

notes pt. 2: sfw work ends here!

you and beomgyu have been “together” for a few weeks now, so the relationship is still very new. surprisingly or not, things seem more or less the same. you guess you never realized just how intimate you two have always been until you put a label on things. the only tangible differences are that instead of just a mere hug when he greets you, he plants kisses all over your face before finding his ways to your lips. and when you’re watching movies or even just talking, he’ll steal a kiss or two. and when you head to bed, you know you can expect him to catch your lips like a man starved before you sleep. things get heated, sometimes, but they never lead to anything besides labored breaths and promises to calm himself down. you take his hesitancy as him wanting to take it slow and treasure your first time together, and you realize he still may be traumatized from the years he spent as a sexbot.

you have apologized to him for telling soobin his secret. you let him know your reasoning for telling him, and he accepted your apology quite graciously. honestly? he was never mad, and he tells you that very clearly, but you still feel somewhat guilty even when he says he understands. your guilt is only absolved when he says he’s thankful you told soobin because things may have never changed without his wise input. he says that he’s grateful to soobin for being a voice of reason in the face of your emotional density. you blushed when he told you this, and apologized for being so slow on the uptake, but he just assured you that he wouldn’t have you any other way, which made you love him even more, somehow.

you’re now about to go to soobin’s again for another get together with your friends. second time’s the charm, you cheekily told him when you brought it up, and he blushed in response. when you two walk through the doorway, everyone cheers. you greet everyone as usual, and beomgyu tries his best to keep his searing jealousy at bay, but his anxiety starts clawing at him as soobin seats himself next to you and asks you how you are.

you giggle and tell him you’re doing well, and he responds by updating you on his tumultuous work life. beomgyu immediately wonders why you haven’t told soobin about your new relationship. are you embarrassed to be seen with him? it’s not like he doesn’t understand, what with him technically being made out of wires and machinery. of course a human like you wouldn’t want to be seen with a metal man like him. you could have the entire world in your hands if you wanted, so what’s the point of playing pretend with a fake like him? maybe, if he were you, he’d be embarrassed, too. he likes to think that maybe you aren’t like that, but at the end of the day, how could you not be? he’s nothing more than a robot masquerading as the real thing.

his anxiety worsens the more in depth your conversation with soobin gets. you try to include him by briefly giving him context about the stories soobin tells, but he can’t stop himself from worrying. again, he feels like soobin is stealing you away from him, and his mood sours.

your other friends try to talk to him, too, but he’s very obviously in a bad mood as he watches you two continue to laugh together. when you finally do turn to beomgyu, you immediately notice how awful he looks.

“beoms? are you alright?” you ask gingerly, but beomgyu’s discomfort is not at all placated even at the term of endearment.

“‘m fine,” he mumbles, and you’re genuinely in shock at his change of attitude. soobin looks very concerned, but he excuses himself to get a drink so you two can work it out, though he has an inkling of an idea of what’s triggering beomgyu.

“what’s wrong with you?” you ask concernedly, but he shakes his head sulkily.

“do you wanna go home?” you offer, and he immediately nods. you look torn for a second, but when you see how sad he looks, you know you can’t deny him.

you say your goodbyes to your friends and apologize for leaving early, but everyone says they understand. soobin makes you promise to host the next get together, though, to which you happily agree.

the ride home is mostly silent, but you look over to beomgyu in concern every so often. you grab his hand and squeeze it in a way you hope is comforting, but he doesn’t look any better at all.

when you enter your house, you immediately head to your bedroom, and he follows you in silence. you sit on the bed and pat the space next to you.

“beoms, what’s the matter?” you ask pleadingly as you grab his hands, and his heart, which was previously aching, is (a little) soothed by your concern.

“i-it’s nothing,” he answers, but you can tell that he’s lying because of the way he refuses to make eye contact with you.

“baby, i can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong,” you say. you’re right, and he knows you’re right, but you’re already doing him the favor of a lifetime just by deigning to be with him. how could he dare to ask for more? he’s ashamed at the thought, but you look so sincere, and he knows in his metaphorical heart that he needs to be able to communicate with you if you two are going to have any shot at a lasting relationship.

“i-i’m just j-jealous,” he sputters.

“oh, baby, why?” you ask.

“because i’m not like you,” he admits after a pause. “i already feel like i’m not good enough for you, so seeing you with someone who actually is makes me feel awful.”

“who? soobin?” and you’re absolutely petrified when he sheepishly nods.

“honey, it’s not like that at all,” you tell him. “we’re just friends, i promise.”

“but it would be so much easier to be with him. you wouldn’t have to be ashamed about telling everyone you’re with an android,” he argues.

“beomgyu, i am not ashamed of you. i just wasn’t sure if you felt comfortable with me telling everyone. if you want me to tell them, i’ll happily do it. you’re so good, how could i ever be embarrassed of you?” his eyes soften.

“do you mean it?” he asks, and you nod.

“do i not show it enough? how much i love you, i mean.” he furiously shakes his head no, but you know it’s a lie. beomgyu himself will admit that he needs more validation than most people, and it’s going to take him a while to ever get over it because of his own issues. that doesn’t mean you can’t try to help him, though, so you brush his cheek with your hands before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“does this make you feel better?” you ask after you pull away, but he still looks somewhat depressed, so you pull him in again before pressing your lips against his. this time, you swipe your tongue on his pout, which makes him gasp. you tease your tongue against his and electricity thrums between you two when you do it. he reciprocates your enthusiasm immediately, and before long, you’re both sucking and teasing each other until you’re out of breath.

you pull away again and rest your forehead against his.

“better?” you question.

“a little,” he says. “m-maybe a little more?” you grin at his coquettishness, and you go in for another kiss. your tongues tangle, but you don’t stop there. your mouth travels, peppering kisses down his jaw to his sensitive neck. he shivers at the contact when you swipe your tongue over his unmarred skin before lightly sucking. he lets out a broken moan when you do it, and it reverberates throughout your entire body and straight to your core.

“better?” you ask again.

“m-more,” he pants.

“anything you want, baby,” you tease before your lips hungrily capture his. one of your hands snakes its way up his shirt, and he gasps when you roll his hardened nipple between your fingers. beomgyu is more sensitive than most people, as is the nature of his model, so every little touch drives him crazy.

you seem to have noticed this, so when your other hand palms his hardened length through his sweatpants and he almost screams, you have to bite back a giggle.

“d-don’t tease,” he begs, and you’d do anything for beomgyu, really, but not this time.

you palm him even more harshly and his breath catches in his throat.

“more?” you ask, and he fervently nods. you oblige, sliding your hand under his waistband and teasing the sensitive skin around his length. your fingers brush against it every so often, and he involuntarily bucks every time you do.

“c-can i touch you?” he practically implores.

“of course, my love,” you tell him as you remove your devious hands and pull your top off before unclipping your bra.

his mouth waters when he sees you, and you can see him gulp almost comically as his big hands meet your breasts. he copies your movement from earlier, rolling your sensitive buds between his very clearly experienced fingers. you let out a contented sigh at the action, but you won’t let this be all about you, so your hand sneaks it way back down his pants. this time, you grab his girthy cock and give it a harsh tug. his actions stutter, and you smirk devilishly at how fucked out he is when the fun part hasn’t even begun.

you pull at his waistband, and he eagerly tugs his pants and boxers off as soon you do it. he even goes as far as to tear his t-shirt off over his head before he pulls your half-naked body flush against his, falling onto the bed as he desperately kisses you for everything that you’re worth. eventually, he situates himself on top of you, rutting his thick, long cock onto your still clothed thigh. you didn’t really get a chance to get a good look at him before, but you’re able to look down at him now, and you realize his dick is gorgeous. just like every other part of him. it stands tall, blushing profusely at the tip and practically weeping precum. it’s a bit hooked, too, no doubt to elicit the most pleasure out of his clients. your pussy is drenched just thinking about how it’ll feel when it’s inside of you.

he almost rips your bottoms off of you and his mouth waters even more at the sight of your pussy, all slick and glistening in anticipation for what’s to come.

“so gorgeous,” he whispers as he prepares to lay himself between your legs, but you hook them around his waist before he can do so. tonight will be all about him, you’ve decided, so you tug him closer and put one of his pretty nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue on it and occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. your other hand continues to tweak the other one before you alternate between the two, causing him to let out a low, guttural groan.

eventually, he goes in for another kiss, all tongue and teeth and saliva, and you take one of your hands and harshly clench around the base of his throbbing cock.

“is this what you needed, beoms?” you tease, and he nods pathetically as you tug again, harder this time, and let your hands stroke all the way up to his reddened tip. your thumb glides over his slit, and he’s seeing stars.

“i don’t know why you’re so jealous of someone else, my love. you’re so perfect,” you praise, and his ears get even redder, somehow, in spite of the situation you’re both in.

“i — nghh — i don’t like when you’re with him,” he pants, in spite of everything you're doing to him. “only want you with me.”

“oh, baby, you have me,” you coo. “always.” and with that, you begin to feverishly jerk him off with one hand while the other returns to his nipple. his hips buck with every movement, and his eyes are screwed shut. you can tell he’s about to come before you completely take your hands off of him.

“n-no! w-why?” he asks with a crack in his voice, watery eyes shooting open at the sudden action.

“don’t you wanna come in my pussy, instead? it’s warmer and wetter than my hand,” you ask with faux innocence with a tilt of your head, and his previously aggrieved demeanor morphs back into pure lust.

“that’s what i thought,” you giggle as you grab his length and rub it against your slickness. he groans at the feeling, but you don’t immediately take him in, opting to instead roll your hips up, just barely letting his flared head catch against your entrance.

“baby, please,” he whines, and with a smirk, you finally wrap your legs around his waist and line him up with your entrance. you just barely take the tip in, easing it into your pussy, before you force him out again. he gasps raggedly at how tight you are, and he’s wound up so much, he feels like he’s on the brink of exploding. he’s about to take matters into his own hands before you guide him back inside of you, and he feels your walls struggling to accommodate him.

“s-so tight! h-how are you so tight?” he hisses, eyes reddened and face strained, but you’re far too busy with the euphoric feeling of him finally inside of you to reply. he eases in inch after throbbing inch, and it is a snug fit, indeed. he almost wonders if he’ll even fit, but though the stretch burns you, the pleasure is too great to ignore. finally, your walls slightly relax, and he’s able to completely sheath himself in you. you both moan as his tip pulsates against your cervix, and he considerately gives you time to adjust, walls contracting wildly around him, before he attempts to pull out and really begin.

“stop,” you command before he can do so, and his eyes fill with worry at your words.

“w-what’s wrong?” he stutters.

“oh, nothing,” you say between pants. “i just want to see how long you can last.”

“w-what do you —”

and you interrupt him with a kiss. he ravenously reciprocates it, and he can’t help but unconsciously thrust his hips, tapping deliciously on the deepest parts of you, but you prevent him from ever fully pulling out. you tangle one of your hands through his hair and grip it — not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him groan into your mouth.

“c-can i move?” he pleads, but you shake your head no.

“why?” he whimpers, but you just smirk as you kiss him again and bite his bottom lip.

he doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, but it’s far too long for his liking. he feels his dick swell, and you still refuse to let him move, but you teasingly scrape your fingers against his balls and it’s all he can do not to come.

“p-please let me move, it hurts,” he cries, tears now flowing from his eyes. for once, sex is all about beomgyu and what feels good to him. he could cry just from the sentiment alone, but his current tears are the direct result of how you’re teasing him.

“and where does it hurt, baby? use your words, i know you can.”

“h-hurts, my c-cock hurts,” he sputters out.

“and would pounding my pussy make you feel better?” you goad, and he whines even louder at the imagery.

“y-yes,” he sobs, and you smile as you say your next words.

“such a good boy. you can move.” and that’s all it takes, really, before he’s pulling out despite your cunt’s attempts to suck him back in, and ramming himself back inside of you again and again.

the curve of his cock hits places previously untouched, and your walls spasm around him at the sensation.

“does it feel good, beoms?”

“s-so good,” he mumbles as drool pools off of his tongue and out of his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “so warm and t-tight.” you clench against your will at his filthy words, and it makes a strangled cry leave his throat.

“pussy so good, baby. your pussy is the b-best,” he babbles, and your lips meet his again before your mouth travels down, sucking a blooming hickey onto his neck. he trembles at the pain that comes with the pleasure, but somehow, he still has the presence of mind to roll his skilled fingers against your clit. just a few touches, and you already feel your orgasm approaching. he can feel every spasm of yours, and it makes his dick twitch inside of you as he wildly fucks you open.

he’s drilling into you so hard, you have to dig your fingernails into the skin of his back to keep yourself grounded. with each thrust, you feel more and more like you’re about to burst.

“gonna come!” you whine.

“do it, baby. c-come all over my cock,” he pleads.

“come inside? want it so bad,” you mewl.

“of course, my angel. a-anything for you,” he tells you as he tenderly brushes your hair out of your sweaty face, and he hammers himself into you at an inhuman pace as you feel the pressure in you crescendo into a searing hot orgasm. you clench even tighter around him while you come, gripping him so forcefully he can barely pull out, so his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated before he rams himself into you one last time and paints your inner walls with his cum.

you two stay like that for a while, just panting and basking in the feeling of closeness you feel. he presses a kiss on your forehead as he relaxes his arms and lays on top of you. you giggle at the intimacy and he finds himself sharing your laughter, your joy.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says between breaths, nuzzling his face into your neck and sighing. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, beoms,” you tell him, and you do love him. unconditionally.

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yestrday · 2 years ago

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Adding to the genshin boys body parts, what if the reader loves abs, blushing whenever one of them takes off his shirt

somehow i feel like the whòre in me comes out whenever someone sends in a body parts ask. how did we not run out of these already. the human body can only hold a limited amount of attractive body parts before it comes weird

you might like: yan! genshin academy au w/ itto

itto embodies the word shameless. no matter how much people gossip behind his back or sigh whenever he enters the room, he swaggers on forward with a smug grin and an enviable confidence. no matter how loud he may be, you do admire this side of him.

what you admire more, however, are those glistening six-pack abs hiding behind his thin button down. he wears the uniform haphazardly— the first four buttons unbuttoned to let anyone take a peek at those impeccable pecs, unironed and untucked, and loose necktie dangling from his neck. when he sweats, the cloth clings to those godly abdominal muscles and holy shit do you just wanna lick ‘em.

you drool every time itto enters the room, but the oni is still scratching his head on how to make you fall for him. yes, he’s that dense.

“are you serious right now?” kuki sighs in frustration. “boss, do you not see how they look at you?”

itto frowns as he tries his hardest to think about how you look at him. “like how?”

“like-! ugh, nevermind.” kuki shakes her head instead of trying to explain it to her dense boss. “just take your shirt off whenever they’re in the room. that’ll work out, even for someone like you.”

“h-hey! what the hell do you mean by ‘someone like me!’ kuki!!”

so itto does as kuki says. which is taking off his clothes every time you enter the room even when inappropriate. when you enter his classroom to give the teacher some papers, he quickly starts stripping. when he locks eyes with you in the hallway, the clothes start coming off. ever since kuki’s advice, he’s been sent to detention for public indecency.

kuki regrets everything.

“oh, itto, you’re here.” you want to sound surprised, but itto’s kind of a familiar face in the clinic. you look over his wounds. “another fight, i see.”

“hehe, and i won!” he rubs his nose proudly and you roll your eyes fondly before bringing out the first aid kit. “those prissy bastards couldn’t see the arataki ‘one punch knockout’ itto comin’!”

you hum, dabbing some alcohol on his face. “feels like you stole that line from an anime somewhere...” you finish patching up his face. “anywhere else that needs healing?”

“huh? oh yeah, one of those bastards got me real good here...” he starts unbuttoning his polo, and you start sputtering as your face flares up.

“wh- what are you doing, itto?!” quickly, you cover your eyes with your hands. it’s not the first time itto’s stripped in front of you, but it doesn’t get any less embarassing every time. “if this is another one of your weird stripping habits, then this isn’t funny!”

“wh– no, no, no!” he yells in defense. “i’m tellin’ ya, they got me good on my stomach. take a look for yourself!” and slowly, you part your fingers for your eye to take just a peek...

mmm, muscles...

wait, no! you try to snap yourself out of your lust by shaking your head furiously. itto is very obviously bleeding! you need to administer quick care before an infection happens. right, right... calming your sinful thoughts down, your shaking hands get to work. it’s a bit hard, dabbing and bandaging wounds while you try to avoid his oh-so-firm abs.

"um... [y-your name]? what are you doing...?”

you don’t know when you find yourself tracing the lines between his muscles, flattening your palm against his stomach so you can feel every bump and ridge. it’s creepy, you know, shamelessly feeling up your senior when he’s injured and in need of help.

but itto, who has achieved his long-time goal, now shudders under your touch. it feels intimate, sinful even, and he’s no worshipper. the way your half-lidded eyes take in his body and the heat from your palm. “[your name]...” he breathes out, shivering as you stroke his skin just right. “you’re making me feel weird...”

it’s comical how he shudders when you finally look at him in the eyes. impatience, near ravenous hunger, takes him in whole. “whining now?” you scoff. his eyes shut in bliss when you walk your fingers up his bare chest and finally cup his face in your hands. “why are you acting as if this isn’t what you wanted all this time?”

he’s achieved his goal, yes— but why does it feel like he’s placed himself in the hands of a predator?

#yandere arataki itto #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact #arataki itto #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #itto x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #yester.writes #yester.au — academy 📓

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maiz-of-light · 2 years ago

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Ugh, I’m in a mood, so…

Here’s some LoZ related things (headcanons, AUs, fan tropes, etc.) that are Banned Here. Read at your own risk.

OOC/humanized Fi.

Fi is an AI-type spirit forged into a weapon for the purpose of guiding her creator’s knight. Her personality is limited to the occasional quip, and she has no feelings. Please keep it that way, and please, don’t ship her with Link. It gives off “lonely man falls in love with Siri” vibes. Gross, and weird.

Ghirahim having any sort of relationship with Fi.

That means romantic GhiraFi, Ghirahim and Fi as siblings, Ghirahim and Fi being two sides to the same sword or any other “forged at the same time” bullshit, Link dual-wielding their swords (master of both at once), and anything else even vaguely resembling any of these things.

Any version of Link being characterized as cruel or sadistic.

It’s one thing to give him a bit of a temper, or even a minuscule or temporary desire for revenge in extreme situations, but chopping off limbs and raping enemies for fun? No.

The Skyward Sword manga.

Just no.

Afab/intersex Ghirahim, especially when y’all knock him up.

Pregnancy and breeding are generally a no-no for me, but this one is especially obnoxious. I have a lot of reasons for it not being my cup of tea, dysphoria being a big one, but I honestly mostly blame the fandom for shoving it in people’s faces and calling us “erasers” when we find it unsettling.

“LinkGhira”

“But, but Maiz! You ship Ghiralink!” Yes, yes I do. I ship Link, the go-with-the-flow, sexually timid twink with the suave, catlike, power-hungry demon lord - not that watered down OOC crap where their canon characterization and power dynamic are completely flipped. Worse than the butchering of the pairing itself tho is probably the fans, again, since y’all are clearly in denial and won’t just admit that the canon compliant depictions are just that. It’s fine if you have preferences, the whole point is that it’s all fiction after all - just don’t fucking lie about it to try and save face.

Linked Universe

While I haven’t experienced it firsthand, I’ve seen and heard horror stories about this fandom. They are positively insufferable. Even if they weren’t, multiple incarnations of Link interacting? It just… the concept isn’t interesting to me. At all.

Midlink

Nothing against it, just… no. Platonic, friendshippy vibes and that is all.

“Power” bottom Ghirahim.

Please stop grasping at straws. Also, see “afab Ghirahim” and “LinkGhira.”

A quick note, there are exceptions to this rule. Some people legitimately do portray bottom!Ghirahim as a force to be reckoned with, but this is very difficult to achieve. Generally, tops have more power and versatility. Stop telling yourself differently.

Hypersexualized Gerudo.

I can’t exactly talk about racism since I am One Pasty Hoe, but I can sure as fuck talk about misogyny. Badass brown-skinned redheads showing off their abs while dominating the desert? Hell yeah! Wearing completely impractical armor obviously designed for the Male Gaze (forgive me if we’re not still calling it that)? C’mon, Nintendo. I thought we were past this. Urbosa deserves better, and so does Riju, who’s twelve.

“Ganondorf is a victim of Demise!”

Guys. Hylia incarnated as Zelda so she could stop this dude from wreaking havoc and destroying life as they know it. Demise incarnates as Ganon, does not possess him but is him, and fucks shit up unnecessarily. If you wanna complain about his “not having agency” then sorry but you’re wrong.

Sexualized OoT (Ocarina of Time) Link.

Getting hot and heavy after he’s aged naturally? Yes please. But after he’s only jumped ahead in time? Even if he’s developed an adult mentality, he’s still a child in many ways. I’m not saying don’t, I’m saying proceed with care, as this still technically qualifies as underage.

Mute Link.

Selectively mute, uses Sign, generally quiet/reserved - all good and well. Characterizing him as completely incapable of using audible speech? Please stop trying so hard.

To be clear, it’s fine if you disagree with any of these things. Just know that you’re not gonna find any of it here, nor do I take kindly to my work being associated with it.

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wonhosbuttflower · 4 years ago

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Hurts Like Hell

Pairing: Demon Chan x Human Reader (fem)

Genre: Demon AU; Fluff; Light Angst; starts as Suggestive and ends with Smut; “Fuckbuddies/Friends with benefits to lovers”.

Words: 6,1k

Summary: You (human) and Chan (demon) are “friends with benefits"/”fuck buddies” and you both have other casual sexual partners, but you only have a true emotional bond with each other. Admitting to it is a different story though...

Warnings/Details: open relationship (context/mention); promiscuity (mention); cursing/offensive language; possessiveness; dry humping and choking (blink and you’ll miss it); unprotected sex (please wrap it up, guys, this is NOT a good example, practice safe sex, use a condom); lots and lots of ‘I love you’; cringey moments.

Note: Chan is an incubus, a sex demon blessed with lust, one of the seven deadly sins. The reader is human, but she has been blessed by a demon at birth, in this case, Lucifer. He blessed her with pride, another deadly sin, corrupting her soul with it but making her stronger than “normal” humans. Unlike humans, demons don’t have souls, but they have “auras”, which are their demonic personal essences.

Y/N – your name / Y/M/N – your middle name (if you have one) / Y/L/N – your last name

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He sits comfortably on the black armchair in the bedroom while you're on top of him, sitting facing him with your legs swinging over the edge. The make out session had started out hot and heavy, but it was turning into a softer and tamer one as time went by. What had started passionate and impatient had turned into an intimate moment of pure affection between you two. Eventually, you rest your face on his shoulder, taking in his scent as he holds you firmly in a warm hug. You both close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of simply being together. After about a minute, which seems like hours, he breaks the silence in the room.

'Can we just stay like this forever?', he asks in a low voice as he plants a playful kiss on your nose, which makes you scrunch before showing him a smile.

'Hmm, excuse me, who are you and have you done to Chan?', you let out jokingly without opening your eyes.

'What? This is nice.', he defends himself. You look up at him.

'Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love doing fun things with you, baby… It’s my favorite activity.’, he smirks. ‘But we always do that… I’m just saying, it’s nice to have a moment like this every now and then, to relax and just… I don’t know, to just be with you, doing absolutely nothing.’, he adds, grabbing your hand that was touching him and intertwining his fingers with yours.

'Yeah, it is, actually. But wouldn't you rather do other things forever? Like, fun things… Because I can think of a few things for us to do.’, you say, suggestively, slipping your hand under the fabric of his t-shirt to feel his abs.

‘Okay, now I’m officially worried. Since when would you choose to “do absolutely nothing” rather than having sex with the hottest girl in town?’, you joke.

‘Well, I get to be with you either way, so I win.’, he smiles and gives you a soft kiss. ‘What’s wrong with just staying like this for a while? You like it too, don’t even try to deny it.’

