#god. i’m so obsessed with them i’m chewing on them like a toy

[cowlovely]

just finished 8x01 in my doctor who rewatch and i feel like this

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO

A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This was…hard. I told myself I wouldn’t publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).

SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)

THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.

CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+

“You like it when I’m rough.”

Megumi’s melody rings crystal clear.

Low.

Precise.

An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.

The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. It’s his GPS system, a personal flight map.

Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.

Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.

Speaking of…

Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.

The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.

“Demon dog.” Megumi summons.

Low. Precise. Decisive.

“Eat it, boy.”

A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.

Megumi’s eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.

13:50

10 more minutes until you’ll meet him for your date.

No. Not date.

Study. 10 more minutes until you’re meeting him to study.

Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.

Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.

Words don’t come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.

And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?

The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.

No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And that’s enough.

“Sorry if I come across a type of way.”

“I’ve been trying to get out of my way…”

His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.

“I know it doesn’t seem like I care, but you know I care—“

“Wow Meg, you sound incredible.”

You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumi’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.

Pitch fucking perfect.

A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heaven’s staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.

And it’s hell. It’s cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.

“Fushiguro.” Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“What?”

“Fushiguro.” He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. He’s at least a head and shoulders taller.

“Nobody calls me Meg.”

You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. It’s pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.

His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?

So cinematic. Like he’s watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. It’s not fathomable.

Gorgeous.

You are gorgeous.

“I call you Meg.” You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.

You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumi’s long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.

“Who were you—oh,” Megumi’s glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.

Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.

“Walking on the wrong side.” He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.

He’s a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.

Of course he didn’t feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench — suffocate — his heart.

No, he didn’t hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.

Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.

You’re made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.

What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?

His fingers?

They’re long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. You’d like them.

He could make you love them.

Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.

“So who was it?” You tether him to reality.

“Who was what?” Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.

“The way you were singing earlier.”

Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumi’s gaze on you is subzero.

“It had to be for someone.” You lower down into a seat in slow motion.

The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why he’s glaring at you.

“You sound too…pretty. It can’t be wasted on thin air.” You continue.

“She must be—“

“Let’s just get started, okay?” He sharply redirects the conversation.

And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. He’ll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mind’s true coordinates are a galaxy away.

Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.

Watching you.

Drinking you in.

Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.

The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where you’ve been pressing too hard.

Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.

His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.

He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.

His other hand would take its time.

To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until you’re a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.

But he won’t.

Not until you’re soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.

Then he’ll take you, gorgeous.

Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.

Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.

Fucking hell.

His jeans are uncomfortable. He’s stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.

Not to the mention, the—

swarm of shadows growing at his feet?

Is his…innate domain materializing around him right now?

Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you don’t miss his sudden stirring.

“Meg? You okay over—“

“Going to the bathroom.” He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.

He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.

Snap out of it, Fushiguro.

The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.

But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. It’s blinding.

A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.

“Fuck.”

Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.

A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.

“Just adjust, don’t…” His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.

“Oh, fuck.” Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.

He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.

A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumi’s mind on his walk back to you.

You are a dream.

Or a nightmare? A curse?

It doesn’t matter. He couldn’t care less.

Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.

The way he craves you.

Because fuck the cost.

He’d pay anything.

You’re working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.

So, he won’t resist.

“Meg! Took you a bit, you okay?”

Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.

“Megumi?”

You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.

Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.

Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.

“Hmm,” a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.

Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.

He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.

His quiet.

His presence.

It flusters you. Well before he’s gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.

“So…so blue.” You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.

“They are.”

Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.

“You are so,” you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. “hard to read.”

Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.

A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumi’s lips trace the shell of your ear.

“I want you.”

His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.

“Can you read that?” Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.

A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.

“W-want me? Megumi wh—“

“I.” Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.

His prima ballerina, en pointe.

“Want you.” His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.

The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.

The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.

Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. It’s been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.

And somehow he’s never felt more powerful than this.

With you, heaven’s most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.

Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.

Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.

You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You can’t keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.

Marking what’s his.

“Oh my god.”

You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumi’s eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.

Did you really think he wouldn’t notice how you’re rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?

Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.

“Megumi.”

“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. He’s not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.

You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.

“You feel s-so…so good.” Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.

And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.

The way you hump him even more sloppily.

He could finish from that alone.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.

“Such pretty sounds, baby.”

“Megumi…meg..I-“

“Let it out.” He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.

“Sing for me.”

“F-fuck, GOD.”

You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.

Blessing or curse?

He doesn’t know.

But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.

“God, Fushiguro. That was…” The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.

“No.” Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.

“Meg. You call me Meg.”

[hanasnx]

i hav been obsessed with ur blog and how u write anakin since i found it, i have a prompt and i would love to see what u do with it. all i will say is greasy nic addicted pothead linecook anakin. thank u god bless 🙏🙏

no bcos this is my sweet spot actually. something about linecooks having a sailor’s mouth, barking shit at people in their way, sweaty from labor and from the heat of appliances, flirting with the cute waitresses & giving them meals to go home with…

☥ he’s the guy that works the most, probably as much as he can, bcos hes like… hobby-less

☥ i’m imagining dane cook’s look from the movie “waiting…” so the black bandana around the hair to keep it out of his face. eyebrow piercing, maybe some lip piercings ….. ooooo

☥ the nic and pot is so real and so special to me. you’d more often than not catch him outside in the back having a smoke. one time he came to work with a bong and he passed it around with the other ppl in the back

☥ horsing around constantly with his coworkers like theyre all siblings that hate each other

☥ but when you walk in,,, he gets so bashful sometimes

“heyy, miss (y/n)…“

his coworkers mocking him, batting their lashes like, “hEyY, mIsS (y/N)—“ and he whips em with a towel a little to get em to shut up

☥ always leaning on things, any excuse to get closer to you. you pick up a plate and he throws a towel over his shoulder and hes chewing on a toothpick and hes like, “when’s your shift up?” bcos he wants to hang out with you after even if its just smoking with you in his car

☥ he’s got that oral fixation, his vape, a cig if hes got it, pre-rolls he has in the pocket in his apron, toothpicks, toying with his snake bite lip rings when he talks to you

☥ you get so nervous around him bcos he looks so big and mean and acts so commanding in the kitchen. you like him in that black shirt he wears all the time even if it’s stained with food and sweat and it tucks so nicely into his apron

☥ listening to his shitty music on his shitty radio and every other song he’s like “ohhh this is a good one, this is a good one—“

“this is your playlist, ani—“

“shut up and listen. this chick is a genius. listen to this.”

he’s such a jackass.

he’d probably grab your hand on the way out and twirl you to the song. “dance, waitress, dance.”