‘Sure, I like it… But you’re acting weird today. Actually, scratch that… You’ve been acting weird lately. So, what’s that about, what’s going on?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, I don’t know, we just… You’ve just been really… hmm, nice, I guess. Like, you’ve been… sweet.’, you explain, making him chuckle.

‘Isn’t that a good thing? Why do you sound like you’re complaining? Do you not like it when I’m nice?’

‘I don’t know… I mean, I do, but it’s weird. I feel like something’s changing, and I don’t understand it. Sometimes I think you’re avoiding me or something. And now you’re passing on sex for a cute hug? You have to admit that’s kind of suspicious. Like, it’s fine, if you don’t want to do this, we…’

‘It’s not that, princess, I promise you.’, he cuts you off before you can finish.

‘Then, what’s the problem?’, you ask, letting go of his hand and rising up from where you laid against his chest to face him, hooking your arms around his neck for support.

‘I just… I have to be more cautious around you. You’re dangerous.’

‘What? What are you talking about? You’re a demon, for fuck’s sake. And I'm the dangerous one?’, you let out confused. He smiles, amused.

‘It’s too addicting… It’s like my own personal drug. And if I’m not careful, I might actually physically get hooked on it… I might get hooked on you.’, he says as he kisses your shoulder, then your neck, and finally, your lips. ‘Hell, I’m not entirely sure I am not already addicted. This is getting out of control, I’m starting to crave you… In a very literal way. And if this goes on much longer, that’s it, I’ll always keep coming back for more… and more… I won’t be able to stop myself. You won’t be able stop me.’, he finishes, looking at you with a mix of intense desire and deep fondness.

‘Your voice…’, he softly grabs your neck.

‘Your taste…’, he rubs his thumb through your lips, and you can’t help but gently suck on it for half a second before he continues.

‘Your scent…’, he leans forward to breathe in against your collar bone.

‘Your body…’, his hands travel from your shoulder blades down your back and stop to slap your ass playfully before resting on your hips.

You drink in his words as if you need them to survive. You have never felt so wanted, so adored, so… loved. You want to tell him you wouldn’t stop him, because the truth is that you’re already gone… You are already hooked on him, you need him. But the growing stinging inside you quickly lets you know you can’t simply say that, so you default to flirting to try distracting him.

‘You’re assuming I would want to stop you. But why would I want to do that? I’m fucking an incubus, I’m having way too much fun to end it.’, you tell him with a smirk but a pinch in your chest for not being able to tell him what he means to you.

‘I’m serious.’, he tells you, half confused, half frustrated.

‘So am I.’, you lie.

‘No, Y/N, I mean it. I feel like I’m going crazy, I don’t know what to do anymore… Or what to think. I never know what you feel, what you want.’, his eyes pleading.

‘You do know. You just want to hear it out loud.’, you say as you get off the armchair, feeling uneasy with the conversation.

‘Then why won’t you say it?’, he questions, his voice getting higher, letting his impatience and irritation show.

‘I can’t.’, you simply tell him, walking away from him and towards the bed.

‘Of course you can! You just don’t want to.’, he shoots, getting up himself and walking behind you.

‘That’s not it. I just… I can’t say it, Chan… Not yet.’, you turn to face him. ‘But you’re not an idiot, you know exactly how I feel about you.’

‘Why don’t you just admit it, then?’, he almost begs, grabbing your arms anxiously.

‘Because I’m scared! Okay?’, you shout nervously, getting out of his hold and taking a step back. ‘Because the thought of telling you how I truly feel only to have you play with my emotions is terrifying. Because you have way too much power over me, and I’ve never…’, you take a short pause, as is you’re trying to fight your own thoughts. ‘I’ve never felt so powerless in my life. So, I keep convincing myself that if I don’t actually say the words, then it isn’t real… As if it isn’t real, then it can’t hurt me.’, you stop again, looking visibly uncomfortable as you reach to touch the crook of your neck in a soothing way. ‘Because I don’t think I could take getting hurt by you, I think I’d feel… undone.’, you pause once more.

You reach down to your chest, then your stomach, then your chest again, your face scrunched up as if you’re in pain. Chan doesn’t know it yet, but you are actually hurting… He assumes you’re just being dramatic because you don’t want to look weak by being vulnerable with him, but the truth is you are in an ever-growing agony. You take a deep breath before continuing.

‘And mostly because you’re a demon of lust and sexual desire. So, what reason do I have to believe that this…’, you gesture with your hand between the two of you. ‘Us…’, a distressed groan escapes your lips at the mention of the word, but you press on. ‘That this is anything more than… argh… than your many… usual… conquests?’, you let out between gasps, holding your neck again, as if you’re having trouble breathing in the midst of a panic attack. But this is something else entirely, it’s not panic… it’s deeper and more intense, it’s despair.

‘And by the way, I know I’m not a demon, but I was still blessed by one… You seem to forget that.’, you add, a bit more composed now. ‘I am a literal embodiment of pride… So, admitting all of this shit I just said?… Yeah, this feels like literal torture to me.’, you genuinely explain, even though he assumes you mean the word “literal” as a figure of speech. You did not. Still, he has so much he wants to say.

‘Y/N… I could never hurt you like that.’, he lets out in almost a whisper, as if he’s disappointed that you would think he could do that to you.

He reaches for your hand and makes you let go of your own neck, which he notices is already marked by how desperately you tugged at the skin. Your hands drop down and because you don’t know what to do with them, you just start fidgeting around with your fingers and staring at them to avoid looking him in the eye. He keeps talking though, this time in a normal volume.

‘It’s just… You’re not the only one that’s scared, you know? This is all new to me. You said it yourself, I’m a lust demon, an incubus, all I’ve ever known is that… it’s desire and passion, fantasy and sex… It’s lust and infatuation. That’s what all of my relationships have ever been, it’s all I’ve ever felt.’, he explains. His hand moves to your jaw and he makes you look up at him. ‘But that changed when I met you.’, he tells you softly but with a serious expression. He gently let’s go of your face before he proceeds talking. ‘I think it’s different this time, you're different. You make me feel different. You’ve never been just another conquest, you’re so much more than that. This…Us…’, he takes one of your hands and presses it against his chest. ‘This is real… It’s very real. And it’s more than just sex, it’s more than infatuation. I actually care about you and that’s new to me.’, he softly kisses the back of your hand before letting go of it and taking a step back.

You miss the contact as he moves away. You miss the heat radiating from his body and you miss his sweet scent around you.

‘But seriously, I just tried to tell you how I feel, I opened myself up and you just teased me about it. So, like, can you really blame me for being hesitant?’, he asks. Your mouth opens slightly as if you’re about to say something, but no sound comes out, so he keeps going instead. Your mind is racing with everything you want to tell him. ‘I’m more afraid of losing you than anything else in this world, and that makes me feel powerless too. I’ve never felt like this and that’s scary. I… I think you like me too, but how can I not be insecure if I’m the only one confessing?’, he protests, growing exasperated.

He’s right, and you know he’s right. You want to speak but the raging sting in your chest warns you against it.

‘You keep refusing to tell me how you feel, so how should I feel confident to admit it myself? I need to know I’m not alone in this, because… I don’t think I can keep doing this if you don’t feel the same. It’s too much.’, he adds, his voice going lower than ever, as if all the torment in the world is dragging it down.

All you want is to respond to his plea, to tell him how much you want him, how much he means to you… But you can’t.

‘Please don’t do this right now.’, it’s your time to plead now, your voice nothing but a faint ghost as you look down at the ground to try to distract yourself from the pain. ‘Chan, please… Please don’t make me say it first.’, you beg, one hand moving to scratch your chest while the other carelessly tugs at the hair behind your ear. Your discomfort is too apparent, but his anger takes the best of him in the moment.

‘Why is it so hard for you to say it?!’, he shouts, frustrated. ‘I know you’re proud, but fuck, it’s not like it’s going to kill you to admit it! It’s hard for me to admit too, you know? But I’m still trying! I just need to hear it. I just need to know you feel the same. If you just admit it, then…’, he says, but you cut him off halfway as your own rage takes over.

‘You think I don't want to?!’, you yell angrily. Your eyes start tearing up as the pain inside grows exponentially stronger. ‘I want to, believe me! But I…’, your sentence gets cuts off by an uncomfortable groan. ‘It fucking hurts.’, you say, crouching slightly over yourself as you grab your stomach, clearly struggling with the pain. ‘I do- argh!… I like you!’, you manage to say before you reach for your own neck and almost try to claw your way inside the flesh, trying to get some kind of relief. It feels like you’re burning from the inside out.

‘Wha- What’s going on?’, he lets out in shock at the scene.

‘It hurts! It hurts!’, you cry out, feeling like your whole body is on fire, like your blood is literally boiling inside you, trying to burn its way out. You’re scratching yourself so hard that blood starts showing up all around your neck and chest and shoulders, making Chan finally understand you were serious when you said it felt like torture. He jumps to grab your hands, trying to stop you from clawing your way into your skin.

‘Stop! Y/N, please… What are you doing?! You’ll hurt yourself! Just stop!’, he begs as he tries to control your movements. After a few moments, you seem to calm down enough for him to loosen his grip around your hands, and you takes the opportunity to rub his cheek with your thumb. He leans into the touch.

‘Chan…’, you whisper, managing to show him a smile between the tears running freely down your face. ‘Chan, I lo- AAH!’, your confession gets cut off by a chilling scream and you collapse in his arms.

‘NO!’, he cries out immediately. ‘Y/N, please!’, he begs. Your eyes open after about half a minute and you try to regain your posture, but he quickly makes you sit down on the bed, worried that you’ll faint again.

‘I’m fine… I’m fine, it’s okay.’, you assure him. He stands in front of you as he holds you close, your legs on each side of him.

‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, babygirl! Just stop, okay? You don’t have to say anything.’, he tells you, letting go to look at your face. You just now notice the tears in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry, I know… I know how you feel. You don’t have to say it.’, he continues. You get up to clean away a single tear on his cheek with a soft kiss and then rest your forehead against his.

‘No… I’m sorry. You should get to hear it. I’m sorry I can’t say it.’, he shakes his head slightly as if he’s disagreeing with you, as if he’s saying you shouldn’t be apologizing, but you just ignore it and continue on. ‘I… I want to. I really do. I just… I can’t do it. It hurts too much.’, you confess.

‘Stop, don’t say anything… Don’t say it!’, he begs, kissing your forehead before resting his on it again. ‘Please, I just can’t stand to see you like this… I can’t see you in pain, I can’t take it.’, he declares.

‘I’m fine now, Chan. I promise.’, you smile and kiss his lips gently, without any urgency or passion, just with pure affection. You then take his hands in yours and kiss them too, before deciding to hook your arms around his neck while he comfortably does the same around your waist. ‘It only hurts when I try to tell you how I feel. It’s one of the downsides of Lucifer’s blessing… I can’t say it before you do, because it quite literally hurts my pride.’, you explain, almost entertained with how ridiculous the situation seems.

‘I… I didn’t realize it caused you that much pain. I thought it felt similar to what I feel when I want to sleep with someone but don’t… Like, it’s uncomfortable, it’s kind of this stingy feeling, but it’s nothing like what you seemed to experience. I mean, I know other demons who have been blessed by Lucifer, and they’ve also said that they feel some kind of discomfort, or even some pain when they’re ashamed or something like that… But I’ve never seen them hurting as much as you just did. I… I had no idea, I’m so sorry.’, he lets out, terrified by the idea that he’s the one that caused your suffering with his persistence.

‘Don’t be, it’s not your fault.’, you assure him, as if you can read his mind. ‘You couldn’t possibly know, I mean, even I didn’t know… I’d never experienced that before.’, you say, trying to make him feel better. It seems to work, as you can feel his muscles relaxing up a bit. ‘But yeah, I suppose it’s a bit worse for me because I’m not a demon. I’m human, and my soul is obviously more sensitive to the strain of the demonic burden than your auras are. But I’ve gotten used to it, I can handle it pretty well. And it’s not usually like this… It’s like you’re saying, the ache is usually more of an annoyance than an actual problem.’, you take a small pause to let him take in the information before proceeding.

‘But I guess the pain is proportional to how vulnerable my pride is in the situation. And… You know… I don’t think I’ve ever been in a position where the risk is quite so high. It’s just… It’s too important, it means too much. If I said it and you didn’t said it back, it would destroy my pride completely. It just comes down to that, I guess.’, you shrug your shoulders slightly, trying to look unbothered.

‘I… I never thought about that.’, he lets out, looking up as if he’s lost in his own thoughts. ‘But now that you’re saying it, I’ve never felt quite as terrible as I did the days after I first met you… Before that night when you came to my room… I felt like I was sick.’, he describes, referring to your first sexual encounter. ‘But now it makes sense… It’s because I wanted you, I wanted to take you right then and there, but couldn’t.’, he takes a small pause before looking down and gracing you with a lighthearted smile. ‘You’re crazy though.’, he adds.

‘Arguably true. I mean, at least partially.’, you joke, smiling back. ‘But why do you say that exactly?’

‘How could you ever think I would not say it back?’, he questions, planting a kiss on your lips, then your cheek and finally, your neck. ‘I told you, I can’t get enough of you, princess … I want you all the time, I hate to be away from you… When you leave to go somewhere, I count the hours until I can see you again, touch you again. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and I feel like a silly, weak, little teenage human girl when I’m around you, it’s embarrassing!’, he lets out happily, as if he’s mocking himself.

‘Oh, shut up.’, you tell him with a dry chuckle, amused, taking it as a joke.

‘I’m serious!’, he protests.

‘Sure, you are.’

‘Y/N, I mean it. I mean every word.’, he tells you, suddenly very serious.

‘You… Hmm, you’re actually serious right now?’, you wonder.

‘I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. And I’ve never been more sure about anyone before.’

‘Chan, stop… You don’t have to say this just because…’, you start, but he cuts you off.

‘No, I want to say it. I’ve had a lot of lovers over the years, but I’ve never been in love, Y/N. I always thought love was just an excuse humans invented to make themselves feel better over the guilt they have about their carnal sins. Hell, I was sure that shit was a myth…’, he takes a small pause as he rests his head against yours once more and closes his eyes, breathing in your scent. He keeps talking with his eyes still shut.

‘But then you came into my life and made me question everything I thought I knew. You made me believe in the myth. You made me feel… new, and excited, and just… happy. Happy like I’ve never felt before.’, he says, rolling his head a little before opening his eyes to look straight into yours, forehead still glued together. The knot in your stomach clenches more and more at every word coming out of his mouth. You just want to tell him he made you believe in love too. He’s the one still speaking though. ‘You’re my drug, and I can never stay away. Nor do I want to.’, he says.

‘Then don't…’, you let out in a whisper without even realizing you just spoke aloud. He moves his head back to take you all in and gives you the biggest, brightest smile you have ever seen on him, looking so warm, so beautiful, so… perfect.

‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N…’, you start laughing at the use of all the names, but deep down it’s just a nervous laugh.

‘Oh no, please don’t call me that ever again.’, you joke, trying to hide your excitement. He moves one hand from your hip to cup your face and rub your cheek before continuing. Your heart beats so fast that it feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

‘Y/N… I love you. I am desperately in love with you.’, he lets out just before pressing his soft, plump lips against yours. You kiss him back as if your life depended on it, your pain finally almost completely gone as a wave of relief crashes down on your whole being. ‘And I’m not even ashamed to shout it out from the rooftops for everyone to hear!’, he teases as your mouths break away, the happiest silly smile plastered on his face. You let out a snorted chuckle at the comment before holding him closer, until your noses are touching. You look up at him fervently.

‘Well, if I’m your drug, then you’re my medicine. I feel like I’m constantly burning from the inside and the only thing that stops the flames from taking over is… well, you. I only feel whole when I’m with you. You, Chan, as much as it hurts my pride to say it…’

‘Oh no, stop. Are you okay?’, he cuts you off, clearly worried that you might be in pain again, despite you showing no signs of it. You laugh fondly at his reaction as you cups his cheek.

‘I’m okay, don’t worry. You already said it, so it’s fine. It’s just a tiny little sting now, it doesn’t hurt, I promise… Because I know how you feel now.’, you explain.

‘Are you sure?’, he insists.

‘I’m sure!’, you reassure him. ‘You wanted to hear it so badly before and now you won’t let me say it?’, you tease him.

‘I’m sorry, I was just worried about you.’, he confesses, planting a quick kiss on your neck, just over one of the marks you gave yourself earlier.

‘Okay, now that you know I’m fine, will you just shut up and let me speak?’, you ask, poking fun at him. He nods eagerly with a shy smile. ‘Thank you. As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me… You, Chan, are the cure to my affliction. And I never thought I’d say this, but… I love you too.’, you finally admit with a warm smile.

It feels like a terrible weight that was crushing you down has lifted from your chest. You love him, and you can finally say it. And he loves you. Nothing has ever felt quite so in place. And now it’s his turn to kiss you passionately and ardently and yet, still tenderly. He’s the happiest he’s ever been hearing the words coming out of your mouth.

‘I’m pretty sure a part of me has always loved you, ever since we first met… I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.’, you say when the instant passes. ‘At first, I thought it was just sexual attraction, you know? But the more I was with you, the more I realized it was more than that.’, you tell him. A moan of pure bliss escapes him as he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment.

‘Hmm, say it again…’, he shamelessly begs. ‘I want to remember the way the words sound in your voice, it feels like music, it’s so beautiful.’, he adds without ever opening his eyes. You smile at the sight.

‘I really do.’, you say, rubbing your nose on his to make him open his eyes and look at you. ‘I love you, Chan.’, you let out on more time and he drinks it in.

‘I…’, you kiss his left cheek.

‘Love…’, you kiss his right cheek.

‘You…’, you softly kiss his lips. He’s still in his own world, taking in every small detail of what you’re saying.

‘I love you so much, baby.’, he lets out and kisses your neck, just where he knows you like it. ‘You’re never getting rid of me now, and I’m not even sorry.’, he teases as he comes back.

‘You won’t hear me complaining about that.’, you smirk, taking his hand and leading him to switch places with you before making him sit down on the bed with you standing between his legs. You take off your top, revealing the bra underneath and he kisses the skin between your breasts, and then your stomach. But then a stray thought pops up on his mind and he suddenly feels the urge to ask something.

‘Wait… so, are you like… my girlfriend, now?’, he lets out with an excited smile. You can’t help but laugh at his expression, thinking he looks like a kid waiting to receive a present on Christmas. ‘Are you?’, he repeats, sounding a little too eager.

‘No.’, with just one word, his smile quickly turns into a pout. It’s like taking candy from a baby.

‘Why not?’

‘Because I hate that word.’, you simply state, moving your legs around to sit on his lap, facing him while resting your own knees on the mattress with your feet under your thighs.

‘I don’t.’, he says with a playful smirk. ‘I never had a girlfriend, I’d like to see what all the fuss is about.’, he adds before licking the skin from your collarbone up to your ear. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on your body. ‘See? You like me way too much not to be my girlfriend. Come on, just say “yes”…’, he whispers before naughtily biting your ear, teasing you.

‘Do you really care about that?’, you ask genuinely, making him look up at you. He shrugs his shoulders slightly, trying to look not too concerned.

‘I mean, I didn’t think I would, but now that you said “no”, I have to admit, it kind of sucks. I don’t know, it’s not like I’m expecting us to just magically stop fucking other people, I’m just saying… It’d be nice to let them know that, even if they are fucking you, at the end it doesn’t matter, because you’re still mine, and only mine.’, he confesses, his possessiveness coming through in his words. A satisfied smirk comes up to your face as you can tell by his speech and general demeanor that he’s becoming more sexually charged. You take the opportunity to taunt him.

‘So, you just want to claim me… Is that it? Because you don’t need to call me your “girlfriend” to do that, you know? Your dick has done that for you a long time ago, with a little help from your lips, and tongue, and hands too.’, you tease. He seems to not find it too funny though, so you try to be sweeter with your next words. You move a bit, grinding against his evident bulge, and getting closer to him to whisper to his ear. ‘Don’t you see? No matter who I fuck, I always end up coming back to you.’, you say before kissing his cheek softly. ‘You’ve already marked me, already claimed me.’, you add, now kissing his lips with a bit more passion and urgency. You, too, are getting excited.

‘Okay, that’s good and all, but…’, he starts before taking a long pause.

‘But what?’

‘Well, I want to claim your… urgh, I can’t believe I’m saying this, and I will deny it if you ever tell anyone! But… Oh, I hate myself… I want to claim your heart, not just your pussy.’, he lets out shyly. You can’t help yourself and you start laughing vigorously at his comment, so much so that you drop to the side, laying on the bed next to him, clutching your stomach. He turns to you, pouting.

‘Hey! Stop mocking me!’, he demands dramatically as he starts tickling you as revenge. You can barely breathe over his vicious attack.

‘Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! Stop! Please, stop!’, you let out between laughs, finally giving in.

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought, princess.’, he says, smugly, as you both sit back up on the bed.

‘Alright, so how about this: instead of “girlfriend”, you could just call me “your girl”…? What do you think?’

‘Oh, please!... Look at your face, you love it!’, you mock him, amused.

‘Wow, I really love my girl.’, he tries it out with a big smile.

‘Yeah, I guess that works.’, he tries to look unbothered.

‘Fine! You can call me whatever you want, just stop being a baby about it.’, you give up.

‘I like “girlfriend” too.’, he argues.

‘Hey, you punks better watch your mouth, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!’, he lets out as an example. You roll your eyes at him overdramatically.

‘Oh, shut up, you love it too!’, he mocks you right back, grabbing your by the waist and bringing you close to him to kiss your neck playfully. You grab his hair, enjoying the moment. Your excitement soon becomes your main focus as you tug at it to make him look at you.

‘Okay, great. So, now that you’re done… (impersonating him) “claiming my heart”…’, you mock him, landing a slap on your butt as punishment, which you enjoy, as does he, feeling it up nicely afterwards. ‘Can we end all this emotional mush for now, and can you please come and claim my pussy?’, you tease, pulling yourself up to sit with your clothed core just over his ever-growing bulge and moving slightly to give him some satisfaction. The friction causes him to let out a moan and you take the opportunity to sensually bite his lower lip.

‘Hmm, you’re waking up the beast.’, he warns, making you smirk.

‘I’m counting on it.’, you respond, moving your hips back and forth as you pull his shirt off.

You take a second to take in the view. He’s so beautiful with his perfect body… his hands, his arms, his pecks, his abs, all his muscles tensing up with gratification as you ride him. His head tilts back as he enjoys the release your movement grants him, lewd sounds escaping him. You drink them all in as you carefully examine his stunning features, eyes closed and mouth agape with pleasure.

‘Just say it… Say it one more time.’, he lets out, finally opening his eyes to look fondly at you as you move steadily. His voice sounds low and intimidating, but you still welcome it. There is no pleading or begging in it… it’s not a request, it’s a clear and simple command.

‘Don't stop.’, he says, making you realize you had inadvertently slowed down the pace as you got lost drinking him in. ‘Just say it.’, he repeats as he takes off your bra and watches your boobs bouncing with the movement.

‘I love you, babe.’, you say in a seductive tone as you start moving faster, feeling how close he is.

‘Say my name.’, he orders before firmly planting his mouth on one of your nipples and sucking slightly, causing you to moan now.

‘Oh, Chan…’, another indecent sound comes out of your mouth as he licks your other nipple before sucking it. ‘Kiss me.’, you ask him as he pauses to take in a deep breath when you stop your hips. He obliges, giving you a wet and messy long kiss filled with desire and urgency. ‘Chan, I love you.’, you let out in almost a whisper as the two of you break apart, resting your forehead against his. ‘And I want you… I want you so badly right now, I need you inside me.’, you blatantly plead. He stares at you adoringly, as if he’s admiring a piece of fine art.

‘I love you, babygirl. And I can’t believe you’re mine. You’re so beautiful, so perfect, and you’re all mine.’, he lets out, his possessiveness coming out in his words, his tone, his demeanor. All of it just makes you more excited though, so you play into it.

‘You better believe it because I am. I’m yours, Chan, I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want with me, baby.’

‘I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week, princess.’, he lets out seriously, his eyes glowing with a spark of pure lust.

‘Do it! Tie me up and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.’, you let out a little too eagerly.

He roughly pushes you onto the bed, your back resting on the mattress as he gets on top of you, his instinct taking over, guided by the flames of desire. In a matter of seconds, he has already gotten you out of your shoes, jeans and underwear, and has stripped down himself to be completely naked. You both enjoy looking at each other for a moment before resuming the activity.

‘No one will ever touch you as delightfully as I do…’, he says as his hand trails from your thigh to your pussy, slightly rubbing over your clit before he moves on to your stomach, your breasts, chest, and finally, your neck, where he gently chokes you for a moment, sending a jolt of electricity down your body.

'No one will ever…’, he continues as he pushes his dick inside you without much care as it easily slipped in with how wet you already were. ‘…fill you up as wonderfully as I do…’, he finishes as he bottoms out with your walls clenching against his member, pressing on the large vein that runs under it, with moans coming out of both of your mouths when you’re not busy taking in each other’s lips.

‘No one… will ever… pleasure… you… as perfectly… as I do.’, he lets out between hard thrusts that make your orgasm dangerously close as he hits your g-spot just right. ‘Hmm, I’m so close, babygirl… Cum with me, cum with me.’, he half begs, half orders.

‘Oh, Chan… Chan!’, you shout, and in a matter of seconds you’re both riding your high together.

‘I’m gonna fucking ruin you for everyone else in this world.’, he says as he keeps pounding into your now oversensitive core just for some extra pleasure. You grab the back of his neck, making him look straight into your eyes. You stare at each other lovingly for a second when he stops moving before you speak, his dick still inside you.

‘You already have.’, you simply say, genuinely, before planting an adoring kiss on his already abused lips. He smiles into the kiss, feeling happy and fulfilled. ‘I always come back to you, babe. I will always come back to you… Because we belong together. No matter how many people we sleep with, it will always be the two of us in the end.’, you tell him. His eyes shine bright listening to your words. You reach down to cup his face with your hand and he kisses the palm softly. ‘Because you’re the only one who really knows me... All of me. Because you're perfect, Chan… You're perfect for me.’, you finish, leaving him feeling as if his heart is about to blow up, in the best possible way.

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ablazenqueen · 3 years ago

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I love every single word you wrote. There is so much potential in this AU and just so many ways to look at it (I love Gumpa as Markus though holy crap) I don’t have it on hand but as I was reading it was that SpongeBob gif ‘write that down! Write that down!’ If you want to expand on it and write it feel more than welcome!! I just have plot bunnies running around in my head (mostly angst ones lol) if anyone feels the urge to write please do!! I’d love to read it abs as you said you’d have at least one loyal ready ;)

Absolutely agreed! There’s so much potential to Not Me DBH AU, it’s such a fun concept!

Okay okay, I’ll just toss one more idea out at you then I’ll stop rambling!

So picture this:

Black is some kind of police enforcement android (built for speed and agility, hence his small frame, but also built for combat hence his short temper and aggressive nature). He’s assigned to a station (or more likely a SWAT team) alongside a group of identical androids of the same model. And that’s fine, it’s whatever, he doesn’t care. He was programmed with a mission and he’ll accomplish it, he’s not here to make friends.

Except one of his twin androids is… kinda weird? They’re technically all identical but this one - White, he discovers - seems smaller than the rest. They’re sent out on missions and White… doesn’t want to harm anyone. His Mother (the AI in his head, in the Zen Garden, that’s what she calls herself) tells him to report White as faulty, defective. Deviant.

He doesn’t.

Instead he covers for White. Catches the escapees that White hesitated a second too long to chase after, punches the asshole humans who literally and metaphorically spit in White’s face, takes the blame when they fail a mission. It’s not a conscious choice but Black becomes protective of this other android, treats him like a little brother - or at least, what he imagines humans treat their little brothers like, he wouldn’t know.

And White starts protecting him too in his own way. He talks their handlers down from reprimanding Black, he’s a good negotiator, a good interrogator, he always offers to be the bait or the distraction, he makes sure Black never wanders off alone. They make a good team.

It doesn’t last long though. How could it? This is Black we’re talking about, he deviates within his first year of being activated. It happens in the middle of the mission, he’s given a command he refuses to follow through with, and he breaks down his red wall. All hell breaks loose, Black is very vocal about his deviancy and his refusal to follow commands.

White can’t talk their superiors down this time.

And Black gets scrapped.

He wakes up in an android parts landfill and claws his way out, taking any missing parts from the scraps as necessary. A hand, an eye, whatever he’s missing.

With nowhere else to go, Black finds Jericho.

They welcome him with open arms, of course they do.

He arrives and immediately starts aggressively questioning how they run the place and Gram (obviously Simon) is whipped on sight. He’s Black’s first friend and by far his most trusted and loyal. The very definition of the “You befriended Gram! Gram will now die for you!” meme.

Black is pointed towards Gumpa (in this case, a stand-in for Lucy) to heal his wounds and give him guidance. Gumpa is the one who tells him that Jericho is falling apart. The androids there are slowly dying in their passivity.

Black decides right then and there that enough is enough. He’s going to keep them alive. If no one else is going to do it, he will fight for them.

He does a good job too. A few of them are onboard from the get-go. Sean, Yok, and Gram. They become his three closest allies, teammates, confidantes, advisors, and begrudging friends. Gumpa takes some convincing and never joins their missions directly, but eventually he’s supportive. Black trusts his opinion above all others, Gumpa is strangely allknowing. The five of them make a good team. And sure, he can be an ass and he would never admit it out loud, but he sees them as his sort of makeshift family.

Things are good.

But then he goes missing.

This isn’t necessarily unusual, he goes off on missions alone sometimes. But a few weeks with no sign of him starts to stir up the public. ‘The Android Revolution’s leader is dead!’ they proclaim. No body found though, his friends try not to worry. They worry.

When he comes back, he’s… different. He has Black’s mismatching eyes and the hand that belongs to a different model than his own, sure, but there’s no fire in his eyes. Not like there used to be. His friends notice immediately. Something’s off. But when they question him, he shrugs it off. They have more important things to deal with so they don’t push.

Gram worries but he doesn’t push either. This version of Black is kinder. He thinks he’ll like that, having Black treat him gently.

Of course, it’s actually White, not Black.

He deviates (fully, beyond just his original software instability) on their very first mission and the shock of it is intense. He’s a mess for awhile afterwards. Sean, Yok, and Gram, who are present with him at the time, don’t understand why Black - an established deviant - is showing signs of post-deviation shock. And well… they aren’t quite sure what to do with a Black that isn’t as confident and headstrong as usual. Gram tries to comfort him but he’s unusually responsive. The only person he seems to respond well to is Sean… whom he can usually barely tolerate. But White gets stressed and Sean - confident and firm and unusually protective - serves as his anchor.

Gumpa seems entirely unconcerned by this. The rest of Jericho trusts that this means Black is fine, no matter how odd he’s acting.

Sean, on the other hand, refuses to let it go. Black fumbles on missions now, screws up in ways he never would’ve before. He’s gentler than before, quieter, more pacifistic, more selfless. He almost dies saving Sean on a mission and that’s not Black, he’s sure of it. Nevermind the fact that he refuses to interface with anyone other than Gumpa. This Not-Black is hiding something.

Gram, for his part, watches Black go to Sean to patch him up after their first mission and realizes he was wrong in his initial assessment. He doesn’t like seeing Black like this. He misses the old Black. The one who was all bite and fire and passion. The one who would’ve come to him for help with repairs because Gram was the only one he trusted anywhere near him with sharp tools, aside from maybe Gumpa. The one he used to be attached at the hip with. The one who didn’t look at Sean like that. He swallows convulsively, a need he doesn’t even have as an android, and pushes it to the back of his mind. It’s fine. This is fine. He’s Black’s best friend and he’ll support him in anything. Even… crushing on Sean…

Yok has other priorities. The Jericho gang sets fire to an android manufacturing company’s warehouse after freeing all the androids inside. They forget the guard androids. Dan is one of these warehouse guard androids (different line and different function than Black and White, he’s not built for combat, he’s a patrol android), he almost dies in the fire. Distracted. He was distracted spraypainting a wall. It’s a passtime he’s been careful to hide from his human owners, the wall of art is hidden away and so is his gear. He isn’t deviant, exactly, he just… Sometimes he likes to draw what he thinks. The fact that his paintings often seem like the work of someone who’s deeply tormented and oppressed and displeased with the current lack of android freedom in the world, well. No one sees his paintings anyway. No one knows.

He’s found by Yok when the team rushes back into the building to save the guards and the stress of the situation, in addition to refusing his base command of not leaving the building, are what causes him to deviate. He makes eye contact with his saviour, gets asked to come to Jericho, and instead makes a run for it. He’s the only android who doesn’t join them that day.

Yok is intrigued. By the art he saw, by the way that android fled, by the way graffiti is now popping up everywhere by an anonymous android the public calls UNAR. And so he searches for him.

And then he finds him.

Dan is distrusting at first, of course he is. He threatens Yok not to follow him. He doesn’t listen. And eventually Dan is comfortable enough to bring Yok back to the abandoned building he now lives in, the one he now has covered in artwork. He opens up to Yok. About hating being a guard, a tool, for a place that treats his kind as objects, parts and scraps to put together and tear apart at will. About having to watch one of the other androids shoot an intruder once and how shocked he is that that hadn’t been enough to make him deviate. They grow closer and start to trust each other.

Time passes. The Android Revolution stands stronger than ever. The protests are more peaceful than before, this new Black tries to avoid using violence and the Jericho crew was unsure about this tactic at first but it’s been gaining them mass public support from humans and androids alike.

Then two things happen simultaneously.

Yok brings Dan to Jericho at the same time as Black returns from a supply run with a second identical Black in tow.

Chaos erupts.

Black - the real Black, the Jericho crew quickly discovers - had been attacked and captured by Cyberlife and almost… he’s not sure, reprogrammed or dismantled, probably. It had taken him time to escape but he’d managed to do so in one piece. In his absence, his brother (in all but blood) White had been contacted by a certain Todd, the past CEO of Cyberlife, who for some reason seems oddly supportive and invested in the success of this revolution. He’d claimed that if the leader of the revolution disappeared, so would the revolution itself. White had been hesitant but… infiltration had been direct orders from his creator and if it was to help Black, whom he’d presumed dead years ago… He’d done it. And the second he’d arrived, Gumpa had greeted him, frowned, and requested they interface. Sweet, clueless White had agreed and Gumpa had immediately figured out what was going on (his specialty as a past mechanic and robotics repair android). And he’d let it happen because well. Todd was right. With no leader, there was no revolution. White was clearly sincere in his desire to help, he could be a temporary replacement.

Dan joining the crew would not be a problem. Except for the fact that he didn’t know his model came with a built-in tracker.

Cue the subsequent destruction of Jericho at the hands at the police force and Dan’s capture. Or his death. No one is quite sure.

Most of Jericho’s inhabitants make it out safely, Black rigs the place to blow up as a distraction once they’re out, and they make themselves a new home. Jericho 2 (okay yeah, not the most clever of names).

It doesn’t deter them and it doesn’t deter the revolution.

Yok is heartbroken - thirium pump broken? - but no one talks about it. He refuses to talk about it.

Fast forward. Turns out that having both Black and White lead a revolution is ridiculously efficient. (Once they get past the hurdle of Black trying to keep White away for his own protection, that is.) With their small crew, their mass of supporters, and their complementary strategizing, they’re on the brink of finally receiving android rights. Or a war. They’re not sure which.

Dan reappears on The Big Day. This is the protest that’ll make or break the revolution. Black and White (mostly White) are trying to negotiate with the President for android rights. That’s when Dan arrives. Yok is ecstatic. Until he realizes Dan is standing on the wrong side. The side of the humans.

It doesn’t last.

Cue second deviation after Dan watches someone shoot the love of his life. He breaks from his programming, gets Yok to safety, to Gumpa who can fix him. It’s a close thing but he survives. Giggling is probably not something one should do during a revolutionary march while bleeding out thirium but Yok is too delighted to have Dan back to care.

Negotiations go well after that. Androids get their freedom and rights. Jericho rejoices. The crew lives to fight another battle and works hard to continue improving android rights little by little.

(And White kisses Sean on national television to prove that androids can feel emotions, much to Black’s disdain. It’s even more to his disdain when half the news coverage on the matter claims ‘Revolutionary Leader Black Kisses Android Boyfriend’ and other such bullshit. White never lives it down. He’s decided it was worth it though. Black is less mad when the headlines ‘Android Revolution Leader Black Found Kissing His Right Hand Man’ appear months later. But that probably something to do with Gram’s grin.)

#glad you liked my ideas! hope you like this one too! :D #haha this is literally a whole fic #I have no chill forgive me #and this got quite shippy #sorry if you’re not into that #detroit become human #not me #not me the series #not me dbh au #not me fic ideas #gramblack #danyok #seanwhite #asks

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clubtuan · 4 years ago

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Sorry, I couldn’t get to you

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

Genre: The chilling adventure of Sabrina!au /witch!au /ansgt a lot of it/ mention of Swing Kids/ fluff / suggestive

Prompt : « I make my own happiness, and I hope you can too » - Sabrina Morningstar

A/N: I finish CAOS and I miss Kyungsoo. And I have Roh Kisoo feelings so yeah this happened, my first scenarios with EXO. And I totally wrote this listening to ‘’Say Something’’ by A Great Big World 90% of the time.

Word count : 5k

Rain was heavily falling that night, and your familiar, a black cat sitting next to you purring. Life as 24 year old witch in Seoul, but still a single 24 year old, life wasn’t that boring it was just that people were always asking you to introduce them to your boyfriend.. Hell who needs a boyfriend when their cousin is the king of Hell, or when your family is the known as the most powerful witches in this damn country ?

The smoke of your tea was long gone as the liquid turned cold, but a burnt smell came to your nostrils .. Park Chanyeol, the king of the under and your cousin.

‘’Hello cousin.

For the love of Satan, Chanyeol!’’ He laughed and take the place right next to you, taking off his crown. ‘’Hell is hella boring without you’’ he sighed.

The only thing you wanted to answer him was how earth was also a boring playground without him, and how Junmyeon wasn’t helping cause he probably was busy running the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You sighed, humans weren’t funny, working wasn’t funny, and plus your feet hurt, from working in Minseok’s small cafe. ‘’You’re a real drama queen Y/N’’ Said Chanyeol before readjusting his black oversized opened dress shirt. ‘’Go to a club, find a cute or bad boy looking guy and have some fun’’ He said picking up his bloody crown.

You couldn’t believe it, even your cousin was asking you to get .. well for the moment a one night stand, but still asking you to find a ‘someone’ ..

‘’Uh and before I forget honey, you may be a witch but black isn’t our only option here’ He disappeared before you could kill him or throw a pillow to his face.’’ -Unbelievable, was all you said after his exit.

You scanned your shelves full of spell books, ‘dark magic : a witchy way with demons’, other books about demons and others creatures you had to deal with, a big brown book caught your eyes and you smirk taking it in your hands. ‘’Boyfriend, here we meet’’ your cat meow looking at you ‘’I know buddy, but everyone says I should have someone so ..’’

To be real witches and wizards are known to have sex demons, and huge sexual orgies from time to time .. seriously what is the problem with witches and sex ?

Oh yeah Lilith was !

You find yourself in the bathroom that night, sculpting your future boyfriend in the wax of a few red candles. abs ? Check ! Cute looking butt ? Check ! Good look ? Check. Nice ?Also check !

‘’Let the doll sit in hot water for one to two days and your lover will be yours’’ you read out of the book.

The bathtub was full and ready, and your were casting the spell asking yourself the hell you were doing.

You clearly fell asleep, waiting to your full tub to see if anything would change .. but nope nothing really changed except the size of the wax doll, which was now a lot larger and not much looking like wax. Work was starting for another few hours but someone was ringing at your door at 9am. And the same someone didn’t wait for you to entered your apartment.

‘’Y/N? We know you’re here, the cat told us.’’ Aunties !

You exited your bathroom closing your door, they didn’t need to see your future love spell laying in hot water with rose petals !

‘’Aunties hi!’’ They both looked at you as if you were insane, well you totally looked like at the moment, your oversized black shirt, and dried mascara under your eyes !

‘’What are you doing ?’’

I’m creating my own boyfriend, cause people I work with, or I’m friend with ask me about my love life 24/7 .. nah you shouldn’t say that to your aunts or else they’ll kill you ..

‘’Nothing Aunt Zee ! I just need coffee cause I .. I .. Yeah coffee !’’

Both of your aunts looked at each other, but not in the suspicious way you tried to avoid, thanks Dark Lord ! ‘’Your cousin, ..’’ Aunt H started but you clearly were not listening to them. Looking at you bathroom door asking yourself a lot of question, does he has a name or you had to give him one ?

‘’Aunties, if you create someone out of .. never mind’’ you stopped yourself, they didn’t need to suspect you and your future « man »?

And the fact you wanted them out of here .. fast ! No need for them to see a stranger getting out of one of your rooms probably naked and confused !

You were bored to wait for anything to happen, and plus you received a text.

JUNMYEON:

You small witch, don’t forget about the Coven party in 2 days.

If you’re not here, I’ll kill u under the full moon babe xox

What a best friend ! You once again totally forgot about this little Coven thing at Minseok cafe he was hosting with Baekhyun.

Witches parties were always too much, even more if Byun Baekhyun was the one throwing the said party. Going back to the 50s (like literally), ghosts ..

To be honest you wanted your Saturday night to be a rerun of « Sabrina, the teenage witch » under a plaid on your couch with pizza, beer and tteokbokki, not a extravagant party with all your Coven.

BAEKHYUNIE:

Get ready for the night of your witchy spicy life, cause your god fairy mother (me!!)

got some friend who are single & ready to mingle !

YOU:

Baek, no more weird goblin or any magical creatures !

Plus you are late I’ve a date !

His only response was a few shocked emojis, and a few seconds later another text : I’m behind your door with food !

But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun he didn’t ring the bell and come into your home with a huge goofy smile on his lips.

‘’Don’t look at me like that, I’ve got your fav’’

Why everybody was coming to visit you today ? Normally your apartment was cozy and calm .. but not today ! For Satan’s love !

Baekhyun was one of your closest friend, but also a dark fairy and Chanyeol’s right arm.

And fairies loves to party way too much, it was in their personality ! But the cutest thing was his pointy ears.

‘’ So, my lil friend got herself a date ?’’

And fairy were all about gossips! You simply smiled and nodded at your friend. No need to say too much !

‘’Sooo ..’’ You tried to start another conversation ‘’ How is hell today ?’’

He lifted one of his eyebrow ‘’ Yeol was here last night, don’t try to escape my questions woman’’

Maybe you should have stuff your mouth with rice and onions !

Your fairy friend talked and talked, asking you a few questions about your date for the party. You nodded and made a few ‘’oh!’’ ‘’mhmm’’ but must importantly you were eating and trying to avoid his questions.

Until that one moment when Baekhyun suddenly stopped talking, and was looking behind you his mouth wide open.

‘’Sorry babe, I was a bit long’’

Babe ? You turned in your sit and your eyes dropped to a towel, one of your black towel hanging low on some hips, well defined hips to say, and as your eyes were going up to see who that was, you followed a happy trail, your mouth watered at the sight, happy trail being one of your weakness in a man. After his define stomach and sun kissed glowing skin. His heart shaped lips looked so kissable and full, his dark eyes hided behind tick black frame of glasses. God he was beautiful, more than that to be honest, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, his cute hand slowly scratching the back of his head. You watched a few drop of water running on his chest.

Next you saw a lot of beauty marks on his naked skin, a galaxy of beauty marks. The man got you hypnotized with one sentence, this spell was something !

‘’Hey, you must be Baekhyun ! Y/N told me about you’’ you were drinking his every words just like Baekhyun was. ‘’I’m Do Kyungsoo’’

Dark lord even his name sounded so heavenly (damn for a dark lord follower, you think a lot about heaven right now), after his introduction he excused himself to get dress.

‘’Is this your date ?’’ Murmured Baekhyun with too much excitement ‘’Damn girl you just hit the lotto !’’

Your first few days with Kyungsoo was surprisingly good, he already known a lot about you. Because to created him you dropped some drops of blood in the potion.

You asked silly questions to Kyungsoo, just to get to know him better: ‘’Bubble tea or Iced coffee ?’’ sure he was your creation but he still has his own personality. Your afternoon been filled with laughs, his hand in your hair, under your shirt, and finally you naked on top of him. His hands on your hips left some marks just like his plump lips and teeth drew love bites on your collarbone and others behind your ear. Your long black nails left marks on his back from the pleasure .. hell this man gonna be the end of your sanity !

‘’I’m glad you bring me to life’’ his arm was wrapped around your waist, and his lips continued their way in the back on your neck. You never expect anything with this incantation, you never expect the perfect man to came to life in your bathtub but here you were laying under your sheet naked, with Kyungsoo showing his love to you. Drawing abstract shapes on your skin, following your own moles creating a galaxy with his fingers.

Your friends and family were totally shocked to see him next to you, the Saturday night at the Coven party.

Even your aunt fell under his spell, and Chanyeol almost gave him his throne. Kyungsoo always had an answer to every questions about your relationship, his hand never left your side that night, or you find his lips on your cheek every other times.

Do Kyungsoo might be the result of your spell, but you totally were under his.

Days with Kyungsoo were sweet, full of adventures and funny. Sex was insanely good, (yes might be a witch thing but thanks Lilith) the feeling of his hand tracing your body, or even his lips on your skin. Or just his eyes on you were making you feel like the most wanted woman on the earth, Kyungsoo has his ways.

His moles were your favorite thing to kiss after his pillowy lips, but the must was the little mole on his top lip. And for Kyungsoo his lips found their home right under your breast, on ink saying ‘Witch’ he always said your tattoo was full of sarcasm.

Were you suppose to fall to your own creation ?

Your cat was laying on your bed, his head in Kyungsoo’s hand as his was caressing him. You watched him laying underneath your sheet, his chest on full display as your bedding was on his hips hiding a bit of his nakedness. ‘’You know I think he quite like you’’ you said to him ‘’Yeah he is purring, and I like him too .. he is like a part of you’’

You smiled looking at them, the sun was hitting Kyungsoo’s skin in all the right place making you craving him again, on the spot. His skin against yours, his finger interlaced with yours, his low groans .. he was hotter than hell.

Your black familiar exited the room as soon as you found a place on your mattress. ‘’You look cute with my shirt on’’ his hands traveled under the cotton of the shirt, tracing the shape of your chest. He smelled so nice just like lavender and woodland (a/n: if you ever smelled ‘autumn night’ by yankee candle this is the smell I’m talking about), everything about him was comforting, cozy and making you feel somehow safe. His lips right underneath your left ear, his right hand playing with the side of your black laced panty.

He was addicting just like a drug, now he was in your life you couldn’t imagine not having him anymore. Kyungsoo became a part of you, like a missing piece of puzzle and thanks to magic you finally completed the puzzle.

The way he made you feel was crazy, almost too crazy to be real. His breath hitting your neck made you moan even more than his hands running your body, and his length hitting every spots.

Days were brighter than before, spring was almost there cherry blossom were about to bloom, just like you now. And the night getting warmer but for once your bed felt empty and kind of cold without the raven haired boy sleeping next to you.

‘’Y/N ! ARE YOU ISANE ????’’

You woke up to Chanyeol screaming and tearing off his black hair. ‘’Yeol it’s 3 am, the fuck you want now ?’’ You asked, ready to kill him.