☥ he rly would be so greasy. so disgusting. i love the word to describe him. greasy. smelly from working istg you’d love his musk. like the stench mixed with his deodorant and cologne. you’d joke with him how he smells so good and that you wanna stick his nose in his pit and he laughs it off like “knew you were a freak.” even tho that’s not technically what you meant but now you’re thinking about him shoving your face in his taint

☥ imagine the two of you finally smoke together as an excuse to hangout and suddenly youre straddling him in his backed up seat and making out like you’re trying to inhale each other. all that sexual tension finally having a space to be worked out as youre grinding down on his halfie and he’s got a joint still pinched in between his fingers

maybe he does you inside his car and the next day you can’t stop flirting with each other hardcore during work. he starts grabbing your ass discretely whenever he can, and your fingers draw down his chest while hes eyeing you hungrily. trying to lure you outside during his smoke break for a quick make out and grope session because he just can’t stay away from you

☥ bet a bunch of your coworkers think hes so hot and youre listening to em knowing youre the one doing him after the shift

[timextoxhajima]

KISS & MAKE UP: PARK SUNGHOON

≛ an anthology series of break-up stories that end up in a one-night stand [only hyungline] -> HEESEUNG | JAY | SUNGHOON | JAKE

≛ genre: pretty explicit smut, angst

≛ warnings: alcohol, cursing,

≛ word count: 2.9k

≛ synopsis: it’s been a couple of months since you broke up with your high school sweetheart. the reason? he wanted a family and you wanted freedom. but come the day you meet him again and park sunghoon apparently hasn’t moved on. 

≛ taglist: @from-xero​​ @haechanhues​​ @abdiitcryy​​ @kyleeanne​​ @dontcallme20​​ @vantxx95​​ 

what a petty man, you think to yourself. you should’ve known you’d run into sunghoon - this was his territory. but bringing his personal feelings onto work grounds? 

unprofessional. 

“the labels?”

you frown at him. “what labels? i wasn’t told to label anything.”

a sharp glare. “the food? the condiments? the drinks?”

“you’re only telling me now, ten minutes prior to it starting?” you scoff and turn towards the storage. “i don’t even know if i have labels.”

sunghoon initially doesn’t follow, but you can hear his loud louboutins clacking against the floor as he hurries after you. “i find it hard to believe as an experienced event organiser, you had the brains to forget this. or rather, the lack thereof.”

ignoring him, you scour through your storage boxes. 

“great, now it’s gonna start without labels.”

“you have a strange obsession with labels,” the items in the box clunk against the sides as you shove them around like sand in a pit. “besides, if you’re running this event for the privileged, i’m almost positive they’d be clever enough to figure out... oh, i don’t know. a plate of chicken wings?” 

“but how will they know if it’s spicy or not?”

halting in your movements, you turn, still squatting, and glare upwards at him. he has his arms crossed over his chest, the curve of his tie winding outwards between the two sides of his blazer. there’s a little pinch of hair that’s sticking out from the rest of his head, and you’re just itching to cut it off. maybe stick it up his nose or something. 

“you did not just tell me to label hot wings.”

“i just did,” he clears his throat and finally relaxes his hand to point accusingly at you. “don’t mess tonight up. i don’t care what you do, don’t mess it up like you messed up everything else.”

the packet of labels in your hand falls back into the box when you stand, squinting at him in disbelief. 

“’everything else’? excuse you, it’s absolutely not my fault that we wanted different things. did you think you would still be happy if we stayed together despite knowing we wanted different things?” 

“i’d like to think we could’ve gotten through it together,” the vulnerability is nothing but a smear in his voice. this is what he likes to do - make you believe him for a moment, just long enough to win you over, before he goes back to his own beliefs. at first, you fell for it like a dog obsessed with his favourite chew toy, but at time went by, all you saw it as was manipulative. 

“don’t play that card again.”

“what card?” sunghoon frowns his dark brows together. 

“the ‘together’ card. i’m so sick of you talking about being together and getting through things together when it’s just you giving me the fucking problems and i pull you through them-”

“but isn’t being together the fucking definition of a relationship? you called it quits just because we were on different roads-”

“i called it quits because we were on different roads. you wanted a home and a family and have a dainty wife at home cooking all your stupid meals because you don’t bother how to learn to pick up a knife- but does it look like i wanna do that?”

“what’s so bad about having a home and a family, huh? is it my fault that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and i was just obsessed with the thought of having you to myself forever?”

“oh, my god. even now... you don’t care about how i feel and what i want. you only think about how prestigious and how privileged i should be that you’re in love with me and that’s all that matters to you. the value of you to other people, and never the other way round.”

sunghoon doesn’t scare you. at some point, you loved him. he may have been spiteful and manipulative with his words but he always had good intentions, though it may have been for his own benefit. you would never know. 

it was difficult to come to terms with how bitter the relationship had gotten. nearing the end of it, you were hoping he’d be able to find the strength in him to agree to an amicable break-up. but sunghoon is a raging eternal fire stuck in ice buried deep underground, and so initiating the break-up was as good as shoving a bomb down under. 

‘amicable’ was an antonym. 

“what do you want me to say?” he looks down at you, brown eyes staring into your soul. he doesn’t cry easily, but here he is, tearing up. 

are those crocodile tears?

“i wanted a fairytale and you wanted a reality. i don’t know how to tell you that i don’t think either of those was wrong. i just thought we could come to a compromise.”

“compromise? what compromise would it be had i done what you wanted? then i’ll be living your dream, not mine.”

“and what exactly is your dream? you’ve been working so hard and yet you’re still here! you may think it’s noble of yourself that you’re putting this amount of effort and that it’ll reap some kind of harvest at the end but i was watching you work your life and time away. all i wanted to do was let you rest and relax at home at your own comfort. was that so wrong?”

“where is park sunghoon?”

the voice from outside is a relieving break from the confrontation. it worked for you, because you had no rebuttal. 

sunghoon sighs and looks down at his feet, then he looks up to the ceiling and sucks in a deep breath, finally using his fingers to push the pinch of hair on his forehead back into the rest of his dark brown locks. he rubs his eyes, getting rid of his tears. 

he clears his throat and pats down his blazer before squatting to reach behind you for the labels. he turns without a word, leaving you to look at the surrounding floor. 

but he stops at the door for a moment, then turns. 

“you think i’m not good for you because i stop you from living your life the way you want to. but it frustrates me to see you run around in circles with yourself. all i wanted to do was come home to you, stress-free and happy. but if you’d rather spend your time chasing after your own tail, then be my guest.”

he swallows, his adam’s apple shifting up and down. the door clicks open and he leaves the storage. 

“oh, there you are! god, we were looking all over for you and the event organiser. do you happen to have any kind of labelling or signages for the food? i have guests that can’t have hot wings.”

“was just looking for them.”

the footsteps fade away. the conversation gets further. the storage light flickers off due to the lack of movement.

the evening runs in slow motion. sunghoon had all the food and drinks labelled just as the doors to the event opened, and somehow used it as a conversation starter for everybody greeting him at the table. something about how he tried to snag one or two wings before it started and instantly regretted it because they were spicy.

as someone who didn’t particularly love spicy foods, sunghoon had developed a keen instinct to telling whether something was spicy. 

but occasionally, you’d sneak a peek at sunghoon, hard at work and immersed in the conversation he probably initiated. it never failed to wonder you how the introvert in him is able to hold professional conversations. 

there are few regrets in the world you would admit to having. one of them was falling out with him. 

the happier you were, the more upsetting the break-up was. sunghoon loved sneaking into your room and spending the night, but that made it all the more harder when you spent them alone thereafter. he had a knack for picking you little flowers off the road, wrapping them in napkins and leaving them at your window, but they began rotting away and flying off in the wind like ash from your ended love. 

sunghoon isn’t a man of many words - words that make sense at least - but it’s in his ache and heart break that he means every syllable he articulates. 

it’s annoying that they make sense. 

by the end of the night, you realised that sunghoon had saved you from ruining the event - half the hot wings were left untouched because they were too hot for the public. they were samyang flavoured. 

once the event had ended, sunghoon spent most of his time at the doors, seeing his guests off and making sure everyone got into their respective vehicles. you are left with the mess in the storage, that you begin to pack, worried about how you would respond when he comes in to tell you “i told you so”.