‘’Do Kyungsoo ? Huh ?? More like Roh Kisoo ! I can’t believe you invoke a freaking ghost to pretend to be your fucking fuck buddy’’

What ? A ghost ? Fuck buddy ? You were lost, totally lost and you cousin still panicked in front of your bed. ‘’ A ghost, what ? Who’s a ghost ?’’ He sighed loudly. ‘’Cousin, the aunties will legit kill you’’

Your only question was ‘who the fuck is Roh Kisoo ?’ He sighed once again before showing a beige folder (there’s folder in hell ? Anyway that is not the question)

‘’Cousin, he is dead, Do Kyungsoo isn’t real his name was Roh Kisoo, North Korean soldier. He used to tap dance, he was killed because he was about to kill an American soldier on stage’’

You couldn’t believe what Chanyeol was telling you .. you did not invoke a dead soldier, you created him out of wax. ‘’Chanyeol .. I created him. I do not fuck with dead’’

He stopped all his talking to look at you, dead in the eyes (no joke here). Your knees were against your chest as you sit on your mattress, ‘’He lied to me’’ you said softly. Your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t believe you fell in love with your creation but he seemed so human, probably too human you were now thinking .. cause he been alive once.

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you, even the king of hell could not bear to see his cousin and best friend crying. ‘’Love, do-does his heart beat ?’’ You looked up at him not really understanding why would it change if his heart was beating or not ? ‘’ If his heart beat, it means two things .. one he has feeling for you and second h-he .. he would become human, 100% human once again and believe his past life is just a dream .. Well his memories of the war and all being a dream’’

‘’And y/n..’’ He started again ‘’ you were in his past life .. his lover actually even if he never confessed or anything to you he loved you as Roh Kisoo .. that’s why he came to you as you created him’’

He put his hands on your eyes, and suddenly flashes of images, of him with shaved hair, kaki clothes, tap dancing, working on things, him stealing a kiss, stealing one of your kiss I the board of daylight, your death with two others persons you didn’t know and finally his own death.

The perk of being the king of hell was having ‘infos’ about people’s previous lives, and Chanyeol was shoving you Kyungsoo past life.

After your cousin exit, you didn’t sleep that night. You felt so small at the time watching the night lights by your window, thinking about everything that happened for the last two months of your life.. getting him, feeling happy and in love (a thing you never felt or lived before), how were you supposed to say all these things to Kyungsoo ?

Were you supposed to giving him up ? Send him back (yeah but were ?) ? Make him human ?

That morning Junmyeon made fun of you ‘looking like a panda’.

‘’ Y/N ?’’ He been calling your name for the last five minutes but your mind was anywhere but in Minseok’s cafe, jumping from memories to memories you created for the last 2 months.

The light was hitting your living room, a cup of coffee in your hand as you sit on your couch right next to Kyungsoo who was reading one your book. At the time everything felt right, as you were looking at him forgetting your cup in your hands, trying to find a single thing on him that was wrong .. but nothing was wrong.

‘’You know, I’ll not disappear love’’ you chuckled at his words, fearing that yes someday he’ll be gone.

His hand find it place on your knee, and his lips on your temple was comforting you and made you blush as a teenager.

At the time everything was simpler, you needed help .. but from who ?

You couldn’t bear to see Kyungsoo, not knowing how you’ll react in front of him, what to tell him, would you kiss him ? Let him make love to you ? Slap him ? Fall apart ? Break his heart ? (you didn’t know if his heart was beating .. if he was human or just the memory of his past life in wax)

YOU:

We need to talk aunties.

You were adult and you needed to face your mistakes, and you were finally doing it. The drive to your aunt’s was the longest it ever was and you felt heavy.

You spent a long time sitting in your car before entering the house, feeling a lot of shame, heartbroken, facing your mistake was harder than expected.

The second you saw your aunts you couldn’t keep your feelings together and start crying.

‘’ Chanyeol told us Y/N and even if your aunt wanted to scold you .. it’s not right to do now’’ started one of your aunt.

Aunt Zee was smoking but not saying anything, you knew she was disappointed. You felt totally out of place if you teleport yourself in a volcano you would to it right away.

‘’ I suppose Chanyeol explain you, the two options you have ?’’ Was Aunt Zee first worlds, you nodded.

‘’ If his heart beat or not, I could send him back or I can make him human.. ’’ your were stop by Aunt H ‘’ If you make him human, you know he’ll not remember you and what you both lived’’

Hearing that broke your heart even more, he couldn’t forget you if wasn’t right.

‘’ But he will kind of stay connected to you, as he has a part of you being your magic. So he is and will be a wizard.’’ Said your second aunt.

All you needed was time, a thing you didn’t have. One last time with him before choosing send him back or making him human and forget everything about you.

‘’But most important if his heart is beating, your trace will forever haunt him. Without him know why and who you are, love’’ said Aunt H, caressing your arm as comfort.

‘’ I can’t kill him’’

Yours aunties listened to you, telling them why and how to ‘created’ him, how happy he was making you, how human he seemed and now you knew why .. you told them everything, even wishing you had a last night with him.

Aunt Zee granted your wish, but tomorrow morning you had to say goodbye to love.

You never expected finding him dressed in his favorite black jumper and his ripped bleu jeans cooking in your kitchen with a glass full of white wine waiting for you next to his.

Your eyes filled with tears when his scent hit you, your head on his chest. ‘’ Let’s stay like this for a moment, please’’ you didn’t want him to see you like that.

The smile dancing on his lips broke you inside one more time, he looked so innocent in front of you, not knowing, almost like a child.

‘’You know babe, tonight there’s a shower of shooting stars let’s watch it’’ Yixing told him, even if he never met the Chinese wizard in real like they met on FaceTime, your friend was crazy when Baekhyun, once mentioned you had someone.

You simply nodded, even of shooting stars couldn’t help you this time.

The time moved so fast as if it was teasing you, your eyes never left Kyungsoo, too afraid to forgot him or to miss a beauty mark or the way his eyes were when he was smiling, looking at you.

Looking at him was the hardest thing you had ever done that night, you were giving up on him and you couldn’t say anything.

The view from the balcony of your appartement was incredible but the only thing you watched was him not the stars traveling the dark sky.

Even the moon seems ridiculous next to him, his glasses sat on his nose and his hair was a bit longer, his fringe hitting the frame of the glasses softly.

He turned his head to look at you, his hand caressed your cheek and his lips collided on yours, his kiss was full of passion, slow. Time stopped when his lips met yours, and you felt his heart pounded underneath your hand.

His heart was beating ..

‘’ .. I love you’’ His eyes were still closed and his lips still so closed to yours, and his thumb caressing your face.

Once again his lips crashed on yours, more intense this time. Yours hands holding the material of his jumper. ‘’Don’t ever forget about me’’ you whisper. His fingers slipped under the coton of your shirt, he pulled you even closer to him, as if no one else in the world existed. ‘’Never’’ you knew his answer was a lie but you needed it.

The time actually stopped at that moment the last time he made love to you, the stars and clouds were not moving and no sounds were heard, a spell to stop time was dangerous and only a powerful witch could to do but at the time it was your last priority.

It was the softest Kyungsoo ever showed you the way he loved you, he was taking his time with you that night as if he knew it was surely the last time. Looking at you his eyes were full of stars and his hands felt like velvet on your skin.

That night you refused to fall asleep, your head stayed on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his words playing over and over in your head, the way he confessed on that night was the hardest to accepted to you.

CHANYEOL:

I’m sorry cousin,

I tried to give a little bit more with him.

He make you happy I know.

You left your bed after reading the text to finally cried yourself to sleep in your bathroom, your hand on your mouth trying to muffled the sound.

The floor was freezing when you woke up, everything felt freezing in your house, in your body. Once you remembered, tears were running your cheeks and this time you didn’t shut yourself and screamed in agony.

He was gone.

He was gone and you were alone.

The first week was the hardest, you didn’t left your room and the last piece of him that was the shirt you wore that night.

The tissue did not smelled like him anymore.

Every day, every hour you were waiting for him to open your door arms full of bags from the grocery store ready to cook you something.

Chanyeol, yours aunts, Yixing, everyone tried to contact you, but you never answered them.

Every night Chanyeol wait for you to sleep and came, he was feeling guilty and you were his best friend. Every night he did the same, he tucked you and stroked your hair. Hoping one day you would be able to find peace with yourself, but that wasn’t the only thing on his plan !

You sat at your kitchen bar, you computer in front of you but all you did was staring at your window, your chin resting in your left hand.

You didn’t even watch Chanyeol sitting right in front of you searching something in one of his books. ‘’Cousin, aren’t you suppose to do mails stuff ?’’

‘’Chanyeol, aren’t you suppose to do king of hell stuffs?’’ Your sarcasm did in fact burn like hell !

‘’You know I became the king of underworld, so you selfishly could stay on earth and do selfish human things as the bratty witch you are’’

Why was Chanyeol even here at this point ? He wasn’t wrong, to be honest. All you did for the last few days was crying, sleeping, and being a brat to everyone who tried to help you what so ever.

‘’Cousin, life have so much to offer’’

‘’Fake, life sucks and I feel so done with it’’ He sighed loudly, feeling done with you.

Ignoring yours friends, cousin, aunts was purely selfish and you knew it but at this point you clearly didn’t give a damn .. but at the same time it was your fault and only your fault, if you didn’t use this spell, just to shut people and their needs to talk about your life.

It’s been 3 weeks, the first been the miserable one, the two second mark the start of the ‘new you’.

You were purely self-destructive at this point, losing Kyungsoo hurt you but what you did to yourself was worst. Invoking sex demons, trying spell to not feel anything, everything was good to ‘make you forget’.

‘’You know Sehun, fuck Satan and all that witchy shit’’

You were clearly drunk, and Sehun knew he shouldn’t give you anymore drinks but his pub had the best reputation with the witch population of Seoul, you lost the count of drinks you already drank.

‘’ You probably should go at home and sleep Y/N, I dont need the king of Hell to come and kill me’’

‘’Chanyeol ? He can kiss my ass ! Y’all can kiss my ass’’ your drunk behavior wasn’t a pretty sight.

After that Sehun didn’t understand a word you said, you were half crying, half mumbling. Poor bartender did not has the choice but to call Chanyeol to have an explanation and to get you back at your apartment.

‘’ Y/N you can’t live your life off ‘not feeling anything’ spells’’

Cold water woke you up, you stood in you shower fully clothed and your cousin holding the shower head.

‘’Why the hell are you doin’ that ?’’

‘’You asshole, needed a wake up call’’

Chanyeol was tired of seeing you being a danger to yourself, and decided enough was enough.

The heavy weight on your shoulders dropped suddenly and you body followed dropping in your cousin’s arms. ‘’ I just miss him so much Yeol’’

He watched tears rolling on your cheeks, not saying anything but his hand caressing your back.

Even if lives are connected Chanyeol couldn’t guarantee Kyungsoo’s comeback, your two souls might be connected since the beginning but the way they forced Kyungsoo into his human form couldn’t guarantee anything about their futur or life together. But he couldn’t tell you all that, like he couldn’t say he was following the man everyday.

And that you left your mark on him, he was now a wizard.

‘’ I’m here Y/N you can sleep’’

He laid you down on your bed, caressing your hair and projecting dreams in your head to give you a break, Chanyeol was the king of Hell, but he was hurt seeing his best friend and cousin living like that, he was ready to fight anyone so you could be happy again and to see you eyes full of stars just like when you were looking at Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol always knew that Kyungsoo’s heart was beating he felt it the first time he met him. And right after that he started his search about the man.

After that night you practically lived in the academy, teaching younger witches just like your aunts wanted. Reading books to perfect your magic. ‘’You know since you came to the academy everything seems simpler’’ Said your colleague Jongdae ‘’ Kids seems to like having one of the most powerful witch of the century teaching them stuffs’’ You nodded.

‘’Sorry Jongdae but I’m taking my cousin out for lunch’’

Chanyeol took you to Chinatown, celebrating one of his friend opening his own restaurant .. who were you to say no to free food ?

Lunch was nice, a private room for the two of you and all the best food on the menu. ‘’So the academy ?’’

‘’It’s good, kids are funny .. Yeol did you .. like killed someone for this guy ?’’

He laughed a bit too much ‘’ Not, it’s a guy a met not long ago and we became friends .. he is like us ‘magic’ he’ll come to see us’’

You nodded, finishing you plate and drinking a bit of the Chinese whisky that was left in your cup.

Chanyeol left you to go the to toilet, what type of cousin is he ? He need to go to the toilet when his friend was supposed to met the two of you ? Asshole !

The door opened and your phone vibrated at the same time a text from you cousin, why was he sending you a text when coming back in the private room ?

CHANYEOL:

I find him for you ..

Who did he find for you ?

‘’Chanyeol ?’’ You knew the voice, you once again felt the time stop when you turned around finding .. Do Kyungsoo in a chef attire.

Do Kyungsoo was the friend of Chanyeol, the one he wanted you to meet ..

‘’You are ?’’ Right he forgot about you. ‘’Oh yeah you’re Y/N .. Chanyeol told me a lot about you and you’re like the most powerful in our coven’’

A single tear rolled onto your cheek, you find him .. he was in front of you.

You finally find him, thanks to Chanyeol.

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mira--mira · 4 years ago

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Madara and Hashirama for the ask meme 👀

Hashirama

What I love about them:

I really love Hashirama's stubborn optimism. I say "stubborn" here bc I think after a certain point of pain in misery in someone's everyday life, in some way it is a choice to remain optimistic despite that suffering. I don't characterize Hashirama as constantly happy and he can recognize the more realistic/pessimistic possibilities, he just refuses to accept them. I have it in my notes for OoT but haven't worked it in verbatim but Madara would call him "ruthlessly optimistic " and while that's tinged with Madara's own bias, I think it fits quite well.

What I hate about them:

Hashirama is stubbornly optimistic LOL. It's a double-edged sword and I think by the time he reached adulthood in a canon setting, Hashirama was so desperate for there to be peace he maintained his "everything will work out" attitude when he otherwise shouldn't have. There were the concerns with Madara and the Uchiha, his own brothers views that he certainly should have recognized could become a problem, and, after depending on when Tobirama took on students/how old they were, the possibility of biases being passed down and a Danzo like figure coming to power. However this was not Hashirama's responsibility alone to fix. I don't think, despite his love, Hashirama alone could have kept Madara in a village that hated him and a clan that distrusted him. Tobirama was an adult and let his own bias pass under a veil of "logic" and passed that, either intentionally or unintentionally down to his students. None of this is Hashirama's fault, but I think part of the canon story being a tragedy was he was blinded by a bright, hopeful future that he failed to see the early signs right in front of him.

Favorite Moment/Quote:

"To me, Madara was like a gift from the divine."

Even thinking about it makes me melt. It's so sweet and really emphasizes how much Madara means to him. 🥺

What I would like to see more focus on:

In fics? Hashirama's mental health and how his childhood affected him. Most of the long fics I've read focus on Madara. Which I understand, Madara has an arc into becoming a villain while Hashirama is just kinda "there" and it's easy for him to fulfill a support role to helping Madara in canon Au fics. A sort of unshakeable, always optimistic stone for Madara to depend on and stop his downward spiral into villainy. But, what makes hashimada so great for me is that Madara and Hashirama are equals. There will be times one falters and needs to depend on the other, and they're capable of giving each other that support. It'd also be great to see Hashirama struggle yet continue to choose optimism and compassion time after time because that feels more weighty and important than an eternally optimistic characterization that never wavers.

Headcanon wise...this isn't something I've found but desperately want to see (and will come up in all of my own aus) is the connection between the god tree and the god of shinobi who's famed ninjutsu is wood release and who's cells can be used for everything under the sun and are specifically needed to control the gedo statue / ten-tails. 👀 Look when I got back into Naruto and only vaguely knew about the war arc plot I thought Kishimoto was Doing Something with that. He was not. I am.

What I would like to see less focus on:

This is pretty much mentioned above but Hashirama as mainly a support for Madara rather than getting his own (non romantic) arcs in long canon Au fics. Headcanon wise, this is such a small nitpick, but Hashirama constantly being the one described as warm whereas Madara is cold. The big tree can *retain* heat, but he pales in comparison to Madara's ability to *generate* heat.

Favorite pairing with:

Hashimada (Hashirama x Madara)

No one should be surprised. I can wax prose about this for days but it's about ultimately finding someone else in a terrible world that *understands* you that you can grow with and support. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers and battle couples so guess what's right up my alley?

Favorite friendship:

Canon/BoaF- Hashirama & Mito

I know Madara & Mito is more popular, and I do love their dynamic but christ Hashirama needs friends outside Madara and Tobirama and I think they'd be good friends. Canon!Mito would provide a good level-headed perspective and wouldn't have the messy, complicated history like the three founders have together and it'd be good for Hashirama to get a break from that. BoaF!Mito and Hashirama are cousins their relationship eventually progresses to a sibling-like bond. They’re quite protective of each other and gossip endlessly together. Mito’s not as good as gardening, but they do it together and incorporate Uzumaki sealing techniques for certain houseplant decorations. Mito also might know about Madara 👀

OoT-Hashirama & Sakura or Hashirama & Sai

His and Sakura's relationship is p similar to how I would characterize his and Mito's but with the added hilarity of Sakura being his "student" yet having 0 deference for him once they actually get to the "teaching" part (surprise: Hashirama's most uttered lines are "you do the thing, you know the thing, you know you just...do it. The thing. Madara "translates" a lot of their sessions.) Hashirama and Sai antagonize each other constantly and he *will* tease Sai into oblivion as any older brother would. Tobirama never reacted to Hashirama's mischief in ~fun~ ways and he felt bad about messing with Itama, who was even more emotional than he was and Kawarama, who hero-worshipped him. Sai is the perfect "if anyone messes with you I will personally make them regret being born yet *I* will tease you mercilessly to my hearts content" kind of little brother.

NOTP:

Hashitobi (Hashirama x Tobirama)

I don't do incest. At all. Even "non-incest" aus where they aren't technically related squick me out.

Favorite headcanon:

Hashirama can Speak to the trees.

Either humorously or seriously, I love this kinda, sorta, maybe not quite human power.

Madara

What I love about them:

Madara is kind and does his best to do what he thinks is right. The “kind” point is a lot of Hashirama talking/flashbacks and the “good” intention behind the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Making everyone a “winner” in the dreamworld, while absolutely insane and full of holes, is odd for a villain’s motivation. His role in the war arc is mostly focused on watching him wreck absolutely everyone he comes into contact with but I love Hashirama’s flashbacks and the glimpses of kid!Madara we get. Madara believed in his philosophy from a lifetime of pain that ended in him losing everything and being manipulated but he was still seeking a way to “help” the most people he could. He’s such a rich character that makes it easy to want to imagine other what-if scenarios where things turned out just a bit differently.

What I hate about them:

Madara takes all responsibility onto himself. This is more speculation because we don’t get Madara’s POV of his childhood or any significant scenes with the clan. However, I think this is one of the primary roots of most of Madara’s problems. If he blamed himself for mistakes that weren’t technically his, he could get into a cycle where he only blames himself and doesn’t seek help/support when he should have and purposefully reduces his support circle because he becomes paranoid that he won’t be able to protect them. A smaller issue that is both about Madara and not is he didn’t fall victim to the Talk no Jutsu, but was Madara aware of what was happening when he was possessed(?) by Kaguya? I forgot but if he wasn’t...I don’t think he’d agree Hashirama’s way was the right way at the end, merely his way was wrong. Because, in Madara’s point of view, the village may have been “better” (used very loosely) than becoming food/power for an alien goddess but it wasn’t good. It wasn’t the solution. Hashirama saying they were both wrong in some way saved the scene but Madara still jumped back to Hashirama’s dream being the right one too quickly imo.

Favorite Moment/Quote:

“What are you going to do about the second [meteor] Onoki?”

I’m sorry, that was just hilarious. We see this man slaughter an entire division and drop a meteor from the sky...two kages desperately try to stop it and it looks like they managed to succeed and he just...cool. What about the second? Really cemented Madara is Here and he is Dramatic. A close second fav is him flying across the battlefield to confront Hashirama only for the “I’ll deal with you later” line.

What I would like to see more focus on:

I really love it when fics fill in the blanks of Madara’s childhood/his time with the Uchiha so that’s always a plus for me. The other thing is Hashirama calls Madara a “fundamentally kind man” and according to Tobirama the Uchiha feel love “too deeply” so I like fics that do focus on these aspects of Madara’s personality while staying true to his prickly demeanor. For headcanons I love, love, love exploring kekkei genkai/ninjutsu/genjutsu and how they individually affect people/clans. Digging deeper so that “fire affinity” means constantly running hot/pushing into possibly having fire resistance/unable to distinguish “too hot” / or even affinity acting like a secondary blood type so even if two people had AB blood if one had a water affinity and the other fire their blood would be incompatible. Also the mundane ways powers can be used (I have some Ideas for non-combat genjustu applications that the Uchiha use and those will come up in OoT 👀)

What I would like to see less focus on:

This again kinda ties into the Hashirama segments, but Madara completely depending on Hashirama and Hashirama alone for happiness. Especially in long AUs where he’s still in Konoha but has a poor relationship with the Uchiha. That’s fine starting out! But if the fic ends or doesn’t seriously work on improving that relationship it just sits a bit weird with me bc I don’t think Madara could be truly happy in that situation. (NSFW start) The other thing I see commonly is Madara is extremely passive/submissive in bed with Hashirama which is...weird to me? There’s also a reoccurring thing where he doesn’t have a lot of experience but Hashirama does and this leads to embarrassment and the aforementioned passive/submissiveness. I understand lack of experience can be embarrassing and I do believe Madara could be embarrassed, but instead of withdrawing into himself I think he’d push through it with something close to bravado and his usual single-minded intensity, for better or worse. I do think Madara usually bottoms in his and Hashirama’s relationship but both of them are as enthusiastic about sex as they are fighting and neither is especially submissive or dominant. (NSFW end)

Favorite pairing with:

Hashimada (Hashirama x Madara)

See absolutely everything else 😂

Favorite friendship:

Canon/BoaF- Madara & Naori or Madara & Hikkaku

I really like focusing on the Uchiha clan and exploring the dynamics within it. We get nothing about Madara’s early life outside of Hashirama so this is almost completely speculation. For the angst of canon, I like Madara being close to his clan only to lose them after his friendship with Hashirama is revealed bc he awakened his sharingan over Hashirama and that can’t be easily hidden. For BoaF, a large part of it is exploring the clans’ cultures before they made the village so this necessitates actually fleshing out said clans. Naori and Izuna are v similar in personality and both live to prank Madara and annoy him, but they hardly ever team up bc they start squabbling amongst themselves. Hikakku is stoic and calm in contrast to Naori’s mania and Madara’s intensity but he keeps track of every little favor and Madara dreads the day he’ll act on them because he knows it’ll result in something embarrassing for him. But like all BoaF!Uchiha, they’re fiercely protective of one another and you really don’t want to insult the wrong person.

OoT - Madara & Naruto or Madara & Sai

I really Madara and Naruto’s dynamic, it’s very entertaining and fun for me to write and they’re both positive influences on each other. Madara gets more people to smother with his brand of affection and Naruto gets early recognition and training. Their weird non-training shenanigans (coupon collecting, gaming, etc.) also is p amusing. Madara and Sai have a similar relationship but I really like writing theirs from Sai’s POV bc he insists that he doesn’t feel close/like when Madara treats him like a little brother when he really does.

NOTP:

Madatobi (Madara x Tobirama)

Logically, I know why this pairing is popular. Fanfic is saturated with the enemies to lovers trope yet emotionally I Do Not Understand it. Personally, I don’t enjoy toxic relationships, to read or write. And, to me, that’s what a close canon Madara and Tobirama pairing would be. Tobirama tried to convince Hashirama to kill him, he killed Izuna, even if it was in war, and I don’t think Madara could or would get over that. If Tobirama has similar attitudes about the Uchiha it makes it worse. AUs exist to rewrite this, of course, but I still don’t enjoy their romantic chemistry. At best, I like Tobirama and Madara as reluctant frenemies who insult each other and try to one-up each other.

Favorite headcanon:

Madara is fire proof.

I have a whole rant about this in OoT’s author notes 😂 Sasuke’s Amaterasu should have been a serious threat when it hit him. Instead the man just lets his clothes fall off then kicks their asses. He’s fire proof.

In response to the ask game:

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grimbeak · 4 years ago

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How Pirate Jay Au Jay deal with the rest of the seasons

DotD:

*I haven’t watched this ep in 4+ years so Im just gonna focus on the bruise at the end

*Very happy that his bf is no longer a ghost! Now he can give surprise hugs without faceplanting on the floor! (Kai comments that they’re ‘going to be even worse now’)

*Oh yeah and he’s happy to see Morro bc that happens ig

S7:

*Spends most of it having literally no idea what’s going on

*Acronix tries to manipulate him ab his mom and Jay’s like ‘bitch stfu’ so it doesn’t rly work out

*He honestly doesn’t care ab the fact that Wu’s dying all that much bc he’s only known him for a few months (and he’s still a bit upset about the whole ‘banishing my mom instead of trying to talk to her’ thing)

*He doesn’t have Ed n Edna to worry ab so he just fucks around a bit before going ‘fuck it’ and grabbing the timeblade before anyone else can get to it

*he didn’t have a vehicle he just ran

*pirate coat flowing in the wind

*Anyway Kai eventually rants to him ab his parents being supposedly evil and jay’s like ‘oh no,,,, how awful that must be for you,,, can’t relate,,,, at all,,,’ which earns him a smack on the head

*Ray and Maya see this new lightning master and are like ‘um is no one else concerned about this’

S8:

*Jay searched for Wu for a year (despite not givin a fuck lmao) purely to spend a year with his boyf. That was the only reason.

*He is freak tF out by Lloyd’s voice change:

‘WHAT’S WRONG WITH HIM’

‘he’s fine it’s just puberty- you literally went through this jay’

‘NORMAL HUMAN FUNCTIONS DON’T WORK PROPERLY IN THE CURSED REALM MY VOICE NEVER CHANGED BITCH’

‘is that why you’re still so short’

‘FUCK OFF I NEED TO EAT MORE APPARENLY’

*Harumi is just unimpressed with him her description of him is smthn like ‘the pirate ninja who has no self control’

*He instantly knows she’s the traitor but no one really listens to him

*He laughs at them when they figure out he was right

*Jay gets a very quick rundown of what happened with Garmadon and is no longer laughing

*uhhh canon events happen ig

S9:

*Yeah pretty much canon events as well except for the fact that Jay is freaKING OUT about the fact that there are DRAGONS

‘jay we can make magical dragons’

‘YEAH BUT THEY’RE MADE OF ENERGY AND OUR OWN EMOTIONS THESE ONES ARE NOT’

*He still loses it for a bit but instead of him just giving up completely it’s more like he’s drunk

S10:

*No proposin yet because they’re literal children and also shits goin DOWN

*goin down like cole

*sorry

*They have to physically restrain Jay from jumping down after Cole when he falls

*when kai re-makes the golden weapons jay’s kinda like ‘ohhh so that’s what the nunchucks looked like b4 you guys melted them cool cool’

*Cole’s back!! Jay’s happy!! Everyone wins!!

*no one wins bcuz Lloyd’s dead. When he comes back Jay offers him an invite to the club of ‘we died but not anymore’. Zane and Jay were previously the only members.

S11:

*uhhh what happens in this season again

*nothing important so lets move on

S12:

(Pre-season 12, Jay gets an odd feeling, and finds Clutch Powers just about to open the teapot of tyrahn. He smacks him and goes ‘no’ before kicking it into the ocean. Ninjago city is safe once more.)

*Nothing really changes except for the fact that he actually calls the cult that he made a cult and they only cause anarchy

*Cole just points to where the crowds are running from and is like ‘jay’s over there’

*Also Jay has literally no idea what’s going on in this video game world bcuz like everything is just weird and he hasn’t really had time for games with all the heroing going on

*Bruise happens n they dance

*Jay is horrible at dancing but they do it anyway

*Canon stuff (except Nya dies in the car with Kai for bruise reasons)

*Cole sacrificing himself at the end fuckin hurts bcuz last time Jay died in Cole’s arms,,, now it’s the opposite (sorta lmao)

*At the confrontation with Unagami, Jay’s just like “look dude the people who were supposed to protect me threw my mom who was pregnant with me into the cursed realm without even giving me a chance to live, so let’s just both agree that our families suck and move on” and Unagami’s like “Sure that makes sense”

*They bond over having no idea what anything is at any time

S13:

*Jay is so proud of his boyfriend getting a season

*Jay please stop breaking the fourth wall I’m trying to write

*Vania tries to flirt with Cole, Jay responds by fuckin making out with him in front of everyone

*y e a h

*the queen tries to marry him and jay’s like ‘uh i have a bf’ and she’s like ‘not anymore’ and nya’s like ‘im his lesbian sister let me fight you for him’ and the queen’s like ‘do you wanna get married instead’ and nya’s like ‘uh no i have a gf too’ and the queen is like ‘well i can’t marry the green one he’s a minor’ and lloyd’s just so confused

*Cole does his Thing with his new 3 poly uncles

*Uh stuff happens

*Bruise

*No one’s really sure who the queen ended up marrying but they’re never going back there just in case

The Island:

*Jay likes his flower crown. He wears on the brim of his pirate hat.

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buttercup-of-kaer-morhen · 4 years ago

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Magic and Exams: A magical College AU

I wrote a little a little drabble for my Geraskier magical college AU that has been stuck in my head.

Main tags: college AU, it's modern but with magic slapped in, Non human Jaskier, And they were room mates~, pure fluff, pre relationship, pining... Kinda, unbetaed, we die like Renfri

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Jaskier huffed as he rifled through the pile of clothes he had on his bed, stuffing only a few articles into the large pack he was trying to fit everything in. He had finally wheedled his dorm mate into letting him go on one of the infamous weekend camping trips that his roomie was always secreting away to. For as long as he had been bunking with the man, Geralt would hike up a mountain or hill in the vast forest preserve that was conveniently by the campus-- which is probably why they had so many Environment and Monster Studies Majors now that he thought about it-- whenever he had a weekend that had a holiday or a day of cancelled classes attached to the weekend. The musician had literally come into the dorm to find Geralt suddenly packing on a friday morning because he got emails that his classes cancelled for the day. Now usually, one of his frat brothers-- Jaskier still didn’t get confirmation if they were his real brothers or not, which was weird cause his group usually could find out anything-- Eskel or Lambert would go with the witcher but both were busy this time around and Jaskier did not let the opportunity slip through his fingers!

The thing is, as much as he pestered the Monster Studies major into bringing him along… Jaskier had maybe, kinda, never actually gone camping or hiking before in his life. Well, unless you counted the nights holed up in a pillow fort in the living room with Yenn under copious amounts of blankets and pillows or sleeping in the backyard in a hammock under the stars with his sister Renfri. He was going to guess Geralt was not one who would though. So he was quickly trying to figure out what to bring before shoving it in the bag specifically made for this-- he was unaware those existed-- which he borrowed from Renfri. She had always been the better scout when they were younger and actually stuck with it unlike Jaskier who opted out for more fun, indoor activities much to the displeasure of his father. She also did him the kindness of also filling the bag with the actual “essentials” as she called them, he was just adding anything he may want personally and his clothing. Thankfully, he knew exactly what to wear from the many magazines, movies, and such that he had seen. He had already put one such outfit on before he started his attempt at packing, that way he’d just be able to get up and run out the door as soon as Geralt arrived. He was almost done too and feeling rather satisfied! He had clothes, a battery pack for his phone, his notebook, and a few textbooks he may or maynot get around to reading for class while they were out there.

Just as he was closing up the pack, the very man he was about ready to go look for, stepped into the room. “Ah, Geralt! I’m just about ready!” He said brightly, beaming at the stoic individual who was currently looking him up and down critically, as if he were appraising the slightly smaller man. It sent a small spark of excitement through Jaskier, knowing he’d impress the other with his knowledge and fashion. He knew he looked damned good for this fall excursion, well as good as lumberjack apparel could, and he was giddy to get the other’s approval.

“Stop messing around. Put on real pants Jaskier.” Was the gruff reply he received as Geralt stooped by the bed on his side of the room and pulled his pre-packed bag out from underneath. No compliment. No other words of any kind! Nothing!

Jaskier practically sputtered in offense as he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes and threw his hands out wide. “W-what!? These are real pants! Have you never looked in a magazine much less gone into a clothing store before? Well obviously not, what with the broody biker/mountain man aesthetic you have going on, but really?” He argued, trying to hide how deflated he felt just from the one comment. The man had a real talent for stealing the wind from his wings with one clipped sentence, the filling-less pie comment still haunted his dreams. Worry was slowly filling him about everything else now too, from what he packed to whether he’d only be a bother on the trip.

Geralt stood back up, slinging his own absurdly large bag onto his back and rolled his eyes. “No, those are a second skin. They make your ass look great but are worthless for anything else. For Melitele’s sake, they don’t even have real front pockets Jaskier.” Geralt explained with a put upon sigh as if the article of clothing were the bane of his existence. He at least didn’t sound frustrated or exhausted yet, so Jaskier was counting that as a win!

“These ones do!” He exclaimed excitedly, not really in defense of the garment but in actual genuine thrill, as he shoved as much of his hands as he could into the front pockets. It was just his fingers but it was something and it was one of the reasons he had got that pair. Then his distracted thoughts took a left turn and crashed as he remembered the other thing the man had said. “You think my ass looks good?” He asked, genuinely stunned.

Geralt gave him a look and, ah, there was the irritation. “Sweating. Chafing. Itching. No protection against anything like thorns or brambles or anything at all really.” Geralt listed each one, counting on his fingers visibly to punctuate his words. “I’m not going an entire weekend with you complaining because you chose fashion over practicality.” He growled lowly, which had no right making Jaskier nearly swoon from how hot it made Geralt’s voice, as he tried to get the musician to understand what he was saying. Now Jaskier knew that Geralt was right after laying out all of the faults in his choice of trousers but, you see, if he were to admit that he only owned skinny jeans, booty shorts-- those were a gift--, and a pair of fluffy unicorn PJ shorts-- again, a gift from Yenn-- then Geralt would definitely know he had never done anything like this before. “You’ve never gone camping or hiking before have you?” Geralt asked in his weird way that wasn’t actually asking but rather was a statement, as he eyed Jaskier’s bag. Before Jaskier could stop him, Geralt was already pawing through the contents.

“Whaaaaaaaaaat?! Noooooooooo- How could you- Don’t be abs- Ok, alright fine. Yes…” The half-human sputtered, trying to deny the accurate accusation but the jig was up. Jaskier had wanted to keep up the charade but knew when to give up the goat-- the metaphorical kind, not the one Eskel owned and was currently hiding in the frat house-- even if it meant he’d be barred from going on the trip now. He had really been looking forward to the trip and getting to know Geralt better. He couldn’t bring himself to meet the witcher’s eye now that his lie was caught… That and he didn’t want to cry in front of the man because he had to look into his crushes eyes which would only hold ire or disappointment from Jaskier not telling him the truth from the start. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Geralt was suddenly speaking.

“This was terribly packed and you made a good call on the flannel and knit cap. It’s going to be colder than normal because we’re in fall…” Geralt offered as he began repacking for Jaskier. The musician’s head snapped up at the comment and he watched the other work curiously, as a flicker of hope filled him. “Do you own anything besides those sorry excuse of jeans?” Jaskier opened his mouth to reply but stopped as the other shook his head without actually looking up. “Actually, don’t answer that. We’ll stop by somewhere and grab you some real pants on the way. I’m also going to hazard a guess and say you don’t have hiking boots so wear your old converse and we’ll pick up a new pair along with the jeans.” This was the most Gralt had ever spoken to the Multi-Minor student at one single go and he decided to see how far this role would continue on. “You won’t be able to wear them this time but you can at least start breaking them in as soon as we get back. Just wear them to class for a while and you’ll be good for next time.” Geralt grumbled, mostly to himself as he planned out what they had to do before making it to their destination, as Jaskier’s brain tried to catch up. He was practically beaming at the witcher by the time he had lapsed back into his usual silence. The musician practically tackled the larger man, who easily caught him in confusion. Not only did he get to go on this trip, but there were future trips from the way Geralt was talking.

“So, I can still come with?!” He asked excitedly, wanting to confirm it anyway as the anxiety still lingered slightly. It just seemed too good to be true!

“Yes? Why not? Just cause it’s your first time, doesn’t mean I’m just going to ditch you…” The witcher said genuinely, a small frown on his face at the implication that he would just suddenly leave the other behind. “Besides, someone has to teach you the ropes and keep you from killing yourself accidentally.” The man half teased as his frown turned into a slight smirk. Jaskier would have been offended if he wasn’t so happy right then. He wanted to squeal in joy but refrained for the sake of his roomie/crush’s sensitive ears. He also really wanted to kiss the man if it wouldn’t have crossed a line and ruined the whole thing but oh well, he’d have to just try to squash the urge. “Also, are you going to bring your wolf?” The man’s sudden question snapped Jaskier back to reality again.

“You mean Wolf? My dog?” Jaskier asked, incredulously with a roll of his eyes. They had had this particular back and forth frequently since the day he had snuck his dog onto campus and into their dorm to stay. Geralt didn’t ask questions, only worked with him and helped hide the large pooch so that the DAs wouldn’t find either of their pets that they were living with together. It was an unspoken agreement to look out for one another between the four living in the small room. Hiding a pet from campus officials was like practically a sport for their friend group now anyway. It wasn’t just them watching each other's backs either really. It was a pact amongst them all to pitch in and help if needed.

Geralt snorted a laugh of disbelief as he shook his head. “It’s a wolf.” He stated matter of factly and Jaskier just could not understand why everyone insisted that his lovely beautiful Wolf that he found abandoned on the side of the road was a wolf.

“He’s a dog! Also, is Roach coming? I know she’s a horse originally but with the spell you got from Triss to make her appear as a cat, does she like, I dunno, need to deal with horse things or stretch her legs. Metaphorically speaking or… I guess literally too? Can she even change back into a horse at will?” Jaskier tried to divert the argument, nipping it in the butt before it could really start, but ended up rambling. Jaskier was never really given details on the whole weird adventure of sneaking the man’s horse in and disguising it as a cat.

Geralt gave him an amused look as he cocked his head to the side. “...Yes, no, and yes?” He offered, sounding unsure of what he was confirming and denying. “She comes with for the fresh air but she doesn’t need to. She’s perfectly fine in either shape. Also she can turn back into a horse but doesn’t want to most of the time.” He clarified and Jaskier nodded.

“Alrighty then… Sure, we should probably bring Wolf along. He’d most likely enjoy the exercise and we won’t have to rely on anyone keeping an eye on him or the DAs.” Jaskier relented. Besides, it would be more fun with all four of them.

Geralt hummed before handing Jaskier his own pack to carry, newly repacked and everything. “Let’s go then. We’re losing light.” Geralt hurried Jaskier along out the door and they both snuck out Wolf and Roach through the, thankfully, empty building into the parking lot where Geralt’s old beat up pickup truck awaited their arrival. Once everyone was in the vehicle-- pets and bags in the back seat, people in the front-- they set off for their weekend getaway. Jaskier smiled softly at Geralt as the man focused on the road before looking out his window at the hint of sun rising to greet the day. Jaskier had a feeling that it would be a good trip and he was already looking forward to the future ones as well.

#witcher #witcher netflix #geraskier #fanfic #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #gerlion #non human jaskier #college au #Buttercup's writings

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omgdexnursey · 4 years ago

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crisis anon wondering ab ur current wips!!

hi crisis anon! i apologize again for how long it took me to reply to this. i have about 36 wips in my check please folder so uh, jot that down (though some of them i probably won’t ever get around to looking at again)

the ones that i’ve been working on/thinking about most recently though are:

1) a nurseydex enemies to friends to lovers fic that somewhat follows canon

2) a nurseydex fic inspired by the headcanon that nursey likes flowers and keeps trying to tell dex he loves him through flowers and dex doesn’t get it

3) a nurseydex werewolf au where dex has been a wolf for a while and nursey mistakes him for a really big stray dog and sorta looks out for him and dex gradually starts becoming human again (it sounds weird but i don’t know how else to explain it)

4) the last part in my holsom “blinded by the lights” series

and 5) the shitty/lardo tangled au

#answered #crisis anon #i sorta lost count of my wips so i think that number is mostly accurate #if you would like to hear more about or see like a lil snippet of any of these lemme know

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 4 years ago

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ATDT!AU Post-Escape Halloween thing 1-5 (or more)

The little town at the base of Mt. Ebott was practically buzzing with excitement. Normally, due to restrictions put on by an H.O.A that feared and hated Halloween as “The Devil’s Birthday”, Halloween parties were rarely held unless they were in secret and at home. A lot of normal people in town were delightfully surprised that the power-tripping harpies in charge didn’t try to ban trick-or-treating or house decorating altogether but the townsfolk were often muffed at the strict rules surrounding it: “Trick-or-treating starts at 6:30 and ends at 7:00″, “Any house that puts up decorations before Oct. 28th and or leaves its decorations up after Nov. 3rd will receive a fine”, “All Outdoor Halloween decorations must be 5′ tall or shorter”. And other such ridiculous rules were put in place to shackle Halloween to the ground.

But what made this year so different? This year, Mettaton and Sammy Lawrence were holding what could only be described as the BIGGEST Halloween party/Haunted mansion romp in the history of humans, monsters, and toons. And thanks to the co-stars’ charisma, Mettaton hiring a really good lawyer, and the currently dominant half of Sammy being too darn spiteful to be contained by mortal means, the H.O.A. was completely powerless to stop them.

However, it didn’t stop them from trying anyway. This week, Linda Simmons (Not to be confused with Linda Stein, who is a lovely lady and an excellent member of society but is not human in the slightest.) Was the one to march up to the monstrosity of a haunted mansion in progress to demand to speak to the pair.

She clutched the cross on her necklace tightly in her hands as she saw the mansion in all its ‘unholy’ glory. As per Mettaton’s usual ‘go big or go home’ approach to his work, the damned thing looked like something out of someone’s nightmares! The mansion itself looked like an old-fashioned but normal one but the “Decorations”? Large patches of fleshy growths scattered all over and presumably within the mansion, giant human-like bones and organs growing in and around the area, thick black fluid being pumped into the monstrosity, and god knows what else!

Linda felt sick to her stomach when she walked up the thing, almost swearing that she saw the flesh patches writhing, as well as the bloodshot eyes embedded into the outside walls staring directly at her. In her other hand, she held a copy of the H.O.A.’s very strict rule book, clutching onto it as if it were a bible. She took a deep breath in, and pounded on the door.

“Just give me five minutes Darling!✨”

The mechanical menace whom she once adored on television before meeting him face-to-face oh too cheerfully responded over the sound of a roaring chainsaw and nails being pounded into wood on the other side of the door. After an exact five minutes had passed (she checked her watch between impatiently knocking on the door and tapping her foot on the ground), she was greeted with a giant calculator-like robot wearing a spiffy Halloween-themed suit complete with a tie with a bat pattern on it.

“Why Linda, how nice of you to drop by!”

She frowned at the superstar machine.

“Mettaton, are you aware that you’re violating the H.O.A. rules regarding Halloween decorations?! And what on earth are you two thinking holding a Halloween party here?! Do you have any idea how many noise complaints you’ll get?! The fine you’ll get is-”

“SShhhhhh”

Mettaton put his finger against her lips and Linda crossed her arms in frustration as he continued to draw out that ‘shush’ noise. His other arm extended into the room behind him and retracted with a large pile of papers in hand. He stopped shushing when the papers where in her face. She internally groaned at the sight of them, she hated it when people found loopholes.

“As you can see here, here, here, here, here, here, and here... Everything we’re going is completely within the H.O.A. rules and regulations.”

“What the?!” Her eye twitched, her face turned red, and after skimming through Mettaton’s papers, she spoke through gritted teeth “Okay, so your decorations are Technically allowed... But only because nobody would ever think that we’d have to make a rule against animating MEAT with black magic to make Halloween decorations... But what about the party itself?! And the noise?!”

While Mettaton did not have eyes at the moment, Linda could feel him rolling them at her.

“The ‘Party’ you claim we’re throwing is actually a charity ball that happens to have a Halloween theme to it, which as you can see under this section right here, IS allowed.”

She raised an eyebrow at the robot.

“What type of charity?”

The lights cut out, all replaced with a single spotlight on Mettaton, who was now dramatically draped over a piano while a sad melody on a violin began to play and white rose petals started to fall on him.

“A great tragedy had fallen on thousands upon thousands of innocent lives... Men, women, and even small children stripped from their homes, from their friends and families and all brutally slaughtered! And after death? Their souls broken, and forcefully fused together within a prison of vile ink made by a cruel man who cared not that he was turning nightmares into reality, as long as it meant his dreams come true... These restless souls have finally been freed from their devilish tormentor, and had grown attached to this world, no longer humans, but not quite monsters either. These people are lonely, confused and scared in a new modern world that while offers them new chances and opportunities, is a strange and foreign place that overwhelms them to the point where they want to go back. As having a familiar yet horrible home can be more welcoming than an unknown yet kind home at times. We’re raising money and awareness to help these poor people get back on their feet.”

Linda bit her lip and rolled her eyes at Mettaton’s overly sappy and over-dramatic speech, she knew that the “people” he was referring to were most likely those strange, hyper, 2-D creatures and or those disgusting, smelly, ink things that took up residence inside Mt. Ebott after all of the regular monsters came up here.

“And what about noise complaints?”

The lights flicked back on and Mettaton threw himself off the piano in annoyance.

“Well, Sammy and I are constructing sound proof walls as we speak, so when the building is properly complete, there wont be a thing to worry about.”

Linda threw her head back laughing.

“Sammy is helping build them? Sammy Lawrence? That weird giant slug thing with the creepy mask? What does he do? Ooze on the wood that needs to be nailed up?”

“You can always ask him what he does yourself, Darling!” He pushed her down the hall and into the next room before slamming the door behind him while she stayed on the other side. “He loves to answer questions!”

“Hey! Don’t just shove me in here with that disgusting mass of slime! I don’t care if you’re a celebrity or not, I can have you arrested and- Oh sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph...”

“Have a Banana, Hannah, Try the salami, Tommy, Get with the gravy, Davey, Everybody eats when they come to my house.”

While she was pounding on the door, she looked back just to make sure that the creature Mettaton often worked with wasn’t about to pounce on her and gnaw her limbs off, but instead of a giant black slug that had arms and reeked of spoiled meat and moldy art supplies, she was starring at a human being. And he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in person.

“Try a tomato, Plato, Here’s cacciatore, Dorie, Taste the baloney, Tony, Everybody eats when they come to my house!”

The man was tall and broad, his skin was clean-shaven, on the paler side and had healed claw marks all over it, he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all (A fact which Linda was very thankful for.) which revealed that he had a large, strange tattoo on his back, and he had dirty-blond hair that was so long that it was only stopped from dragging on the floor thanks to the braid it was in.

“I fix your favorite dishes, Hopin’ this good food fills ya! Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone, You better eat if it kills ya!”

He had his back turned to her, singing to himself and clearly very focused on the task in front of him, but she happily watched his every move in awed silence. In addition to his body, the man also had a lovely singing voice.

“Pass me a winda, Linda,” he gestured behind him. “In all seriousness, if you could pass me that window pane behind you, that would be great.”

“Oh!”

Linda snapped up and instantly scrambled for the window he had gestured to.

“Thank you, that’ll do.”

The head of the PTA and member of the H.O.A. stared intensely at him, taking in every single detail of his front. From his black pants to his washboard abs- until he gently tilted her head up so that she was looking at the man’s face.

“You know,” He said teasingly with a wink. “My eyes are up here.”

His sharp-featured face that only had one long claw mark on it as opposed to the rest of his body, his bright white smile that she couldn’t find a single flaw in, and his eyes, his deep, dark brown eyes that just made her melt by looking at them. Oh sweet lord, this man was so far out of her league that she honest to god thought he was blind to be flirting with her.

“I’m so sorry sir!”