“thirty minutes,” he calls out from the outside. you assume he was talking to the person in charge of locking up the space. “thanks.”

mindlessly dumping what was left into the storage boxes, you try to lift it onto the trolley you have parked in the room. you use your thighs, but the edge of the box is heavy and it seeps into your flesh, leaving a mark. then the weight causes it to slide off and just before everything can spill out-

“what the hell-” sunghoon quite literally steps over the boxes and into a space in between - the ends of his pants rolled up thanks to the other boxes in the room - one hand gripping the edge of the box and the other holding the trolley still. “are you-”

his eyes automatically look down where the box had been resting on, and he notices the little rip in your nylon pants where the box had been resting on. with a gentle tut of his teeth, he snatches the box from you and rests it atop the others, a frown on his head. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know?” he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the mess. 

“i was just finishing up-” trying to move back in to take responsibility of your logistics, you take a step forward. 

“you. stay. right the fuck. there,” he says, jabbing the air with every word. he rests his arm by his side, frame awkwardly slanted over the mess on the floor. his blazer hangs by his side, the tip of the expensive material kissing the roll of mahjong paper sticking out from one of the boxes. he sighs, and purses his lips, turning around and squatting to repack the boxes. 

“i... come on. just leave it. i can do it.”

“stop trying to think you can do everything,” he rebutts, turning to look at you from his squatting position. with a gentle huff, he lifts the box infront of him and dumps it on the trolley. “if you were superman, you would’ve figured it out earlier.”

“okay, well... i get it, alright? you don’t... you don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“i’ll rub it in because i can and because you don’t listen,” he finishes with another box and stacks it. sunghoon stands, taking in a deep breath and combs his hair with his fingers.  

the strands of your fringe come loose from the rest of your hair, but your eyes travel down to the floor. there’s an issue of pride that you can’t overcome, but your heart drops and you forget about it when sunghoon reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

your fringe falls back into your eyes, so he pushes it up, and keeps his finger there as he looks down at you with a gentle frown on his forehead. 

before you can say anything, he leans forward. with the other palm, hot and slightly sweaty from all the lifting he’s been doing, he presses his lips into yours. 

by instinct, your eyes close. the scent of his cologne is worn, but still identiable. your hair falls back onto your lids when he releases it to cup your other cheek, and the memories of him flood back into your heart. all the nights of playful bickering about what movie to watch, all the late night strolls in the park and the skating rink dates he would drag you on just because he wanted to let you into his world. 

you had forgotten what it was like to feel special, to be the only person that sunghoon had been able and willing to open up his heart to. knowing that he still loved you made you feel like you were still special. 

your hands find the collar of his blazer, gently pushing him away. through pursed lips, you look at him with tired eyes. “hoon, i don’t think this is healthy.”

he’s quiet, refusing to remove his hands from your face. he remains his position, even after you reach up in a bid to pull his hands away from your cheeks.

“not everything anybody does in their life is healthy,” he presses his forehead unto yours. “i’d love an unhealthy love with you even if it means we’d fight and cry about it. this... cannot be replaced. not by anybody. you are my unhealthy love, and that is what i want.”

your heart is racing. you can hear the beating in your ears, and if he wasn’t holding you, you might’ve started shaking. 

but he leans down and kisses you again, this time begging you to remember everything that you once had with him, convincing you that it wasn’t worth giving up. 

it’s so much easier to know that you’d crying in his arms after a fight, than worrying about forgetting him. 

sunghoon gently pushes you back until your rear hits a countertop, and he blindly pushes whatever was on it aside. lifting you by your thighs, he places you on the surface and runs his fingers down the length of your arm. your skin tickles under his nails and his cold fingertips, which stop at your hands. he interlocks his hands with yours at the edge of the counter, then he stops and pulls away, slowly tilting his head upwards to kiss your forehead. 

his thumb and index finger are on your chin now, gently pushing you back so you were laying down. 

“wait, isn’t there a camera here or something-”

“you forget i know the people who own this building,” he raises his brows and moves backwards to kneel. then, his lips are on your ankles, undoing the straps of your heels. hold palms move up your calf and under your knees after your shoes come off, and he stands to undo the buckle on your pants. 

he helps you lift your hips, the silk sliding off your skin and to the floor with ease. sunghoon kneels again, kissing the inner side of your knees and thighs and then your hip bones, your fingers finding the crown of his head and making a mess of his waxed hair. 

your head tilts back when the final piece of clothing in his way comes off, and the heat from his skin hits where you’ve missed him. guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders, he has you like you had been in a long-distance relationship.

your toes curl, heart thunking in your chest and fingers gripping his hair tighter and tighter. 

then he stops, licking and biting his lips to get the rest of it off. you sigh, relieved from the sudden affection he’s providing you. you look down and watch him undo his belt, but he doesn’t bother to remove it, simply unbuttoning himself and pulling the zipper down. 

then he gently pulls you towards him, and it’s a moment of truth as you lock eyes with him. 

he waits for you to protest.

but you don’t. 

so he eases himself to your comfort, and your lips fall apart like your hair on the counter top as you lay back again. there’s a gentle frown in your forehead that he kisses away, his breath heavy in your hair as he gives you a few seconds. 

so, like the good ol’ times, he stands upright and starts to move, sounds and movements still tamed. but blame it on the yearning, blame it on the unhealthy need for him and the feelings he provides that cannot be replaced - it doesn’t take long for him to find where it makes your mind turn to static. 

“finish for me, princess,” he presses down with his thumb. 

and like a well-behaved one, you do. he pulls out once you’re finished, and he releases himself on your thighs. 

sunghoon is slightly panting, but he eases his breathing with a deep breath. turning around to your logistic boxes, he pulls out a packet of wet wipes. 

“are you sure i don’t have to worry about the cctv in here?” your fingers press into your temples. 

sunghoon chuckles, helping you sit up. “the only thing you need to worry about now is how you’re going to tolerate me for the rest of your life.”

[annymation]

I reallyyyy love how you lean into magnificos ego/vanity because it felt really out of place in the film/imo had poor execution, so I really like how you go about it !! I think it’s quite fun that we both leaned in on that idea but in different directions lol (you more so with him being obsessed w his looks/physically egotistical while I did more of a status/“I’m better than you/you’re below me” type of egotistical) he’s such a fun character to experiment with because he had so much going for him in the film and I love how you can latch onto specific aspects of him and bend and twist them or emphasize them, he’s such an interesting character to write/break down the parts of idk what other word to use like not well written but not badly written just. Interesting? Lol anyway yeah kingdom of wishes my beloved goddddd it’s so good I’m chewing it in my mouth it’s latched onto my brain like a leech and now I wanna reevaluate my own rewrite because god yours is just That Good fuckkkkkkkk aaaaaa

SHJSHSJSN YEEEESSS!!!

The more I write this man the more I can’t stop! Like… WHY IS VILLAIN DIALOGUE SO FUN TO WRITE?! AM I A SOCIOPATH????

But seriously, I had this idea since the beginning of Magnifico having this show host/con man vibe to him and it literally just writes itself!

A king who acts like his subjects are just his little audience for him to entertain??? His fans to feed his ego??? The little toys in his play set??? It’s just so good!!!

And like, the last chapter ending might have given the impression he’ll be more serious from now on, and although in some aspects he kinda will I GUARANTEE HE’LL STILL BE THAT DELICIOUSLY EVIL AND FUNNY VILLAIN WE LOVE TO HATE! DONT YA WORRY!

Also, I wanted to ask you, have you ever tried imagining how Movie Magnifico would interact with YOUR rewrite’s Magnifico? I’ve tried a few times and… It always ends with Movie Magnifico either dead, crying or manipulated to open the evil book… Like, these are his only options. But what about yours?

[aajjks]

bunny koo that’s right baby. you are only for me. you gotta find a man, from what i’ve learned- a broken man and love him right. while your in the process of showing him love he’s never felt, mold him. make him into a little toy for you. for your pleasure, show him how to do the things you want done. in and out of bed. make him obsessed with you. what man ever says no to sex? i’ve never met one. back to you and your men issues, men are pigs. actual pigs. taking away sex is like taking away a dogs favorite chew toy. they see us as toys. so only use it to your advantage with your man. with the past men i’ve been with, i found it repulsive. but with koo, i actually have an orgasm. so i love having sex now because my man is such a good boy for his noona. always.

“ oh my God she’s so intelligent you should follow her advice and find yourself a man that you can make obsessed with you just like she has me obsessed with her… oh my noona-so pretty. Yes, men are pigs. Well, most of them are and exactly men are so weak when it comes to sex. Our biggest weakness I would say.. aw really???? Noona I’m so glad that I’ve made your bedroom life more fun… that makes me want to work even harder. Of course I’ll always be a good boy.”

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold

“… Steve…?”

Time stood still. In the seconds that ticked by Nancy felt like she couldn’t breathe. Not until Steve resurfaced beneath gradually stilled waters flashing that charming, goading grin of his while splashing up at a displeased Nancy, Robin and Eddie all yelling at him to quit messing around. When Steve didn’t, Nancy was already on her feet, weight shifting between them to steady the rocking boat to use as a base to spring off of. ‘You’re not going in there, are you?’ Left Nancy perplexed. Her reaction wasn’t because ‘Shit, Eddie’s right, what am I thinking?’ But the impatient almost snap of ‘Just… wait here.’ had meant ‘We both know the answer, so just let me do it.’

There wasn’t the usual chase or need to prove herself that normally made Nancy Wheeler spring into action. What it really boiled down to in the end was plain and simple: ‘Steve’s in trouble, I’m helping him.’ It was second nature, fired on all cylinders from her subconscious.

Just like he’d always done.

Saving each other had become a sort of pattern over the last few years. No scoreboard necessary, owing each other absolutely nothing after their breakup— well, except maybe apologies— but that’s not why they did it. Her thoughts weren’t filled with obtaining Steve’s gratitude but obsessive pleas and pushing herself to get to him. Swim faster, kick harder… and kill the fucking monsters that’d been attacking Steve like a human chew toy by the time she finally arrived on scene with Eddie and Robin. Nancy’s panic clawed its way to her throat, armed with an oar— similar to the first item she’d ever used against her first monster— swinging away the overwhelming droves of… bats. Not birds like she’d initially thought because of the swarm. Mutated, unnatural, completely unlike their world’s. God, she hated this place. Battle weary, they’d found a safe haven out of sight of the Demobats (thanks to Dustin for the term, Demo slapped onto whatever it was they faced) where all of them could catch their breaths.

And Nancy could tend to Steve properly.

He collapsed against the rocks and Nancy’s much smaller frame was there to support him, guiding him to rest more comfortably while remaining standing so she could take a proper look, fighting sucking in breath between gritted teeth at the sight. Scolding was built up on her tongue, stress amplifying her worry, anger the first emotion Nancy typically allowed herself to feel before any others in these circumstances. Poorly equipped in terms of medicine, she’d somehow managed to shove a small first-aid box into her back pocket. Band-aids drenched from her swim, the tube of Bacitracin and sterile alcohol-prep pads were still safe in their packages. Wouldn’t be enough for the size of the chunks torn out of Steve’s chest and torso. He needed medical attention, and Nancy tried not to let it show on her features when she felt a smirk tug on her lips over her pointed out lack of bedside manner.

“You know… for someone so brave— actually, I take that back— reckless, you think you’d be used to the sting that comes with getting your wounds cleaned...” Steve’s reaction to looking down at said wounds had Nancy reach out to gently tap his chin upward, bright blues stormy with concern meeting usually warm chestnut orbs. “Hey… don’t look at that just… focus on me. It’s not… that bad.” A softened touch to her usual authoritative tone. Better bedside manner as requested in an attempt to disguise her lie which she was terrible at. Multitasking between listening to Steve’s ramblings— likely from exhaustion and depleting adrenaline rush— Nancy’s brows were furrowed in concentration, debating on the best way of treatment. He managed to coax a chuckle out of her, rats something she also happened to dislike thanks to the Upside Down, along with bats now. “Next it’ll be cats.” In rhyming order. Maybe she was also delirious.

But as she’d been about to apply the alcohol wipes to the minor cuts, Steve was starting to wince, buckling into himself and Nancy was again there to support him from falling, face inches from his as he told her to find a way back. Without him. Her heart sank. “Steve… I need you to stay awake. No resting yet.” Nimble fingers attempted to remain steady as she brushed loose curls from his face. “And I’m blaming exhaustion on what you just told me, because you’re crazy if you think I’m going anywhere. I’m bandaging you up and we’re looking for a way out together. Got it?” Leave him here for round two of the Demobats that’d gotten a taste of Steve Harrington, the human Happy Meal? Not a chance. Evident in the way Nancy began to rip at the bottom hem of her shirt to use as a bandage around his stomach. “Seriously… you need to stop running headfirst into danger. There’s only so much I can take...”

@musingmemories sent: "This is going to sting, but we have to clean this." — From Nancy Wheeler to Steve Harrington ✨

Flashes of carmine lightening struck above the clouds, illuminating his surroundings in sinister flickers of vermilion and damson. Shrill, ear piercing screeches followed soon after from within the confines of the thick mist blanketing both ground and sky alike, assisted by what sounded to be the beating of wings circling him from every direction. Steve knew exactly where he was, and yet.. it felt surreal to be standing slack jawed in the heart of the Upside Down.

It all happened so quickly. What had started out as a simple plan to scour the vicinity of Lover’s Lake for a new potential gate had turned disastrous the second Steve made the brazen mistake decision to dive down to the bottom of the waterbed alone.. only to be dragged through the very gate they’d been in search of, resulting in his present predicament. Still disorientated from the suddenness in which he’d been dragged under, Steve barely had any time to adjust or gather his bearings before they were swarming him in droves. What looked to be massive, monstrous bats. The last thing he saw before ending up flat on his backside was the swooping of numerous shadow figures.. and then came the pain. Fangs and claws digging deep into the exposed skin of his abdomen, wings and tail whipping at his arms and legs.. Steve didn’t think he’d ever felt pain quite like it before. And while he may have stood a fair chance if he’d been able to push himself back to his feet, it became impossible the second one of them snagged its sharpened tail around his neck and began to squeeze until Steve swore his windpipe was about to collapse in on itself.