Linda blushed redder than a jar of tomato sauce and looked away altogether, trying to fruitlessly cobble together an explanation.

“MettatonpushedmeinheretospeakwithSammyLawrencebutyouwerehereinsteadandyouhaveareallyprettyvoiceandimsosorry-”

“Wait, Mettaton sent you in?”

“Y-yes..?”

“And you’re looking for Sammy?”

“Yes?”

“Well why didn’t you say so sooner? What do you want to speak with me about?”

She went from bright red to white as a sheet as soon as that sentence left his mouth. Now that she thought about it, didn’t the local news channel say that the ink creatures could shape-shift? Oh god, this man was that gross slimy creature... The gross slimy creature that she kicked in the face with her high heels the second she saw it in person...

“N-nothing!”

She then ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her, jumped into her car, slammed down the breaks and sped as far away as she could. Once she was possibly miles away from everyone, she buried her face into the car horn and screamed.

Back at the haunted mansion, Sammy let out a long held sigh of relief.

“Thank fucking God she’s finally gone, just listening to that harpy’s voice makes me want to bash my head in against a wall.”

“Oh my...” The robot star half-dejectedly mused. “And here I thought the winds of romance would turn her cold, dead heart.”

“Mettaton, my standards might be rock bottom, but they’re not in the mariana trench.”

#ATDT AU #bendy and the ink machine #undertale #deltarune #mettaton #pta linda #sammy lawrence #fanfic #edited

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personasintro · 6 years ago

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A Plan | [oneshot]

synopsis; You’ve a plan — trying to dominate your extremely dominant roommate who also happens to be your friend with benefits.

warnings: oral sex [female and male receiving], spanking, strong language, spanking, cream pie, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation kink [kind of]

genre: fluff, smut

words count: 8.5k

A/N: I haven’t seen a lot of aus where Jin is younger than a reader so here it is. Seokjin calling you Noona because you’re older than him. I also got carried away a little bit with smut so let me know what you think about it. Don’t forget to check out my masterlist for more!

Agreeing to become friends with benefits with your overly annoying but overly hot roommate probably wasn’t one of your proudest decisions. How did you become roommates? Easy — you couldn’t afford to live on your own and it seemed like a good idea, at that time. How did you become friends with benefits? Let’s just say, you don’t have time for any dating at the moment and well, your roommate is probably the hottest creature walking on this planet. You both got sexually attracted to each other easily and it just happened. It wasn’t like you planned it. You definitely didn’t expect your roommate to be younger than you. It’d be fine if he wasn’t a total brat making your life miserable — not counting the time when both of you’re preoccupied with each other.

“Good morning, Noona.” You hear his enthusiastic voice, giving you a wink knowing he just annoyed you. As you said, he loves making your life miserable. He walks into the kitchen topless, grey sweatpants hugging his waist perfectly. His tan skin contrasting with his black hair and pink plump lips. God, those lips. You envy him for it, any girl would kill for those kind of lips.

Shaking off your thoughts, you compose yourself trying to distract yourself with your phone. If you keep watching, you’d drool soon. “Don’t call me that,” You snap at him knowing he’s enjoying this. He enjoys annoying you and if he wasn’t that good in bed, you’d probably kick him out already. He walks to the fridge, opening it up and pulling a milk bottle. He simply screws the lid open, drinking from the bottle. You scrunch your nose in disgust. “Yah! That’s so disgusting!” You scold him seeing him ignoring you. You watch him taking gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his neck is stretched. The soft skin there looking more than delicious. Your gaze adverts to his naked skin and toned abs making you gulp.

He stops drinking putting the milk bottle back inside, turning to you with little smirk. “Am I disgusting?” He’s so full of himself and it annoys you even more. This boy is too damn confident for his own good.

“You sure are. Putting those lips on the bottle we both use, have some manners, boy.” His smirk is wiped off as soon as that one word leaves your mouth. Boy. He hates when you call him that. Just as much as you hate him calling you Noona, but he does it anyway. His eyebrow twitches, making you smirk this time in triumph.

“Funny,” He laughs bitterly. “You didn’t mind those lips on you last night.” He says confidently making your eyes almost budging out, making you choke.

“T—that’s different,” You stummer.

“How is that different? I already had those lips everywhere on you, why does it matter if I just drank from the bottle?” He arches his brow seeing how fast frustrated you’ve become. Okay, he has a point.

“Okay, but still... you don’t have to drink from the bottle. It’s gross.” You mumble checking your messages on your phone. You don’t feel him coming closer, slowly making his way to you. Startled, you jump out when his lips touches the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I could drink from somewhere else,” He mumbles into your skin pecking it.

“Okay, ew!” You exclaim. You stand up wanting to be away from this disgusting human being.

“Sit.” He demands with his hands on your shoulder roughly pulling you back to sit. Your ass hurts from the movement but you don’t say anything. You gulp feeling the tip of his fingers on your neck. He knows how sensitive you’re there, he knows exactly what he is doing.

“Seokjin, I don’t have time for playing games.” You murmur without pulling away from him. He wouldn’t allow you to, so you’re not even trying. And — you’re kind of enjoying his touch but you won’t say that to him. You’d boost his ego even more than it already is.

Dark chuckle coming from his lips made you bit yours. His whole persona changed — suddenly it’s not the same Seokjin who came into the kitchen all goofy. “Do you think this is a game?” He asks slowly and quietly. You can hear the clock ticking in the background and you don’t make a sound. He pulls your ponytail harshly, making your head snap back. “I’m certainly not playing any games.” He continues letting go off your hair, but twirls it around his finger.

“I’m going to be late for work,” You say patiently waiting for his next move. It’s easy for him to be in his sweatpants having all the time in his world when his class starts at nine a.m. On the other side — you’re suppose to leave this second or else you’ll be late. You don’t really want to explain your boss why you’re late. It’d be like third time this week. Let’s just say... Seokjin has good stamina. And he likes to refrain you.

“Like that ever stopped us,” He snorts moving his fingers to the low cut of your blouse. Fingers grazing over the spot above your breasts. From standing up there he can see them and it makes him almost growl. Anyone who’d be standing the way like he does, could see your breasts like this. You clench your crossed legs together trying to relieve the throb between them. You can’t do this. Your vagina still hurts from last night and Jin knows it. He was awake when you woke up to your alarm. He heard you hissing and then when he opened his eyes he could see your legs shake for a bit. He feels proud. Proud that he could feel you that way — you screaming his name while you cum countless time. He sees you clutching your pencil black skirt, fighting the urge to take you right there in the kitchen. “You should get going or you’ll be late, Noona.” He says with innocent tone, but you could still hear the mischievous undertone in his voice. He takes a few steps back with hidden smirk on his lips. You cough standing up and grabbing your phone. You look at him while he watches you with his dark eyes.

“I’ll see you, bye.” You murmur quickly walking away without looking at him any longer. He chuckles at the fact you didn’t correct him this time.

You leave completely frustrated hating how much of an impact he has over you. The dominant side of him — he’s always been like this. Even though you, being a older from him, it felt like it turned around in the bed. It felt like you’re the obedient little girl listening to his every command. You liked being dominated— something you’ve missed in your past relationships. But lately, Seokjin has been too much confident in it. Torturing you while making you cum for fifth time in spare of twenty minutes was no joke. He’d slap your ass countless time making you hiss everytime you’d sit down in your work. Your colleague asking you if you’re okay every time. Making you beg and say the words you’d normally never tell him. All of this made this frustration towards him. You want to show him you’re not his bitch. You can be dominant if you want to be. He needs you just as much as you need him. He always made it feel like you’re the only one begging for him. “Since you’re begging this nice, I’ll give it to you.” He’d say with mocking tone. That’s why you’ve decided to take a little revenge. Maybe not even revenge — just to show him you’re not his bitch. You want to be in control this time. So you’ve a plan.

Couple of days passed since you’ve had sex, making it an amazing opportunity for you to show him. Although Seokjin was busy with his college — majoring in acting took most of his free time. He basically spent his time at home just to sleep. You’ve barely seen each other at this point. Quick ‘good morning’s between you were the only way of communicating. Also getting your period through this busy schedule you both had was just a big plus to your plan.

“Isn’t it weird living with a younger guy?” Minho, your colleague asks. He tucks his chin with a hand watching you with curious eyes.

“Not really, I got used to him. He pays the rent and cleans after himself, that’s all I’ve asked for. And he’s not that much younger,” You explain raising your brow at him. He laughs putting his hands in the air in surrender with a goofy grin. “Only four years.” You mumble. You didn’t like whenever your age was mentioned. It took some time for his friends to stop making fun of it and mentioning it. It made you feel like some old woman with weird fetish of living with a younger guy. And him calling you ‘Noona’ definitely didn’t help.

“But doesn’t he brings girls here? Still, he’s in college. Those kids love parties and hookups.” He asks, sipping from the coffee you made him. He grimaces while tasting it making you want to laugh. You’re so bad at making coffee. You don’t understand how can you messed up doing it. Everyone can do it. Even Seokjin — who does it for you almost every morning.

“No,” You shake your head. “It was actually one of the rules when he moved in. I didn’t really want to hear him banging some random girl.” You scrunch your nose in disgust while picturing it.

“Makes sense,” He shrugs. “But what if he’d find a girlfriend? Would you allow him to have her here?” He asks and something about his question makes your stomach clench. It’s simple to say you’d be jealous. You’re so used to Seokjin, you don’t want to share him with anyone. Not that you’d share him if he’d eventually find someone. And you’re sure he will — well, because he’s handsome and all girls are gawking at him. You can see it everytime you go grocery shopping together. You know this deal, the whole friends with benefits, will end someday. But you’re too selfish because you don’t want to end it. Not anytime soon at least. But you know he’ll find someone. Someone younger, better looking and someone he’ll actually fell in love with. And it makes you sad because that’d mean the end. The end between you two. You’re starting to regret this whole deal knowing it’d hurt you more than you’ve ever expected.

“I guess that’d be okay,” You almost whisper while looking straight ahead. “As long as it’s not some random person.” You give him crooked smile when you hear the rustling of keys. Soon enough, there’s Seokjin stepping into the kitchen in his whole glory. Black jeans hugging his thighs matching his black boots makes him look irresistible. Nude shirt you helped him to pick up covering his upper body, tight around his biceps making him look more masculine. But the most importantly — round glasses on his face making him look indeed younger. He usually wears it only when he goes to his classes. It’s one of your guilty pleasures you’ve about him.

You sit there, Minho on the other side of the table gazing at Seokjin. “I wasn’t expecting a guest,” Seokjin speaks, nodding his head in greeting for you but bows to Minho. His eyes moves to Minho, scanning him with a neutral look. He looks definitely older than Seokjin himself, but he doesn’t look that old.

“This is my colleague Minho,” You introduce him giving him soft smile which he gladly returns. “And this is Seokjin, my... roommate.” You answer with nervous smile looking for Seokjin’s eyes for help. He chuckles at your expression wanting to shake his head in disbelief and amusement but he doesn’t.

“Nice to meet you,” He says kindly, but still observers Minho from the side. He doesn’t see anything suspicious between you two. But knowing he’s closer to your age makes him feel territorial. He knows he doesn’t own you. You’re not a thing to own. But he still doesn’t like that feeling seeing you with another man. Plus when he’s someone much more suitable for you. “Well, don’t let me disturb you. I’ll just grab some food and I’ll be gone.” He laughs little bit already making his way to the fridge.

You watch him grabbing some food from it putting it on the sideboard. “So, you know about the upcoming event.” Minho decides to speak, making you tear off your gaze from Seokjin’s broad shoulders.

“You mean the anniversary of the company?” You ask shutting off your little notebook you’ve your notes in. You both had some work to do, so you’ve decided to make it at yours knowing it’s much more peaceful place than in your company. You weren’t expecting Seokjin to come home so soon. Minho hums while nodding. “What about it?” You catch a quick glance at Seokjin, who’s minding his own business cutting something you can’t see. You’re sure he’s in his own thoughts not really listening to you. He looks like he doesn’t even acknowledge your and Minho’s presence.

“I was thinking about coming together,” He says directly. It looked like Seokjin stopped cutting whatever the hell he’s cutting for a second, but you’re not sure. Your eyes are still locked on Minho’s.

“Like a date?” You ask with widened eyes completely surprised about this. Minho has never made any move on you so far. Simply giving you compliments here and there, but you never really got any that kind of vibe from him. Going together on yours company event doesn’t have to be that big of a deal. You’re colleagues and you can go just as that. And it seems like Minho is thinking the same thing. It just sounds... different.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nods with smile. The harsh sound of knife hitting the sink makes you jump out little bit in your spot. Seokjin turns around with apologetic smile turning around but not before giving you a stare. A stare with eyes filled with darkness and something you can’t quite put your finger on. “We’ve been colleagues for some time and we get along pretty well. I think it’d be great if we’d go together, of course if you want to.” You get kind of a professional vibe from him knowing, he doesn’t mean it in a way as it sounds like. That’s why you know your answer without thinking about it too much.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go together.” You smile at him not seeing the Seokjin’s locked jaw grabbing the sink tightly — turning his knuckles white.

After that Minho leaves, leaving only you and Seokjin alone in your apartment. He leaves to his room, probably eating his late lunch. It’s weird because he usually eats in the kitchen. You don’t think too much about it minding your own business. You’re humming familiar tune when he walks back into the kitchen. You glance at him before continuing with cleaning the kitchen table. “I thought you’d come home late at night,” You hum not seeing the glare he gave you from behind you.

“What, did I interrupt something?” He asks bitterly making you stop and turn to look at him. The look of confusion crosses your mind before you narrow your eyes at him.

“Watch your tone, I’m older than you.” You scold him with the shake of your head. “And what that’s supposed to mean?” You don’t see the fire in his eyes when he watches you. He’s so damn annoyed and he doesn’t know if he’s more annoyed with you, Minho or himself. He never liked when someone was taking what’s his. And now — Minho seemed like a threat.

“So, are you going on date?” He asks carelessly but you know better. The bitter tone in his voice and the way he glares at you — he’s jealous. You turn around to look at him just for him to glaring at you shamelessly. The fire in his eyes and the way his jaw is locked in its place confirms that for you. Snort leaving your lips before you start laughing at him. He looks at you dumbfounded trying to figure out why the hell are you laughing.

“Are you jealous?” You breathe out a laugh before shaking your head while laughing. This is insane. He got this all wrong and the way he tries to look intimidating makes it all more fun. “It’s not like that, trust me.” You add when you don’t hear any response. He wants to ask you ‘and how it is then?’ but he stops himself. He has no right to act like this. But you both agreed on something — if one of you finds someone else in their lives, you stop this immediately.

“Don’t forget what we agreed on,” He speaks, his voice low and slow so he makes sure you hear his every word clearly. You stop wiping the table when you can feel his chest touching your back. He moves the hair out of your neck, lightly kissing the skin there. “If one of us starts to date, we stop this.” You know exactly what he talks about. You were the one who put this rule on the list amongst the others. But you don’t want to start to date, although Seokjin asks why every night. Why such a beautiful woman isn’t dating? Why aren’t you married with a ring on your finger even? He doesn’t get it. You’re not just beautiful, but way more than that. You’re smart, hardworking and funny woman. Having all these qualities is like a win for anyone. Doesn’t men see you as that?

“I know,” You breathe out, the goosebumps appearing on your skin where he touched you. He wants to smirk at that — he loves how you react to your touch. “It’s just a company event.” You explain and he hums into your skin before pulling off. You want to pout in disappointment but you quickly compose yourself. You should think about your plan, but this seems way harder than you thought.

“Why didn’t you invite me then?” He asks looking deadly in your eyes. But you let out a laugh. He raises his brow in confusion.

“You? What would a college boy do there? It’s not a place for you, Seokjin.” You chuckle at him turning around to lean onto the table. He growls and you’re not kidding. The low growl coming from his plump lips while his eyes darkens.

“I hate when you look down on me, Y/N.” He says sternly. The fact that he said your name makes your heart skip a beat. He usually calls you with some dumb pet names which you secretly love — or he simply calls you ‘Noona’ just to spite you. He barely calls you by your name which means he’s either very pissed or serious. In this case it looks like it’s both. “I’m not a kid.” He’s never usually this serious about something so little. He’s always cracking jokes with you and this... is completely different. The only time he’s damn serious is when you both have sex. His whole dominant persona making its way out. And you just stare at him. You blink couple of times but he waits for your response. You lick your lips and he follows the movement with his eyes.

“I’m not looking down on you,” You speak softly. You didn’t mean to offend him. It’s just not a place for him to be in the room full of older people having work related conversations. And why would he go with you in the first place? It’s weird. “I just don’t think it’s a place for you. Go to party, have fun or something.” You mutter looking his eyes flash with something but you can’t figure out what it is. He licks his plump lips which curves into smirk but it doesn’t look real. And you’re right — he looks at you again with darkened eyes almost like he’s pissed at you.

“Okay, then go with Minho. I’m sure you’ll have much more fun with him than with me. Although, I’m sure he can’t fuck you like I can, but go on.” He says with offended tone and you open your mouth in surprise. Well, you definitely wasn’t expecting this to happen. This was completely unnecessary.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You exclaim looking at his dumbfounded. “Do you think he plans to fuck me?” You laugh at that thought, but Seokjin remains serious. You stop laughing. “Wait– are you serious? Do you honestly think that? Come on, it’s not like that. Plus I don’t want to fuck him.” You explain but it seems like he needs much more persuading. You slowly walk up to him, hands on his buffed chest. Feeling the amazing scent of his is making your head spin. Here goes your plan.

You start caressing his chest while looking at him deeply in the eyes. “You know why?” You ask pecking his lips but he’s only standing there. “Because I want to fuck you only.” You whisper close to his ear and you can feel his body froze. You smirk at that, finger tracing his chest but his sudden hold of your hand stops you. He grips your hand pushing it away from him.

“Do you think this is funny? Don’t forget I can make you shut up in seconds.” He smirks at that. And there he is — back with his dominance. But he doesn’t know your plan. He’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. You just didn’t think inviting Minho over would spite him that much. But good for you.

You bit your lip looking up at Seokjin through your lashes. “Have I been bad?” You whisper not breaking any eye contact with him. He opens his mouth just to close it taken aback with your sudden confidence. He can see it in your eyes. The lust in your beautiful eyes and that’s all he needs for him to look at you just the same. He licks his already juicy lips and you want nothing more than to taste them. It’s been too long since you’ve taste them. One of the unspoken rules was no kissing besides sex. None of you said it loudly but you always did it that way. It became unspoken rule you both agreed on without even talking directly about it.

“So bad,” He whispers tucking a finger under your chin. He lowers his head getting closer to you and you’re anticipating his touch. The touch of the most beautiful lips you’ve ever seen and tasted. He’s too good and bad for you at the same time. He’s like an addiction. He’s suppose to be partying but here he is. With you in his arms ready to let him take you. But that’s not the plan. He closes the distance between your lips, low moan coming from the back of your throat. He grips your hips pulling you closer, this time pushing his tongue into your mouth not caring if you’ve been expecting it or not. You don’t mind, obviously, simply letting his tongue roaming in your mouth. He pulls away leaning his forehead against yours breathing heavily. “I should show you how to behave.” He grips your hips harder gently rubbing his crotch into yours. You suck in breath when you feel his hardening cock on your lower stomach. God, don’t let him fool you! Your conscience yells at you and you open your eyes not realizing when you’ve closed them in the first place.

You pull away, your hand on his abdomen wanting nothing more than to pull out his cock and suck on it. But you’ve a plan. “Or I can show you how much sorry I am,” You suggested praying this would work. Your fingers grazed over his crotch feeling how hard it already is. You don’t wait for him response — too scared he’d back out from your plan. You kiss him hard cupping his covered crotch while he gasps into your mouth. “Let me show you, sir.” You tell him that one word you always refused to say out loud to him — or you said it while he forced you by denying your orgasm. You loved his teasing and dominating side of him. But it was time to change it and show him, just like dominant you can be. He always mocked you during sex for your obedience but boy, a surprise is waiting for him. You want to wipe that smirk off his face while you’ll be the one with upper hand.

He sucks in breath thinking about it and he can’t help it. His cock twitches in his pants just from thinking about you taking care of him. “Then show me.” He says, the material of his boxers and pants holding his length in place. It wants to get out of the clothes wanting to feel you. You hold back a smirk taking his hand to your bedroom. He doesn’t question it since you’ve had sex everywhere in this apartment. You don’t bother to close the door since no one else is in here, gently taking him to your bed.

“Lay down,” You demand him and you see the arch of his brow saying ‘I think the fuck not’. “Please.” You add with pleading smile and he rolls his eyes before laying down. What a brat! You smirk getting on the bed with him, riding your skirt up so you can straddle him. He grabs your hips almost immediately massaging the skin there, eyes looking at the exposed thighs. He can see the black thong covering your heat already reaching for it but you stop him. “Let me take care of you, please.” You say sweetly and he drops his hands but you can see he doesn’t like it. The way his eyebrows narrow while he looks up at the ceiling.

You reach out for his nude T-shirt which is hugging his torso perfectly, but you’d rather see his skin naked. He gets the signal taking his shirt off. You almost drool at the sight in front of you. His tan skin looking so soft and smooth. You attach your lips to his neck, lightly sucking his skin there. His hands again on your waist moving to your exposed thighs gripping them hard. You moan into his neck embarrassed how quick of a reaction he just got. You know he’s smirking now — you just know it, you don’t even have to look at him to make sure. He’s proud whenever he gets some reaction from you. You move your lips to one of his nipples glazing your tongue around him. You can hear him moan before he quickly coughs masking it. You smirk in triumph acting like you didn’t hear it. You suck on it harshly just the way he always does it before moving to the other one, doing the same thing. He squirms in his spot sitting up. You frown not liking that he did that. You harshly put him back. It was easy since he wasn’t prepared for that, this time he’s the one who frowns not liking the way you handled him. “Let me finish, please.” You plead kissing him quickly before moving to his pants. You slide on his legs sitting near his ankles. You reach out for his belt quickly undoing it. He lifts up his hips helping you out with taking his pants off leaving him in his boxers. The way his length is hard under the thin material looks painful and you can only imagine how it looks right now. But you wait. You sit on his lap and he disapprovingly growls. He thought you’d pull him out of his boxers but you didn’t. And he doesn’t like that. You quickly caress his chest softly. “Let me take off this.” You say reaching for your blouse. You undo two buttons taking it off. He licks his lips at the sight — your breasts covered in that god damn black bralette he loves so much. He can see your nipples through the thin material and you can feel him twitch in his boxers.

“Let me taste you,” He says looking at you with heated eyes filled with lust and fire. This is too slow for him. You think about it not sure what you should do. “Sit on my face, Noona.”

Fuck. And just like that you’re quickly scrambling to his face. You grip your bed frame still not entirely sitting on him. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t you suffocate? I’m really heavy.” You say unsurely looking at him. You need him to stay laid down so you can continue with your plan. But you don’t want to suffocate him in the process of it. He smacks your thighs and you jerk your hips up not ready for it. You look down at him — he looks mesmerizingly beautiful. His dark fringe scattered on his forehead and the little spark in his eyes while he watches you intensely. He’s too beautiful for you.

“Sit on my face, Noona.” He demands with soft voice. He tucks his fingers around your thong pulling it to the side. “Now.” He growls and just like that you sit on his face. His juicy lips meeting your completely wet heat. He moans into you and you grip the bed frame tightly feeling yourself clenching. He slowly licks your whole heat holding you by your thighs securing you. He sucks on your clit making your head fall back.