Helpless. That’s what he was. A sitting duck unable to do anything but suffer through the agony of their vicious attack until death would finally claim him.. or so that’s what he thought until three unlikely saviours sprang into action. First was Nancy, followed closely by Robin.. and then Eddie. All of whom had risked their lives to save him by quite literally following him into the depths of hell.

The time between fighting the Demobats and running for their lives was a complete blur to him, Steve being hauled to his feet without a say and marched right out of the line of fire into a nearby cave where he assumed they’d be seeking refuge until the bats eventually dispersed. Just as well too, because honestly? He didn’t know how much longer he could stay upright now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off.. apparently not long at all given how his body practically collapsed against the jaded rocks. Oh, he was really starting to feel it now. Out of all the beatings he’d suffered throughout the years? This sure took the cake. It was the most pain he’d ever been in. Not even Billy’s fists off fury came close, or Jonathan’s for that matter.. nor the thuggish soldiers that had jumped him back at Starcourt.

Was this really how he was going to die after everything..?

‘This is going to sting, but we have to clean this.’ The stern, authoritative tone of Nancy Wheeler was what suddenly snapped his heavy eyelids open once more, tired chestnut orbs lethargically seeking out her face. A beautiful sight. Possibly last thing he’d ever see.

“Sting? You really need to work on your bedside manner, Nance. Could’ve at least lied and said I won’t feel a thing.” Hissed out through gritted teeth which were clenched so hard they may very well break, Steve finally braved risking a glance down at the broken skin.. only to almost throw up upon seeing the extent of the damage. Way deeper than he expected. “I’m surprised they never chewed right through.” By the looks of things.. they almost had. “I think bats have jumped to the top of the list for my most disliked animals.. after rats. Guess they kinda go hand in hand though since they rhyme.” A humourless chuckle escaped him, one that was silenced when a pained grunt took its place. Evidently, deliria was starting to set in quick and fast, and Steve didn’t know whether it was from the blood loss or if he really had contracted rabies like Robin had been faffing about minutes ago.

Was rabies even a thing in the Upside Down..? Guess they’d soon find out, huh?

Shuddering at the thought— or perhaps it was the start of a fever— Steve curled in on himself in hopes to somehow counter the searing hot pain coursing through his body. “You.. you should go find a way back with Robin and Eddie. I’ll catch up to you.. just need to close my eyes for a minute..” Murmured between shaky breaths. Excellent timing, given the black dots that came dancing across the edges of his vision and forcing his eyes to close to shut them out. The last thing he wanted was for Nancy to suffer the same fate as him.

[syntheticsimp]

Twst!Mc/Yuusona: Sol Yunna

Relationship Chart: 

SD Model:

Finding themselves in a strange new world AND surprisingly new form, this mysterious student is quick to adapt to their new existence. Taking up the name  Sol Yunna, they traverse the school of Night Raven college alongside their fluffy (troublesome) companion, Grim. Until they can find a way back home, Sol tries his very best to make a positive of his dilemma, making sure not to step on too many toes as he tackles the student life at NRC. 

Race: Hispanic/Latino

Sexuality: Demisexual

Trivia

- Sol constantly craves some kind of human interaction and strives to meet his quota of at least one hug a day.

- Has a set of elemental magic stones, which he bugged Crowely for, which he uses to defend himself when he runs into people who chose violence that day. Though he also uses them to do small tricks to keep himself entertained since he's never had magic before (Being magicless and all)

- Most of Sol’s memories from his original world are foggy but he does remember that his current appearance is not what he use to look like. He has just grown to accept this fact since it makes his current dilemma a little easier to handle. 

- Another thing Sol remembers from his home is beloved pet dog. He misses it dearly.

- Sol has an obsession with otome games. His current phone is full of them. 

- Sol is an incredibly fast learner and this is something he considers scary but also his strongest asset. 

Sol’s Essentials (for those who can't read my handwriting):

Magic Stones: Help Sol fight. He nagged Crowley until he received them.

First Aid Kit: Sol is accident prone, so he make sure to have medical supplies to patch himself up. The bandages he has are ONLY space and crayon themed. He dislikes basic bandages. 

Pills: Sol can't handle dairy products.... but he loves dairy... these pills help with his curse.

Compact Sewing Kit: Accident prone... So he must always be ready for a wardrobe malfunction.

Gum: Likes to chew gum and it comes in handy after a heavy meal.

Tablet: For note taking and drawing. Will sketch people when they're not looking. Is very shy about sharing their work. Has at least one sketch of every person they know.

Gaming Console (Switch): For long heavy days some farming will melt the stress away. Destresser, unless they decide to play a shooter game...

Sweets: Chocolate is a must you never know when a sweets craving will hit.

Earbuds: Enjoys to be in their own world in the mornings, so the earbuds help drown out any noise. Easy to hide too, for the times when he wants to listen to music in class, shhh.

Liquid Core d20: for rolling initiative! A fidget toy really, Sol likes the sound of rolling dice and he must check in to see if the RNG gods are still in his favor.

Phone: For basic communication and Otome games. Some social media ogling too.

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This cost me an arm and a leg to put together but I'm super proud of it! Official first post on here!

Hope y'all enjoy them and if there are any question about Sol feel free to send an ask or something. 

More too come! I have a handful of twst ocs just wanted to lead off with my sona!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Baby, It’s Our Turn

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (bear and cubby, NLLYL)

Words: ~2.3k

Summary: Jake is having trouble working up the nerve to contact the sex god.

Warnings: explicit language, fluff, nervous cubby, embarrassed Jake, mentions of a sex dungeon and toys, just so much cuteness, no minors due to the AU.

A/N: My boys 😭 Oh my god, I love them. I have so much planned for them, I missed pride month and Father’s Day with our favorite DILFs so prepare for a lot of cute shit with them.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Jake chewed on his lip as he stared at his phone’s screen, the text he’d received from Ari last night still unanswered and the words practically ingrained in his vision at this point.

It was so wonderful meeting you, Jake. I really hope you’ll let me get to know you better. Just reach out and let me know if you want to get together.

Oh man, Jake wanted it. He wanted it more than he’d wanted anything else in a long time. But he didn’t want to seem desperate, or needy, or clingy, or like too big of a dork; even though he was all of those things. Hence the inner battle he was having with himself over when to text back and what he should say. Normally he would have called you in this situation, but you were still on your honeymoon, and it was the middle of the night in Switzerland. And even if it wasn’t, he would feel the world’s biggest asshole bothering you on your trip just because he was nervous about texting a boy back. A massive, gorgeous, intimidating, sex god of a boy, but still.

“What do you think, is ‘Hey, I’m super busy for the next week but I can maybe squeeze something in Friday’ too obvious of a lie?” Jake stared at your dogs who were lounging on the other end of the couch from him, Aoife just yawning while Fionn snorted and rolled over. “You two are no help, where’s the cat?”

All he wanted was to go on a date with that beautiful bear, it was making his chest ache. How the hell was the man even interested in him? It made no goddamn sense. Jake still couldn’t wrap his head around it, he needed to take a break from obsessing and eat something. He didn’t know how he could stop obsessing, though, the man was swoon worthy.

Food, food was good. Cooking something and not looking at his phone would hopefully keep his mind off how thirsty he was. Pasta pasta pasta.

Jake hummed a little song to himself while he looked over the food in your fridge while he thought about what kind of sauce he wanted to make, settling on bolognese because it really was the best. Chopping vegetables and searing the meat definitely helped keep his mind occupied, not thinking about the large man he wanted to climb like a tree only every so often when he lost his focus. It was going to take the sauce a while to simmer though, and as soon as he had nothing left to occupy his hands he wanted to reach for his phone again, scolding himself internally for how desperate he was.

“Oh my god, pull yourself together, Jensen.” He slapped his cheeks to try to get himself under control, sighing deeply as he looked at the dogs still laying on the couch like a couple of… well, dogs. “Seriously, where is the fucking cat?”

Your house wasn’t so big that the cat should be impossible to find, and that was something else to do to keep himself from thinking about Ari. There was no way she was upstairs, he kept that door shut. He couldn’t think of where she had gotten to, normally she would just hang out on the giant cat tree or lay on top of one of the dogs. Weird.

He breathed a small sigh of relief when he heard a tiny mew from down the hall, following after the sound with a frown on his face. It didn’t seem to be getting any closer even while he checked the guest room and office, or the bathroom. The only other room was the one that was shut and…

Oh shit, that door was not supposed to be open. Hadn’t you locked it before you left on your trip? Of course the cat went into the one room that Jake had not even thought about going into, if you wanted to have a little secret room it was none of his business. But he had to get the cat out of there, it’s not like it could be anything too bad.

“Oh my god… oh… oh my god!” Jake didn’t think he’d ever seen so many sex toys in his entire life, some of them he didn’t even know what they were for. Was that a cage? “Niamh!!! Cat!”

Jake was doing his best to not look at the vibrators and handcuffs and lingerie that were covering the wall, trying to just look for the cat and ignore the fact that apparently you and your husband were unbelievable freaks. He was desperate for a meow or any sign of where the cat was hiding, breathing out a sigh of relief when he heard her scream at him and found her perched in the middle of… of the fucking St. Andrew’s Cross. He was going to empty your bar after this.

“Ok, good kitty, just stay right there.” He could not afford for the cat to play keep away right now, he didn’t want to stay in this room any longer than necessary, he felt like he’d never stop blushing. “That’s it, such a pretty kitty… wait, shit!”

She just meowed once before jumping away from him and onto the fucking cage he didn’t want to think about too much. He desperately looked around for some piece of furniture that definitely wasn’t sex related to climb on so he could coax the cat down when the door to the room was pushed open and the rest of the furry idiots came running in with tails wagging.

“Oh, now you get up?!” Jake really did have the worst luck, this was ridiculous. “Aoife, no!”

Your little tripod apparently thought the toy wall was her own personal gift basket, because she waltzed right up to the dildos and grabbed the biggest looking one with a huge grin on her dopey face while Jake just cursed under his breath and ran to get it away from her. Of course, she thought it was the best game of keep away ever, running away while Jake pleaded with her as Fionn just sat there watching and the cat screamed from on top of the sex cage. Jake could swear he heard yakkity sax playing in the background through the whole thing.

“Alright, gimme that.” Jake finally managed to wrestle the dildo away from Aoife while she just yipped and wagged her tail happily at him, and there were only a few noticeable teeth marks, so, good? “C’mon dogs, I can’t… I can’t wrangle you two and get the cat out of here.”

Jake managed to herd the dogs out of the room, closing the door behind him and rushing to find his phone. Couldn’t bring himself to care that it was the middle of the night in Switzerland anymore, he was having trouble keeping himself from overheating with how utterly embarrassed he was.

“J… Jake?” You sounded like he’d woken you up from a deep sleep, a soft murmur of your name traveling over the line like Ransom was right on top of you, which, admittedly, he probably was. “Honey, is something wrong?”

“The… the cat.” Jake’s whole face was so hot, he couldn’t stand it. “She got into… I thought you locked the door?!”

“Jake, what are you talking about? Ran, lemme up.” Jake heard your husband let out an offended huff over the line. “Babe, what’s going on?”

“The room… the- the one that you joked about.” Oh god, it hadn’t been a joke, it really was a sex dungeon. “It wasn’t locked, the cat got in there and I can’t get her out. And then the dogs got in and apparently Aoife thinks dildos are chew toys and I can’t wrangle the dogs and get the cat and…”

“Ran, you dumbass!” You cut Jake off to curse at your husband, the sound of someone getting beaten with a pillow while your husband gave you a series of confused grunts coming over the line. “You were supposed to lock the white room! Jake, I am so sorry, I promise it’s clean. She’s really not moving?”

“I mean, she’s moving away from me.” He couldn’t believe he active thought you were joking about having a sex dungeon, you were the biggest freak he knew, he couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“Okay, well, call Ari, blondie, the cat loves him and he’s good at wrangling all the idiots.”

“Oh no!! That’s okay!” Scratch that, he could definitely be more embarrassed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll text him now, I’m sure he’ll love to see you.”

Jake couldn’t even manage to stammer out another excuse before you announced you had texted Ari and he was going to be right over. So now he had to sit there for thirty minutes as he obsessed about how he was going to not make an idiot out of himself in front of his dream man. Oh god, the dreamiest of all men, Jake couldn’t handle it.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door, straightening himself out as much as he could even when the dogs almost bowled him over when they rushed to go see who the visitor was.

“Hi kiddos!” The dogs jumped all over Ari exuberantly as soon as he walked through the door, and Jake could definitely understand their excitement. The man looked incredible in those sculpted by some kind of god pants and a crisp button up with the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. “And hello to you, handsome.”

Jake let out an embarrassingly high pitched giggle at that, slapping his hand over his mouth and turning bright red while Ari just kept grinning at him. The blonde did his best to calm down, just gazing up at the god of a man until he finally came back to himself and stepped out of the doorway so Ari could come inside.

“Thank you for coming, you really didn’t have to.” Jake started leading Ari back to the room of terror and tried not to turn even more red. “I’m sure she would’ve come out eventually.”

“Probably, but she is awfully stubborn.” Fuck him for that wink, Jake couldn’t handle the flirting, he wasn’t used to it. “I don’t mind helping out, honey, was honestly excited to have an excuse to see you again. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Jake had frozen in the doorway to the white room and couldn’t make himself go any further. “I’ll just wait out here. Make sure the dogs don’t run in again.”

“Alright darling. Hey kitten!” Oh god, he was cute, the cat meowed as soon as she saw him and jumped onto his shoulder and Jake was going to die from how goddamn sexy this man was and the embarrassment of being forced to interact with him in his best friends’ sex dungeon. “Were you giving Jake here a hard time, troublemaker? You shouldn’t stress out someone so pretty. See honey? Easy as pie. You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m… yeah… it’s just…” Oh shit, he could tell his mouth was about to run away from him but he couldn’t stop it. “I’m not a prude!”