“Jin,” You moan out loud not caring about your neighbors. They probably got used to it after all this time. He holds you up for a few seconds catching his breath before diving back in, but this time inserting his tongue into your tight hole. “Oh, fuck!” You almost scream feeling his muscle moving in and out of you slowly. The plan, Y/N! You open your eyes to look down at him — not seeing his face properly. You hastily reach out under your pillow taking the hidden ties out. The silk ties in baby pink shade he uses on you. You grind into his face hearing him moan. It’s too hard to focus when he’s eating you out. And he does great job at it when he trusts harder making you jerk almost making the ties to fall down from your hands. You can feel your orgasm approaching and it’s your time. He can feel it too — the way you clench around his muscle, his nose burrowed on your clit making the pleasure much more better. “Fuck, I’m close.” You moan out and you can feel him pulling out his tongue, quickly flicking your clit with it. He grabs your ass while you hold yourself onto the bed frame. This is your time. Just as you feel yourself letting go you quickly grab his one hand to the bed frame, tying his wrist with the tie harshly hearing him groan into you. He tries to swallow all of your cum spilling into his mouth. You do exactly the same thing with the other wrist before pulling away from him. He opens his eyes, his lips glistening from your cum making you bit your lip. The sight is magnificent. He tugs his hands the look of confusion in his eyes.

“What the fuck?” He mumbles looking up at what’s holding him in place. His eyes widen when he sees the familiar pink shade tie on both of his wrists holding him. The pink ties he bought especially for you — for him to use it on you. He looks at you with a killing gaze. “What the fuck, Y/N?” He asks narrowing his eyes at you. He’s looking too scary and you almost want to untie him. Almost.

You smile innocently at him. “I told you I’d show you.” That’s the only thing you say to him and he frowns even more. He licks his lips and your cum along with it.

“Come on, this is ridiculous. Untie me,” He laughs thinking this is a joke. Surprise boy, it isn’t. You ignore him sitting on his thighs groping his bulge. “Y/N.” He says harsher this time. Make it sound like a warning. But you don’t care. You lean licking the fabric of his boxers exactly where his cock is. He groans shutting his eyes. He’s so hard. “What are you doing?” He asks through his groan when you do it again. You take off your skirt throwing it somewhere in the room — not really caring right now. You reach for your bralette biting into your lip while looking at him. He watches you intensely.

“Should I take this off?” You hum tracing your fingers around the straps. “Or should I leave it on?” You ask before looking at him. He watches you curiously with widened eyes. “Okay, I’ll leave it on.”

“Take it off.” He demands right after.

“Say please,” You’re the one demanding now. He chuckles at you finding you amusing and you don’t like that. You reach behind you for his cock, gripping it hard. “Say it or I’m leaving it on and you won’t see my tits.” You say warningly.

His eyes widen at your tone. But he doesn’t say it so you grab his cock again. “Please,” He says quick but quietly. “Please what?” You grits out and he rolls his eyes. “Please take it off.” He grumbles and you smirk in satisfaction. You take off your bralette letting your breasts free. The nipples already hardened and he bites his lips at the sight. He tugs his hands wanting nothing more than to reach and touch you, but he growls when the material doesn’t allow him to. You chuckle tracing a finger on his face. He flinches annoyingly. “You’ll regret this so bad.” He barks at you but you just laugh.

“Shut. Up.” You say through gritted teeth. You play with the hem of his boxers before tugging them down on his thighs. His length springs free and you swallow the drools which were about to spill out. His head red wanting nothing more than your touch. The velvety skin looking more than delicious and you clench around nothing. This is weird to say — but it’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. He can feel your wetness on his thighs making him twitch. You see his ears getting red — something that happens when he’s embarrassed. You moisturize your lips with your tongue, dipping your head onto his length. He jerks little bit at the touch of your lips, heavy breath leaving his beautiful lips. You take his entire length down your throat feeling it in the back of your throat. He groans restraining against the fabric around his wrist. The whole bed frame wiggles and you pull back to let out a laugh. If a look could kill, you’d be dead by now considering Seokjin’s daggers throwing at you. You continue — taking his length back into your mouth. He moans when he feels the warmth and wetness of your mouth closing around him. You lick a long string from his balls to the head making him arch his back — wanting to trust into your mouth but you’re too quick. You start bobbing your head up and down fasting up your pace. He breathes heavily and it makes you hot — your cheeks flushed red feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. His muscles on his thighs and stomach tightens and you know he’s close. You pull away from him wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Just what are you trying to do?” He asks voice filled with complete annoyance and anger. He looks like he can burst from the anger. His cock standing tall leaning onto his stomach. It’s glistening with your saliva and you hold yourself not to go for another taste again. “Untie me.” He demands once again and you frown. You slap his cock and he yelps in response while buckling his hips up.

“Be nice, boy.” You snort smirking his way. He doesn’t say a word but it’s like you can read his mind. He looks at you the way he never looked at you — damn he’s pissed. But it’s turning you on even more. You pull your thong to the side before sitting on his cock directly. You start to rub your entrance against it making the both of you moan. “What do you want, Seokjin?” You ask not stopping with your movements.

He looks up at you — his eyes looking black now. “Do you want me to beg?” He chuckles obviously amused by the idea. You lift yourself up putting the head of his cock at your entrance. He looks down at it, his cock touching the wetness between his legs. He holds himself not to thrust up. He wants to feel you tight around him and fuck you to oblivious, but he can’t when you tied him up.

“Beg, or else I’ll stop this.” You command arching a brow at him, letting him know you’re not joking. He just laughs at you and that’s when you decide you’ve had enough. You stand up, leaving him laying on your bed. His mouth opens while he looks up at you confused.

“Noona?” He asks but you ignore him. Simply reaching for your bralette which is thrown on the floor. “Come on, come back.” He says with breathless laugh but it’s still not enough. You turn around to him facing with your back reaching for your blouse. “Come on, this is ridiculous. Come back and let’s fuck.” He says this time sounding more desperate. You smirk but he doesn’t see it.

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” You hum, giggling to yourself when you hear him groan.

“Come back, please.” He says softly and you turn around. He pouts his lips and you do everything in your power not to jump right back on him. “Please.” He adds one more time and you listen. You throw the clothes in your hands back on the floor. You slowly take off your thong while he watches the way it slides down your legs and to the floor. He gulps at the sight. You’re so damn fucking hot and it’s killing him. You’re killing him.

“Since you’ve said it so nicely,” You murmur sitting back on him. Lifting yourself up you put his glistening head inside of you. The stretch is amazing and you both moan loudly. “Fuck,” You moan out when he buckles his hips up, bed frame shaking while he tugs harshly against the ties but it’s no help. You tied it really well. “What do you want, baby?” You ask and he’s ready to snort at you, but you lift yourself up — his cock falling off of you.

“Noona, come on. Don’t make me beg.” He chuckles but he sees you looking at him seriously and that’s when his smile disappears.

“Beg or else I’m leaving.” You speak sternly holding yourself up against his thighs with your hands.

He bites his lips thinking about it. You slowly slide onto his cock and you both groan. The stretch is painfully pleasing since you haven’t had him in you for a few days. Your velvety walls makes him groan and throwing his head back. But you only gave him a taste, quickly sliding off of him which wasn’t really easy when you finally felt him fully. You raise your brow at him and he groans.

“Please, I need to feel you.” He speaks looking straight at you. It’s not enough and he knows it. The way he makes you beg... it’s nothing against what he says now. He knows what you’re trying to do. He figured the second you tied him down and he saw the playful smirk on your lips. The mischievousness in your eyes told him everything. He told himself he wouldn’t beg. Nothing could convince him to beg for something because he’s Kim Seokjin who doesn’t beg. But the way you’re sitting on him completely naked, revealing your soft and naked skin while you’re looking at him with those not so innocent eyes full of mischievousness... he’d do anything to bury himself in you. “I need to bury myself in you and feel your warmth, please Noona.” He begs while pouting his big lips at you. “Fuck yourself on me, use me, Noona.” He continues and you almost whine at him. You want nothing more than to do that but you can’t show him any weakness.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” You snap at him trying to look intimidating and you think you do — but your eyebrows are scrunched and your lips does this cute little pouty thing. Seokjin tries to keep his expressionless face as much as he can, even though he finds you adorable. He bites his lips not to smile at you while you’re looking at him this cutely. You do this while being naked and it makes it all much more fun.

“I’m sorry, Noona. Can you please fuck me? Please I need to feel your pussy wrapped around me... I love it so much. Please, Noona.” You hate when he calls you that, but you secretly love it. He looks at you with big eyes while pouting at you. He sounds desperate and he begs you — he does the exact thing you wanted him to do. So you lower yourself into him throwing you head back. “Fuck, just like that.” He breathes out when you steady yourself with hands on his chest. You lift yourself just to drop yourself right back continuing doing that while fastening up your pace. You do exactly what he wanted — you fuck yourself on him. You use him just like he told you to and it couldn’t feel better. He’s hitting your walls roughly, the sound of your ass meeting his thighs echoing throughout the room. The sounds making you turned on even more and you catch yourself whining on his cock. You look up at him seeing him smirking at you and you grit your teeth. Fucking Kim Seokjin. You’re thinking about stopping but it feels too good. You continue reaching your own climax with bouncing on his cock. Your thighs shake a little bit and you let out the orgasm control you. Mouth wide open while big moan leaves past your lips and you clench around Seokjin. He groans at the feeling of you clenching so hard around him but it’s not enough. He doesn’t cum and you sit next to him. Your expression is pure fucked out, even the ponytail isn’t holding up anymore. You’re trying to catch your breath.

“Noona?” Soft voice coming from Seokjin and you look at him. Your eyes glance at his cock laid on his stomach fully hard. “I need you,” He says quietly. “Can you go for another round?”

You chuckle at this shaking your head. “I don’t think I can.” You tease him. He pouts looking sad while looks up at the ceiling. You almost feel bad for him.

“Can you at least give me a blowjob? Please I need to cum, it hurts.” This tone he’s using — he’s never used it before. He looks and sounds fragile. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking about what to do next. This didn’t go as planned — well, you did cum but Seokjin didn’t. He always made sure you’ve cum even though he denied it countless times. You kind of thought he’d cum with you and that’s it. But this son of a bitch needs more.

You sigh already scooting to his lap. “Okay.” You whisper reaching for his hard cock. You kiss the tip but he suddenly hisses.

“Ouch!” You stop immediately looking up at him. His face is scrunched in painful way and your heart skips a beat. “What’s wrong?” You ask him quickly.

“My wrist, it’s hurting so much. I don’t think enough blood is flooding there,” He hisses once again looking very uncomfortable. “Ow, fuck! Untie me!” He screams suddenly and you can feel the big bulge in your throat. You quickly reach for his wrist having trouble untying it but you do it in the end. His wrist is little bit red from all the tugging but other than that it looks fine.

“But it—“ Your voice is cut off when you look up at Seokjin. His eyes darkened and no sign of hurting on his face. He fooled you. He smirks massaging his wrist for a moment before sitting up.

“What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” He asks darkly, swapping your bodies. Your back hits the soft bed and you feel your heart in your throat. You gulp seeing him looking down on you like you’re his prey. “You made me beg, Noona. That wasn’t nice.” He says suddenly — harshly turning you around and pulling your ass in the air. The harsh slap echoes throughout the room and you gasp into the pillows which smells like him. “You think this was funny?” He asks but he doesn’t really care for your answer. He knows you’ve enjoyed it. The way you made him beg looking pathetic. “Now let me use you as well.” He says through gritted teeth entering you in one go. You gasp from the overstimulation thrashing your hands trying to reach for him but he grabs your wrist and holds it against your lower back. He starts thrusting in and out, his balls hitting your clit and it starts to feel amazing. Your cum makes him slip inside and out easily, the sound of your wetness can be heard.

“Seokjin...” You breathe out and gasp when feeling another slap on your ass. He watches your ass wiggling after his slap, the red mark decorating your skin.

“Oh, I am Seokjin now? Wasn’t I just a boy?” He asks bitterly slamming himself harder into you and you yelp. It feels too good. “Why are you so quiet, hm? Nobody could fuck you like I can, right?” He asks while thrusting into you. You hear him but the pleasure is too much and you only gasp for air. “Right?!” He shouts slamming himself once again and your jerk forward but he quickly catches you. You won’t be able to walk after this, that’s for sure.

“Yes, yes!” You scream back but that’s not enough for him. “Yes, what?!” You know exactly what he wants to hear. “Nobody can fuck me like you can!” You say through your moans feeling yourself cumming. Well, that was fast. But he keeps thrusting into you chasing his own high. He stops abruptly spilling himself into you painting your walls white with him cum. He pulls out slapping his cock against your ass, staining it with his cum. He lets go of your hands and you quickly grab the sheets trying to catch a breath. He watches his cum spilling out of you and he enjoys the sight. He lays down while you turn around — he pulls you to his side giving your forehead a quick peck.

“Did you honestly think you can dominate me?” He chuckles after the both of you catch your breath. He caresses your naked shoulder with his finger while his arm is around your frame. You both lay there naked but both of you don’t care about that. Enjoying each other’s presence.

“Well, I made you beg so I think I kind of did it.” You laugh looking up at him seeing him already staring at you.

He narrows his eyes at you glaring at you. “Don’t tempt me, Noona.” He says seriously but smiles at you right after.

“Don’t call me that.” You grumble and he chuckles kissing you into your hair.

“I know you love it when I call you that.” He smiles into your hair and you bit your lip to prevent it from kissing. “Whatever.” You grumble in response not admitting it to him but he knows. He already knows you really well. Maybe even more than just a roommate should. It seems like you’re laying there for a while and you’re sure Seokjin is falling asleep. The acting major tiring him every day but it seems like he’s good at it since he fooled you with his acting. You still can’t believe you fell for his act.

“Jin?” You ask softly and you swear you could feel him smile into your hair. The soft breaths leaving his lips while he hums letting you know he’s listening to you. Jin — you don’t call him that often. Usually it’s Seokjin or boy and it irritates him. “You can go with me on that event, if you want.” You said quietly and embarrassed because you were so against it and now you’re inviting him. He always gets what he wants.

“What about your colleague?” He asks, purposely not saying his name. His tone sounds annoyed at the thought of Minho coming with you.

“I’ll just tell him I already have someone to come with me.” You’d probably feel awkward trying to explain that to him but you don’t mind. The thought of Jin going with you seemed more than okay now. He can make you enjoy your evening even if it’s with boring employees and different CEOs talking about work related stuff.

“Oh, okay. I didn’t know...” He trails off and you arch your brow. “You didn’t know what?” You ask confusingly.

“I didn’t know all it takes is for me to fuck your brains out but okay, I’m not mad.” He jokes and you slap his naked shoulder. You sit up scooting away from him. “You’re an idiot.” You murmur and avoid his touch when he reaches out for you.

“Oh, come on. Come back.” He reaches for you once more and you slap his hand away while shaking your head. “No, I’ve to take a shower. I’m all sticky.” You scrunch your nose in disgust but he pulls you to him holding you tightly. Your breasts pressing to his chest and you feel his soft length between your legs.

“We’ll go together, let’s just stay like this for a while.” He mumbles into your hair not letting go off you and in fact — you don’t even want to.

#bts #kim seokjin #bts smut #방탄소년단 #bts au #kim seokjin x reader #jin scenario #jin x reader #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts scenario #bts oneshot #fluff #smut

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birlcholtz · 5 years ago

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25 - 50 - 80 for the angst/fluff ask. Ship of your choice. ^_^

25. Karma is a bitch.

50. It’s not safe here.

80. You have no idea.

Prompts from this post!

i had no idea if you meant these separately or together, so here’s 2k of a charmer… kind of monster hunter kind of ghostbusters au! they fight things and cait has a truck that’s the vision here. and here it is on ao3!

Caitlin has seen a lot of weird things. She kind of gets paid to go around looking for weird things and, well, stabbing them, frequently. (She tries to communicate first, but… usually, if communication is possible, the sixteen-year-olds who make supernatural creatures angry in the first place can manage the situation themselves.)

But this is the first time that someone else has beaten her to the site where the last interaction took place. This time, it’s an empty lot, mostly weeds and dead wildflowers, bordered by trees on every side except the side with the road.

The teary, fear-quickened voice on the other end of her work phone had said that the thing, whatever it was, had six legs. So Caitlin is pretty sure that a person in black jeans and a teal sweatshirt is some sort of bystander, stumbling into something they are not equipped to handle.

“Stop!” she calls out, just loud enough that she can be sure the person hears her. They stop walking, and she can see their back stiffen just before they turn towards the source of the noise, but she’s already running towards them. If the thing comes out, this person will be a lot safer next to Caitlin than far away from her. “It’s not safe here,” she adds once she’s within a few feet.

The person gives her a small smile and says, “Oh, you have no idea.”

Okay. Fuck. That’s ominous.

At least they don’t immediately grow four more legs and attack her, which dismisses her immediate thought of shapeshifter, but Caitlin braces and puts her hands on her weapons— coiled rope on one hip, knife on the other, gun under her jacket but let’s hope that’s not necessary, and says, “Tell me what you know.”

“It’s a giant venomous tarantula. I haven’t seen it myself, though.” They shrug, hands still in the front pocket of their hoodie, which Caitlin can now see has a San Jose Sharks logo on the front. “Sorry!”

“So are you going to help me deal with it, or am I doing this by myself?” she asks. Which might be rude, but they’ve got bigger problems.

The person blinks, and then lets a bigger, close-mouthed smile spread across their face. “You’re going to help? ‘Swawesome! I brought these.” They pull their hands out of their pockets, revealing a knife between each finger like Wolverine or some shit. They’re an interesting color, not silver or gray or anything, dark and viciously sharp-looking. “So what’s your name?”

Caitlin sizes up the knives again, and then says, “Are you fae?”

“Nope! I just don’t know many people outside my house. Are you a monster fighter?”

“Yes,” she answers slowly, and decides not to reveal any more personal information until she’s figured out who the hell this person is.

“That’s cool,” they say cheerfully, and Caitlin notices dark hair, mostly hidden under the hood of their sweatshirt. “I’m learning how to do that. Usually I’m supposed to have an escort for the first five years so nothing bad happens but my team decided to send me out here while they work on something over in Worcester, I’m not sure what? Anyway. I’m glad you’re here too though! To be honest, I was a little nervous about doing this by myself, but you know.” Another shrug.

Caitlin most definitely does not know whatever this person is referring to, but she keeps that to herself. “Do you have any idea where the tarantula is right now?”

“Probably the trees. I wouldn’t be in the open right now if it was me, it got a pretty bad scare! Not as bad as those kids did, though, I guess.” And the person giggles. “Oh, well.”

This is definitely weird, and Caitlin has decided not to rule out any possibilities on why, exactly, this person is here right now and how they seem to know so much about what’s going on. Better to probe for information. “How did it get scared?”

“Well, they’re burrowers, you know? Someone just took a stick and— get ready! Try not to hurt it!”

And with that, the person springs forward what has to be at least six feet in the blink of an eye, settling into a crouch, knives in hand, almost before Caitlin sees the first pair of legs emerge from the trees, followed by the second, and then the third.

The tarantula is, indeed, giant. It’s brown, and furry, and has lots of eyes, and overall looks kind of like every other tarantula Caitlin has ever seen in pictures and terrariums, except tall enough to make solid eye contact with her shoulder. And Caitlin is tall.

She grabs her rope. It’s already set up to be a lasso, which is probably ideal in this situation. At least, if the whole ‘try not to hurt it’ thing is actually a good idea.

The tarantula approaches, and Caitlin wishes they were somewhere with streetlights, but all she has to go off of are the stars, sparse in a sky artificially brightened from light pollution, and the waxing moon overhead. It’s enough to see by, barely. The tarantula doesn’t actually seem super interested in attacking them, which is a good sign, but it’s also coming directly at them, which is a bad one.

She readies her lasso, but it’s still well outside of lassoing distance when it stops and starts doing something.

“Burrowing,” the person still crouched about six feet away whispers. “It probably just wants its home back!”

That does actually look like what’s going on. Caitlin can see the tarantula digging, even pushing some of the dirt farther away from what must be a decently sized hole. But she doesn’t dare move.

They wait there for at least twenty minutes. Caitlin’s abs hurt from how hard she’s clenching them to stay still, and she cannot believe this person is still maintaining a crouch. They haven’t moved at all from what she can see, and she was so proud of herself for managing a five-minute wall sit yesterday, too.

Finally, the tarantula stops digging. It starts walking again, and Caitlin tenses even more, but it just walks in a circle around where its hole must be (she can’t see exactly, because the weeds are tall enough to block her vision), and then it must crawl in, because all of a sudden it’s vanished.

The other person stands up immediately and says, “Woohoo!”

“Uh, what?”

They’re already putting the knives back in their sweatshirt pocket (which does not seem like a good place for them, but whatever). “Okay, so I didn’t hear everything that happened earlier, but I’m pretty sure someone like, poked its burrow and ruined it. And it got really, really big to retaliate— I bet if the people hadn’t gotten away so fast, it would have tried to destroy some houses or something. But it’s got its home back, so it’s back to normal size. I’m Chris, by the way!” They stick out their newly knife-free hand. “I’m from a monster hunting team outside Boston. Who are you?”

“Uh, I’m Caitlin,” she says, and shakes their hand. “I’m a loner.”

“Oh, that’s too bad! Unless you prefer it that way, then I guess it’s better? I really like being around other people, though, so it would be worse for me. The other guys on my team— we’re not all guys! Just, like, I am, and a bunch of other people are, but not all of us, don’t worry, we’re not like some weird misogynistic monster fighting group or anything— anyway, some of the other guys on my team have worked together forever and they bought a really big house a few years back so they could all live together! And once I joined I moved in too and it’s been great, I’ve never had so many roommates! But um. Anyway. How’d you hear about the tarantula?”

She shrugs. “Someone called me. Probably one of the people who was there when it happened, but I have no idea. I usually don’t bother to find out, because I’ve got a private patron anyway, so I don’t need to get paid for each job.”

“Oh, us too!” Chris says. “Does yours have a really weird name too?”

“Mine calls himself Fry Guy?”

His jaw drops, just for a moment, but Caitlin notices the glint of white teeth before he closes his mouth again. “That’s what ours calls himself too! I bet it’s the same person. You should totally come join our team, then! Wait, but you’re a human, aren’t you? Never mind.”

“I’m half banshee,” Caitlin says.

Chris beams and reveals a full set of fangs. “Great! I’m a vampire!” That explains the leg muscles. And the speed. And Caitlin is guessing he heard whatever happened with the tarantula— she hasn’t met any vampires, but people have told her their senses are very good. “I just got turned, like, two years ago, though. We were fighting this demon and it was the backup goalie from my high school hockey team, and we didn’t know that but he totally had it out for me, because I was goalie too and he was a senior when I was a sophomore and I guess he was mad because he didn’t get as much ice time because of me and then he didn’t get scouted or anything, and I definitely would have died so my friend Justin had to turn me, like, right then. Um, and then the demon guy kind of burned himself up because he wasn’t supposed to use that much power at once?” He frowns. “I think he might have been a warlock, actually. But he wasn’t very good at hockey.”

“Karma is a bitch,” Caitlin offers, because that whole speech was a lot and that’s about the only thing she can muster.

Chris (Chris? For a vampire?) says, “I think the real problem with karma is that usually people don’t live long enough for it to come around again.”

“That sounds really jaded for someone who says they’re a new vampire.”

He shrugs, smile back in place, although Caitlin notices it’s just a little crooked— she can see his fangs on his left side a little more than the ones on his right. It’s surprisingly endearing. “April says I’m learning to fit in with the team really well!”

They wait in the empty lot for a few more minutes, just to make sure the tarantula doesn’t get back to giant size, and then Chris graciously accepts a ride in Caitlin’s truck back to his house. He’d run to the lot, apparently.

“You really should consider joining our team, you know,” Chris says once Caitlin’s started the truck. “We have enough different people that we can choose who we send to deal with different things. And also we have collective bargaining power.”

“It sounds great,” Caitlin admits. “I’ve been working by myself the whole time. It gets kind of lonely.”

“Well, we don’t take humans at all, so you’ll need proof that you’re part banshee, but you’re super qualified! And I’ll vouch for you.” He smiles at her from the passenger seat, and Caitlin wonders how a creature of the night can smile so earnestly that it lights up his whole face.

She drops him off at a huge colonial-style house with a long driveway, and he puts his phone number and the landline for that house in her phone, and Caitlin watches him leap up to a second story balcony and casually step inside and wonders if this time next year, she might be able to call this place home.

She drives off, remembering Chris’s last smile from over his shoulder, and she smiles too.

#my stuff #randomnoteforfuturereference #fic #charmer #omgcp #quarantime

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ayellowcurtain · 5 years ago

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can you do a lukes mob au 🤡 lucas is payment to kes mob for his dad’s debt and kes enjoys his prizes // Can you write something with kes and lucas please? // Spare us some Lukes?

Winter has never been so cold. It has been snowing for almost two days now. There’s nobody outside, no cars driving through the streets, there are no bikes parked outside the houses. Kes is starting to lose his mind, stuck inside the house for another day.

His birthday is tomorrow and there’s nothing going on. He was planning to throw a huge, mind-blowing, over the top party, inviting the whole city to celebrate with him, but there’s no way it’s still happening. Everyone is stuck inside, not really feeling like facing a snowstorm for a party.

Weirdly, his house is completely silent. It’s a huge house, people can be at the other side of the house and he’s not hearing, but Kes is almost sure he’s alone with the employees. His dad, his uncle and two of his brothers left days ago. Kes didn’t ask where they were going because he knew if he did, his dad would ask him to go with them. And for now, Kes is trying to stay out of the family business.

He’s just happy he can smoke and drink and party and be reckless and never get caught because nobody in this city would have the balls to arrest him. For now, he enjoys the good part, letting the adults deal with the actual mess. He’ll waste half of his life taking care of the business in a few years, so he might as well enjoy the freedom while he can.

His mom and sisters are probably in the kitchen, but Kes doesn’t feel like checking on them. His grandparents are probably in their house, but there’s a huge yard in between the houses so he can’t go there either.

Thankfully, his mini-fridge inside his bedroom suite is full of beers and snacks and sandwiches that one of the chefs probably made and got someone to put inside his fridge for him. So it’s not a big deal. Kes throws himself back in his bed, scrolling through Instagram for probably longer than what’s healthy.

No matter how bad the weather is tomorrow, he’ll do something.

He wakes up to someone annoyingly shaking his leg, the movement getting rougher as he doesn’t fully wake up to answer.

“Fucking hell, what is it?” He opens his eyes to meet his dad, standing there, not looking too happy with his choice of words. Kes’ entire body freezes for a second, apologizing, but his dad ignores it. He suddenly looks in a good mood, stepping away.

“Get up. I have a surprise for you.” Kes doesn’t feel like waking up. He’s still half asleep, still feeling the taste of beer in his tongue. What a lame night, getting drunk on his own, locked inside his bedroom. His dad is still there so he shoves his comforter to the side, getting up to put some clothes on. He knows his dad wasn’t really asking, he doesn’t have a choice but to go to wherever his dad wants him to be.

He can hear all the voices downstairs from the hall, very differently from the eerie thing that was going on last night. All his siblings, his mom, and his uncles are gathered in the main living room, drinking something and talking to a stranger that’s right in the middle of their circle.

They all turn around at once and Kes can really see the only person he wasn’t recognizing. It’s the most angelical creature.

The boy is maybe a few years younger. Taller Skinnier. He’s wearing some comfortable clothes, jeans that are a little too loose for him, a dark green zip-up hoodie with the hood sitting at top of his head, letting Kes notice his light brown curls turning over his hood, framing his pale face, with the bluest eyes and thin, peachy lips that turn into a heart shape as he pouts a little, clearly annoyed to have all this attention on him so early in the day.

“Kes, this is your new friend…” His dad put his hand on Kes’ shoulder and he flinches at the sudden touch.

“Lucas.” The boy answers, not at all enthusiastic about it.

“Lucas!” His dad repeats like he cares, looking from Kes to Lucas. Kes looks at his dad, trying to understand what this is all about. “I brought him to celebrate your big day with you!”

Kes swallows hard, looking at his little sister trying to talk to Lucas, but he’s clearly uncomfortable, giving her very basic answers. He looks at his younger brother, still sitting on the couch, staring at the boy in front of him, obviously knowing Lucas is not a friend, but playing dumb. Kes wishes he could do that too, but he knows a little too much to ignore what Lucas really is.

This is what Kes hates the most about this...job. His dad and all the adults do everything in front of the whole family, letting the kids see as they bring a stranger to their home like he’s an object that could be bought.

What the fuck?

How can someone give such a perfect human being as a payment?

Kes nods his head, smiling to his dad as a thank you, going to say good morning to every member of his family, lastly shaking Lucas’ hand, introducing himself.

Nobody says a word about it, but Lucas follows Kes everywhere, all day long. He’s not the type to talk, but he’s constantly around Kes, carefully watching everything he does.

It’s a long, weird day. Kes constantly forgets that it’s his birthday, but his mom planned something. There are people getting in and out of the house, spreading snow all over the ridiculously expensive rugs his mom put all over their home, bringing tables and chairs inside, moving most of the expensive furniture to the shed at the back of their house, never looking to the sides or talking to anyone except their coworkers.

There’s a fancy family dinner before the not-such-a-surprise party. Everyone is wearing their best clothes, with cute dresses and tuxedos. Kes borrowed some of his clothes for Lucas, it’s a little too short, but it doesn’t look too bad.

Kes was trying to pick what to wear when Lucas took most of his clothes off right there, in the middle of Kes’ room, not at all embarrassed to be on his underwear in front of him. Kes couldn’t help but peek at his perfectly sculptured abs and how he’s so at ease in his own skin.

He didn’t want to take a shower before dinner, he whispered while looking down that he would do that later, before the actual party.

As they ate with the whole family, Kes’ phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in his pocket, probably Jayden, Noah and everyone else excited to party. Kes wasn’t expecting any gifts - other than Lucas - but he did ask for Jayden to bring the best weed he could find, Kes would pay him later.

While the maids take the leftovers to the kitchen and his family gets ready to go to his uncle’s place for the night, Kes takes Lucas back to his bedroom upstairs.

“Hm, I don’t have any spare clothes for now…” Lucas finally says and Kes looks at him, he hadn’t heard him talk in hours. And obviously, Lucas doesn’t have clothes beside the one he was using earlier and he wants to take a shower.

“Shit, of course. You can have some of mine, I have way too many clothes.” Kes turns around to go to his closet, trying to think of clothes that can fit Lucas a little better than the tuxedo. It has been years since Kes cleaned his closet. His mom doesn’t bother him about it anymore, too worried about his sister, the princess of the family.

The last part of his closet is filled with clothes Kes usually forgets he owns so he grabs as many hangers as he can hug, dragging back to his bedroom, leaving everything on his bed.

“You can choose. Whatever you want, it’s yours.” Lucas opens his eyes wide, absently walking closer, gently touching the clothes.

“This is more than my whole wardrobe back home.” He explains as he carefully just looks through everything. Kes smiles, throwing himself on his bed.

“Really? You can have it, all of it.”

As Lucas goes through the clothes, Kes searches through the drawer on the nightstand on his side of the bed. His last joint is hidden in the back, with a lighter.

He sits on the bench his mom put in between the two doors that go to his balcony, lighting his joint, patiently waiting for Lucas.

After almost five minutes, he quietly chooses a white shirt, putting to the side as he grabs black jeans, checking if it matches the shirt. It does, but Kes doesn’t say it, hoping Lucas chooses whatever he wants to wear, not caring if Kes likes it or not.

Once he’s done picking, putting everything else on top of each other, Lucas grabs his brand new clothes and goes to Kes’ bathroom, slowly closing the door, not making a single noise.

Kes checks his phone again, with no new message from Jayden. He enjoys every inhale breathe, filling his brain and lungs, taking the edge off of everything.

Lucas is safe, as long as Kes can keep him out of his dad’s hands and the snow finally gave him a break, letting him enjoy at least the last few hours of his day.

Times passes like in the blink of an eye. Lucas is coming out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt when Kes hears loud noises coming from downstairs. Jayden is screaming his name and Kes laughs, getting up, rushing out of his bedroom to find a completely different house.

The main lights are off, as Kes looks downstairs, everyone he knows is getting inside, bringing a bunch of golden balloons with them, there are waiters walking around, offering everyone drinks, the music starts playing a second later. He looks back to his bedroom, Lucas at the door, the white lights from his bedroom giving him an aura as he tries to fix his damp hair, looking back at Kes.

Happy fucking birthday, Kes.

#skam nl #lucas van der heijden #kes de beus #lucas x kes #lukes

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superfreakerz · 5 years ago

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Cursed

I originally wanted to write this for @nalu-week but I was late lol. Still, I really liked the idea so I'm going to post it now anyways! This is a Fruits Basket crossover, nalu style! The idea was given to me by @princess--alice-xxx :D

"Cursed"

Rated M for sexual themes.

Summary: Fruits Basket crossover AU. Lucy is in for a surprise when she stumbles into Natsu and finds out that he transforms into an animal of the Chinese zodiac.

Cursed

Lucy didn't know much before about her classmate, Natsu Dragneel. She knew that he was friends with her best friend, Levy, that he was a distraction in class, and that there wasn't a day that went by when he wasn't sporting his signature, scaly scarf. She also knew that he was drop dead gorgeous with his unruly tufts of pink hair, his mesmerizing dark orbs, and his mischievous grin that could stop the whole room. Other than that, the boy used to be a mystery to her.

Key word being used to.

Now, she was just stumbling across his greatest secret.

After class had ended, Lucy headed straight for book club, just as she did every Thursday. The girl loved book club more than anything. It allowed her to read new novels she never heard of before, led her to Levy, and even gave her inspiration for stories of her own. It was what she looked forward to every week.

Only this week, fate had more interesting things in store for her that Thursday.

After realizing that she forgot her bag, Lucy rushed back to the classroom, urging Levy to go without her and that she'd catch up. Hastily slipping past lingering students, the girl didn't waste even a second before throwing open the door and rushing inside, only to slam into something warm and firm.

Next thing Lucy knew, there was a puff of smoke and she was falling forward. She fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Ow," the girl mumbled to herself. She sat up, rubbing her forehead. That was sure to leave a mark.

Just as she was about to get up, a muffled sound caught her attention. Glancing around the room, she searched for the source of the noise, only to find that the room was empty save for herself. Still, she could hear the faint voice coming from somewhere nearby.

Shifting to get up, she heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Will you get offa me already!?" a voice shouted, the sound coming from beneath her.

Lucy jumped with a startle, slowly lowering her gaze to her legs, which were folded underneath her. Her heart stopped, the first thing she noticed being red scales. With a scream loud enough to wake all of Fiore, she jumped off of the creature and onto the closest desk.

Not wanting to lose sight of it, she carefully leaned over to find the creature- she still wasn't sure what it was- laying on its back. Its scales were a bright red. Its belly was yellow, a sharp contrast from the rest of it. Once she found the creature's legs, she knew that it wasn't a snake. It must've been some sort of lizard.

Lucy whimpered. Now she was stuck with some strange, possibly venomous lizard. She would call Levy to help her, but unfortunately her phone was in her bag, which was at her desk.

On the opposite side of the room.

The girl watched as the lizard flipped itself over onto its hind legs, standing at about a foot. She may not have been an expert in lizards, but she'd never seen one stand before.

"Oh Mavis," she breathed out, her voice hushed in fear. "Please don't jump, please don't jump, please don't-"

"I'm not gonna jump so calm down, alright?"

Lucy's brows rocketed upwards at the voice. It was familiar, the same voice she heard earlier. She could swear she recognized it from somewhere else.

"H-Hello?" she called out, her eyes trained on the door. Someone must've been outside the classroom or something because there was no way in hell the lizard was talking to her. Nope. No way.

But sure enough…

"Down here," it said.

Lucy felt dizzy as she trailed her gaze back to the lizard, who was now staring at her with what she assumed was an annoyed look. The fall she took must've knocked her out earlier. She was dreaming. That had to be it!

"Uhh, maybe you should get down from there," the lizard said. Judging from its voice, she assumed it was a male.

"What? So you can bite me? No thanks, I'm fine up here," Lucy replied.

"You don't look so good. You're startin' to sway. I think you're about to pass out."

"Even though this is just a dream, I'd still prefer not to get attacked. I'll take my chances."

"I always had a feelin' you were weird, but now I know for sure you are."

Lucy arched a brow. "Wait, what do you mean by always?"

The lizard sighed before using his claws to close the door to the classroom.

"I'd give it about five more seconds," he said.

"Give what five more seconds?"

Suddenly, a puff of smoke surrounded the lizard. A shrill scream bubbled up to Lucy's lips, caught off guard. When the smoke died down, she found that she was in for yet another surprise.

Standing in front of her was none other than her classmate, Natsu Dragneel.

And he was naked.

That was all Lucy needed to send her off the edge. Her lids grew heavy, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she wobbled on shaky legs. She could feel a cold gust of wind hitting her body as she fell forward.

"Oh shit!" she heard Natsu say right before she crashed into a firm surface, hot to the touch.

They fell back onto the floor, Lucy on top of him once again. That same puff of smoke appeared once more, Natsu having turned back into a lizard. He gave a pained yelp, which helped Lucy get out of her hazy daze.

"How many times are you gonna crush me!?" he said, trying to squirm out from beneath the blonde.

Lucy slowly moved off of him. Her mind was working on overdrive, trying to put the pieces together and figure out just what the hell was happening. It had to have been a prank of some sorts. She'd seen many talent shows that featured magicians able to pop up out of nowhere. Perhaps that's what he was doing, replacing himself with a lizard.

Yeah, that made sense.

"My tail!" she heard Natsu shout. He held his tail in his claws. It was bent weirdly, probably from being pressed underneath her. He turned an angry gaze on her. "This is your fault! I told you to get down from there! I knew you were gonna pass out!"

Lucy's face etched with fury at his accusation. "My fault? You're the pervert doing magic tricks and replacing yourself with a lizard!"

"Okay one, I'm not a pervert. That's Gray. Two, I'm not a lizard. I'm a dragon, got it? And three, I'm not a magician. This is just a curse."

"Curse?"

"It's a long story. For now, I need you to stop yelling. Someone's gonna hear you and come in here."

"Good! I don't want to be in the same room as a lying pervert!"

"Oi! Quit callin' me that! I'm not-!"

A puff of smoke appeared yet again, leaving Natsu naked in his human form.

"Okay, I see why you think this would make me a pervert," he said, holding his hands up in surrender to keep the girl from screaming. "But I can explain."

Lucy's eyes went wide, her face set ablaze as she stared at the bare man in front of her. Her gaze moved on its own, glazing over his abs and down to his-

"KYAAA!" she shouted, slapping her hands over her eyes.

Natsu winced at the volume of her voice, quickly slapping his hand over her mouth. Of course, this only freaked her out even more. She screamed against his palm, thrashing around before biting his hand. With a yelp, he pulled his hand back.

"You just bit me!" the boy shouted, glaring at the blonde.

"You deserved it!" Lucy retorted, making sure not to remove her hands from her eyes. "Just put your clothes back on, pervert!"

A vein ticked in Natsu's forehead after being called that again. Muttering incentives to himself, he hastily threw on his clothes. Wrapping his scarf around his neck, he gave a relieved sigh.

"You can look now," he said, watching as Lucy shook her head.

"I'm scared you're going to flash me again."

"I didn't flash you! It wasn't my fault!"

"You really expect me to believe that?"

Natsu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'll explain everything, alright? Just come with me."

Lucy parted her fingers slightly, peeking at the boy to make sure he was really dressed. Only after did she nod.

"Fine. But if you even think of lying to me or flashing me again, I'm going straight to the police!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

Natsu led her to an empty, rundown park. He sat on one of the picnic benches, gesturing for her to take a seat as well. She refused.

"You know, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have followed a boy that just flashed me to an abandoned park," Lucy said.

"It's not like I'm gonna do anything to you," Natsu replied with a shrug. "I just need you to promise you won't tell anyone what you saw today."

"And why the hell should I promise that? What you did was sexual harassment, you know."

"I already told you it was the curse!"

"What curse?"

Natsu groaned. "It's called the curse of Fairy Tail. There are twelve of us. We each represent one of the signs from the Chinese zodiac. Whenever we're hugged by someone of the opposite sex, we turn into our zodiac form. I'm the dragon."

Lucy glared at the boy in front of her. "You really expect me to believe that?"

Losing his patience, Natsu stood up from the bench, moving right in front of her. "Hug me again and find out for yourself."

A blush rose to her cheeks. "N-No way! I don't need to hug you to know that you're lying!"

"Fine, then let's go find Levy."

"Levy-chan?" Lucy asked, arching a brow. "Why do you want to find her."

"She's one of us. Duh."

She would've been annoyed by his 'duh' comment if she wasn't so curious.

"Alright, fine," she said, planting her hands on her hips. "If Levy-chan says you're telling the truth, I'll forgive you for what happened. If not, then I'll beat the hell out of you."

His lips curled into a mischievous grin. "You really think you can?"

"I have a pretty mean kick."

"Now I kinda wanna tell you I'm lying so that I can see just how strong that kick of yours is."

"Keep annoying me and you'll find out."

Making their way back to the school, Lucy popped her head into the room where the book club met up. After gaining Levy's attention, she waved for her to come outside.

Closing the door behind her, Levy arched a brow finding that Natsu was with Lucy. The two never spent time together.

"Where were you, Lu-chan?" Levy asked. "Book club is almost over!"

"We needa talk," Natsu said. "C'mon."

The trio headed back to the classroom. Natsu closed the door behind him and locked it.

"So, I might've messed up," he said, turning to meet Levy's gaze.

"What did you do?" the petite girl asked.

"Lucy found out our secret."

"What?"

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief at Levy's confused expression. Just as she thought, Natsu was lying.

"I knew you were lying! I'm so going to beat the-!"

"How did she find out!?" Levy shouted, cutting the blonde off.

Lucy whipped her head towards the other girl. "Wait, what? You mean he was telling the truth?"

Levy chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, he was. You must be shocked."

"B-But we hug all the time!"

"The curse only works if the hug is from someone of the opposite sex."

Lucy's mouth parted as she leaned against the wall for support.

"No way," she breathed out.

Natsu shrugged, his arms crossed behind his head. "I'm surprised you didn't find out sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you hang out with a bunch of us. I figured someone woulda told you by now."

"What!?"

"He's right," Levy said. "Well, about you hanging out with a bunch of us. Not about us telling you. We aren't dumb."

"Wait, who else is like you guys?" Lucy asked. Her mind was short-circuiting.

"Well, there's Erza, Juvia, Cana, and Mira. All of us are cursed."

"And Gray, Gajeel, and Jellal," Natsu added. "But you don't hang out with them."

"Aren't there supposed to be three more?"

"You wouldn't know them. They're older than us."

Lucy brought her fingers to her temples. She could feel an oncoming headache.

"So you guys really turn into animals when you're hugged by the opposite sex?" Lucy asked, still unable to completely wrap her head around it.

"Yep," Natsu answered nonchalantly. "And you're the only one outside of Fairy Tail who knows our secret!"

Lucy faced Levy. "What zodiac sign are you?"

The other girl pouted. "I'm the rat. Sadly, I'm not one of the cuter animals."

"It makes sense though. Rats are supposed to be intelligent and resourceful. What about everyone else?"

"Erza is the monkey, Juvia is the rabbit, Mira is the goat, and Cana is the horse."

"Gajeel is the ox, Gray is the tiger, and Jellal is the snake," Natsu added.

"And you're the lizard," Lucy teased, stifling her laughter.

He glared at her. "Dragon, okay? I'm a dragon!"

"Pretty small for a dragon."

"That's only because a real-sized dragon would destroy everything!"

"Oh, so you can change your size?"

"Well, no but-"

"You're a lizard."

"Yeah? Well you were pretty scared of this 'lizard' earlier! You shoulda seen yourself! You were screaming at the top of your lungs! You even jumped on a desk! That gave the perfect view to your underwear, you know?"

Lucy blushed in embarrassment, chasing after the cackling boy. She was so going to wring his neck if she ever caught up to him.

"I knew you were a pervert!" she shouted.

"Stop callin' me that!" Natsu shot back.

Levy sighed, rubbing her temple as the other two bickered. "Well, I'm going to go find Erza and tell her about this… development. I'm sure we're in for an earful." Seeing that the other two were too caught up in their argument to hear her, she shrugged before heading out.

"Stop running so I can kick you now!" Lucy demanded.

Natsu laughed, his cheeks starting to hurt with how wide his grin was. "Gotta catch me first! What's wrong, Lucy? Can't catch up to a lizard?"

Getting fed up, Lucy cut him off and tackled him to the floor, triggering his curse. By this point, she was starting to get used to the puff of smoke that accompanied Natsu's change in form. Wrapping her hand around his scaly abdomen, she gave him a smirk.

"Looks like I finally caught you," she teased.

Natsu huffed, a small wisp of fire slipping past his sharp teeth. "Yeah, yeah."

Lucy ran her finger over his scales. "You know, it's kind of cool that you guys change forms."

"Cool? It's called a curse for a reason, Lucy. It sucks. Every time a girl tries to throw themselves at me, I gotta think quick enough to dodge them or else I'm gonna end up on some researcher's desk while he cuts me up and tries to figure out why I change forms."

The girl shrugged. "That's true. But it also brings you guys closer together. Not to mention it makes you special."

Natsu stared up at the blonde, his eyes widening a fraction. "You don't think it's weird?"

"Oh, it's weird alright. But you called me weird too, remember? So I guess I have no room to talk."

The dragon grinned. "You are pretty weird. The weirdest person I know since you're so calm about all of this."

"I wouldn't say calm. I almost fainted earlier."

"Oh yeah. Then I had to catch you and you fell on me. You're pretty heavy, you know that?"

Lucy grabbed his tail with her other hand as she glared at him. "Don't make me rip you in two."

"So violent!"

"Only because you know how to annoy me."

Natsu laughed at her expression. Her cheeks were puffed out in annoyance as she narrowed her eyes at him. He was about to reply when the effect of his curse wore off. His body was engulfed in a puff of smoke as he morphed back to normal. He was left standing bare yet again.

Only this time, a hand rested on his upper thigh.

Lucy's face burned crimson as her gaze was immediately met with a part of Natsu she had never seen before. Swallowing thickly, she tried to force her gaze away. Realizing that her hand was on his upper thigh because of where she was holding him earlier, she tore it away with a squeal.

"I-I didn't mean to touch you there!" she shouted.

Natsu clamped his teeth on his lower lip, trying to stop his body from growing hard. Unfortunately, his attempts were fruitless. It wasn't his fault! There was a beautiful girl on her knees right in front of his groin and her hand was on his thigh for god's sake!

Lucy felt like she was on fire, the pit of her stomach coiling as the area between her thighs throbbed in arousal. She could see his cock growing hard in excitement, and even though she didn't have any experience in this sort of thing, she had heard enough about Cana's sexual endeavors to know what it meant.

"This is the second time I've caught you staring at me, you know," Natsu said, grabbing her attention.

Lucy flailed her arms around, her heart thrashing around her ribcage. She shot up to her feet and turned around in mortification.

"It's not my fault you change back so suddenly!" the girl shouted.

Natsu laughed. He wasn't the kind of person to get embarrassed easily, so he didn't let what just happened bother him too much. Instead, he got dressed.

"I'm dressed now," he said.

Swallowing thickly, Lucy turned to face him. Her eyes immediately dropped to the hem of his pants.

"And that makes a third time," Natsu teased with a heavy smirk.

Lucy groaned, heading to the opposite side of the room to grab her backpack- the catalyst for how this all began. Glaring at him, she headed for the door.

"I'm going home," she said.

Natsu laughed, following her out the door. "What? Sure you don't wanna go for a fourth look?"

"Shut up!"

"Oi, you don't have to yell! It's not my fault you're a pervert!"

Lucy groaned again. Something told her that she was going to be stuck with Natsu following her around from now on. In truth, she couldn't say that she minded.

The day was hectic, to say the least. Hell, she still wasn't completely sold that she wasn't just dreaming. Still, she was sure that her life was about to get a whole lot more interesting with Natsu around.

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