“Um, alright.” Ari was still giving him that damn indulgent grin and it wasn’t helping. “Any particular reason you felt the need to announce that?”

“It’s… I thought they were kidding! Who has a fucking sex dungeon?! It’s perfectly normal to be embarrassed about finding your friends’ kink room when you weren’t expecting it!” He really couldn’t stop, and Ari just kept nodding his head and smiling at him while he scratched under the cat’s chin. “But I’m not a prude, and I definitely don’t want you to think I’m a prude, I love sex, I’m even kind of good at it…”

“Jake?” Ari’s grin just grew wider when Jake snapped his mouth shut and swallowed thickly, a tiny squeak escaping from his lips while he stared at Ari with giant eyes. The man was adorable, Ari had never found anyone so charming. “Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes.” Jake felt like a giant weight had been lifted from his chest, blowing out a deep breath and finally letting himself smile at the man. “I’d like that very much.”

“Me too, honey. Let’s just lock this.” Ari flipped the lock on the door after gently moving Jake out of the way with a light touch to his shoulder. “And you behave yourself, little lady. I’m so sorry, I hate to just run out but I was on my way to a meeting when gorgeous texted me.” And he still drove forty minutes out of his way, he really was already lost for this man.

“Oh, that’s fine.” Jake couldn’t stop grinning now, he could not believe he was going on a date with the sex god, he wanted to pinch himself while he followed Ari to the front door and took the cat out of his arms. “Um, what time should I be ready?”

“7:00, Italian okay?” Ari beamed at Jake when he nodded enthusiastically, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss him right on his adorable little nose. “Perfect, I can’t wait, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mmhm.” Jake kept grinning at the door for a few seconds after Ari closed it behind him, letting out a whoop once he came back to himself and kissing the cat right on top of her head when she let out an annoyed yowl. “You perfect little wingwoman, holy shit! Oh my god, I have to call your mother. What the fuck am I gonna wear?”

[dreamingofaizawa]

Your x chubby!reader prompts are so hot,💓I’m thinking about turning the tables. Chubby Katsuki🤤

Oh my fuck I'm salivating rn.

Warning for smut and size kink below the cut cause holy—

Sure he feeds himself well, the whole 'my body's a temple and I only put the good shit inside it' is one of his favorite slogans. But he's learned that he's allowed to let go a little, learned that a little fat never hurt when he got tired of counting calories and planning every portion of every meal. So his belly's gotten a little pudgy and soft, and so are his meaty arms and thighs. Even then his waist is still so small compared to his broad shoulders. And if he were to stand with no size indicators he'd look like a perfectly proportioned bodybuilder, but he's humongous. He's tall and built like a brick house, you can barely wrap your arms all the way around his waist.

And sure, he's chubby, but he's still so big n strong. And yeah, he's chubby but that doesn't make him any less attractive, nor any less cocky. Because he knows how hot he is, even with that layer of fat covering all that bulk, especially with that fat on him. He’s seen the Tweets, the Instagram fan pages and Facebook communities dedicated to “dad bod pro hero Dynamight supremacy”. He sees the way most of his fan base gives him either heart eyes or jealous glares when he passes by.

But he doesn’t really care what they think, never has. He only cares about one person’s opinion. His favorite fan, and without a doubt his biggest fan: you.

You, who’s so tiny in comparison to his massive frame. He’s just so big you look itty bitty to him, a little teddy bear standing beside a full grizzly. He lives for the size difference between you. Loves how he can wrap himself around you and completely engulf you. Loves the way you have to stand way on your tippy toes and pull yourself up by his shoulders to even manage a peck to his jaw.

He’s obsessed with how big his hands look on your soft waist, pinching your thighs, your ass. How massive his fingers are wrapped around your throat while he fucks you stupid. It makes him feral just thinking about it. The sheer size difference between you makes him painfully hard, blood rushing to his cock whenever he pays attention to how small you look before him.

And don’t even get me started on his dick. He’s fucking massive. It takes nearly an hour to prep you on his tongue and fingers before he can slip that fat cock of his in your tiny little hole. You’re already half stupid as he lines himself up and pushes the thick mushroom head past that first ring of muscle, and when he slowly and steadily sinks into you you’re sure you’ve ascended. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, because of him, because of how big he is.

You swear you can feel him in your throat when he fucks you in earnest, folding you nearly in half with his big hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders and putting all his weight into every thrust.

It’s unhealthy how much I wanna bite him and that chub on his belly. AAAHHH I wanna bury my face in his tummy and just chew and suck on him, squeeze at his chunky hips and thighs 🤤

OH MY GOD and then doing the same when going down on him and deepthroating that monster of a dick. Just squeezing and pinching at all that fat while gagging on the thick tip of his cock, hearing him coo down at you with a palm on the back of your head, petting you and telling you how you’re such a good little slut for him. He’s laughing at you, degrading you for tugging at his fat cause you need something to hold onto, hearing him growl when you turn and suck deep purple and red hues into the meat of his thighs.

He nearly cries when you toy and tug at his chest that’s built up some fat. He gets so sensitive when you suck on his nipples and pinch them till they’re hard, his hips rocking up to grind his hard dick against your ass and his head thrown back as those pretty whimpers slip past his lips. And if you do it long enough, play with his pecs and grind down on his dick just the right way, he’ll cum bucket loads in his sweats. He won’t even blink as he then spins you and abs pins you face down ass up, ready to go again but instead stuff you full.

[thorniest-rose]

omg wait I’m the chew toy anon I’m glad you liked it <3 also I’m obsessed with the way you described the cobras as like. extensions of Johnny, because really who are the cobras to Daniel beyond extra sets of hands and mouths for Johnny to sic on him? He knows their names and faces, sure, but when they’ve got him down on the ground between them all, he can’t tell who’s who. There’s a mouth on his throat, another at the thin skin inside his wrist, and teeth nipping dangerously over his femoral artery, and it’s still all Johnny, even as the surprisingly soft voice in question tells him to open his mouth and be good for us, LaRusso. More of his skin is covered with wandering, groping, greedy hands than is free, but it still feels like it’s one on one, not an equal exchange by far but the way things should be. Like. Daniel wouldn’t tolerate Bobby cornering him alone, but suddenly there’s eight other hands grabbing him and he freezes like a fawn in headlights and lets whoever it is push his legs apart til the stretch aches, bracing a hand against someone’s stomach and all five boys individually flex into it. I dunno, I just like the idea of Johnny being the link between them, the arrow pointing from predator to prey, because it’s always gonna be Johnny and His Boys, and Daniel knows that, but it’s also why there’s only one name on his lips, no matter how they all respond to it in the end.

ps. it’s a reach, but do you like kinda. old school punk music, because California Uber Alles by the Dead Kennedys is TKK Johnny to a T just in terms of that militaristic surf punk tone and aggression

GOD okay I posted this morning about how I'd been thinking about this ask since I woke up, and it's true, like I've been thinking about it all day. I think I've read it about 10 times!! Again, are you inside my head?? Because the way you perfectly describe the predator-prey dynamic between Daniel and Johnny is how I always think about them in TKK. Like I don't just think it's just your average bully-victim narrative, I always get the sense that Johnny also likes to hunt Daniel, like it's a blood sport to him, and Daniel is his potential trophy?? That's how I always see their weird, intense, heated dynamic and why Johnny is so drawn to Daniel despite hating him. Like Johnny is laser-focused on Daniel at all times, it really makes me think of a hunter or a predator watching his prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

This line from your message in particular has driven me insane today: "there’s a mouth on his throat, another at the thin skin inside his wrist, and teeth nipping dangerously over his femoral artery" ugh god!!!! Like I'm just vividly imagining the way the Cobras would all have Daniel spread out and split between them, like a deer they've caught and are taking their time to devour. And I love the thought of them touching him in this way that's obviously spilling over into something sexual, but that's still a little dangerous? Like the teeth at his throat, and tracing his veins with their mouths and fingers, like Daniel is still very much in danger. But I can see it quickly turning frantic too, making Daniel gag because his mouth is stuffed with fingers, where the Cobras want to feel how wet and pink he is on the inside, and there are more hands clenching around his hips and fingers feeling the spaces between his ribs, and other hands pinning his wrists down. Then there are mouths on his chest and his thighs, sucking dark territorial marks into his skin, using their teeth. Poor Daniel would limp home afterwards (when they do finally let him go) completely covered in bruises and he'd need to hide all of them by wearing jeans and tops with long sleeves so no one sees. He'd be such a mess, covered in bruises and drying spit, maybe with teeth marks in certain places. Tender, sore places he touches later that night and shivers, replaying what they did to him.

And I can just see it escalating really rapidly too, to the point where Daniel's being chased down and cornered by the Cobras every day. And always to enact this dangerous little ritual none of them have put a name to. And they always tease Daniel too, like call him names, and mockingly say how sweet and pretty he is, but it's very obvious that they're addicted to this now and want to touch and taste every inch of him. But at what point is it too much? And will one of them eventually want to stop? Probably not because only Johnny gets to decide what's too much for Daniel and what's exactly enough.

Oh and I have to admit I've never listened to Dead Kennedys before! I don't know much about the era of American punk music!! But I listened to it today and I can definitely see what you mean about it feeling like Johnny. I've never been recc'd a song like that for him before, I love how interesting and insightful that is. Do you have any songs you associate with Daniel? I would love to know!!!

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Okay, so, somewhat of a response I cannot make to a thing I saw pop up on my dash.  I cannot reply directly because the OP is someone who has me blocked (don’t ask).  I just saw this thing re-blogged by someone who is a mutual about fandom-obsession and person showing off their merch.  Their... many things of a same thing... yeah, wow.  More power to you.  Still, wow.    And, yeah, it did make me feel better about my various fandom-obsessions. I don’t own any wearable She-Ra stuff, save for a couple of pins affixed to one of my game-system carriers, mostly because I don’t want to have to explain it to people... but I do own a lot of Zelda-shirts.  Mostly Hyrule-crest, I had one Wind Waker stained glass window shirt that I wore out that I would like to replace. Zelda is a little more of a mainstream fandom, so I feel “less weird” in my geekdom with them.  My shirts are different, though.  Even the Hyrule crest shirts are... one that’s gold, one that’ s green-gold gradation.  And it’s a solid design - just a good royal crest.  Got jewlery, too, because the Triforce makes awesome jewelry.   But... OP’s character-specific obsession makes me look back, specifically,  to my Trigun-obsession from several years back and my ongoing love of Vash the Stampede. I had large official-merch dolls of him, both regular flavor and the toy-only Dark Vash that I used to cuddle like a teddy bear at night. Yeah, I did that, so maybe if they somehow read my post (unlikely) that will make them feel less weird. That was in my 20s.  And I know how weird that is.  But, man... Vash was like... it for me. And I’m glad that he was my main obsession for a while, my “character obession 101″ course because he was the kind of character that people wouldn’t harass you for being “immoral” over liking since he’s the hero of his story and is an interesting combination of a badass pacifist. Now, people would get into arguments with you over a love of Vash back in the days of late ‘90s early ‘00s anime-fandom precisely over the sustainability of his philosophy and the way he goes about it, but it all boils down to the kinds of arguments people have been making about “a time to kill” since the beginning of time and people really couldn’t fault your personal morals in liking the character - a paragon hero. In other words, comparatively, being a Hordak-fan is much harder because we both live in a wankier fandom-age and he’s a villain.  Liking the guy who crushes nations is a tad different than liking the misunderstood outlaw who goes out of his way to not-kill and bears scars from doing everything necessary to save *everyone.*  I do both, going from paragon hero to tragic villain in my character-loves, so I’ve seen the difference.  ... If I ever crossed the streams, Vash would spare Hordak - absolutely no doubt.  He’s with She-Ra on this one.  Hell, Vash would probably try to make an argument for sparing Horde Prime if he could be contained / put in a place where he could no longer harm people. Vash be like that.  *Imagines Vash and Hordak getting into a conversation about having abusive brothers.*   (I actually read a fanfic once where there was a bit of Trigun crossover!  It was a She-Ra main fic that crossed over a lot of different sci-fi through mention of other planets and the Planet Gunsmoke / Nomans Land was one of them, so yes, crossover can be feasable).  God, there’s even some potential parallels in Clones and Plants... (Stop it, Shadsie, you’ve already got that Fallout crossover chewing your brain, you don’t need this)!  By the way, you might see me wink off this blog into the ether when the 2023 reboot of the anime “Trigun: Stampede” comes out.  First loves, you know. Even though by the trailer, I *hate* the new art-style, but...my boy will be back, so yeah.   Anyway, I just felt like rambling.  The OP did make me feel a little better about my weird fandom fixations, because... I’ve never had that many of the same shirt? Not even when I was going to anime conventions in a red longcoat I had commissioned with a garage-kit fake gun and belts over my arms to make a pretend prosthetic doing a cross-dress cosplay of my Fave of All Time.  

[thisisthehardestthing]

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DEDICATED TO @undermattsun​​

Skate Rat! Kyoutani x Reader

So, if you’ve been following me these past two (?) months, you’ll know that I have become obsessed with Miki’s blog. Not only is she a talented writer with a big brain, but she’s funny and cool and a wonderful person to talk to that has not yelled at me for my dumb thoughts and sliding into her dm’s. Yet.

Thank you, Miki, for giving us Skate Rat content and being you.

Warnings: uh, weed, spit, toxic behavior: possessive, jealous? i dunno. Aged up. They’re in college.

:)

Kyoutani sits across the room, the red flame of the lighter flickering in his wild eyes as he lights the bong, chest expanding as the milky smoke vanishes into his body. His eyes close as he holds his breath; you inadvertently hold yours. When they open and the smoke floats up, he doesn’t look any more relaxed, the frown deepening as he passes the contraption to his left. His bleached hair, with coils tight against his scalp, blends into the eggshell-shaded wallpaper of the basement.

You dated Kentaro for a year when you decided to end things with him. Well, dated is a strong term. You banged for a week straight, he would ghost you, then hit you up again three weeks later saying he was “busy” with “stuff”, before seeing you nightly again for a couple more weeks, this pattern on repeat. And fuck it, he looks good. His loose shirt is unbuttoned save for the third, showing off the tattoo saying ‘MAD DOG’ across his sternum in small block letters, underneath multiple slim silver and gold chains.

He knows you’re watching, making it a point to guide the bong to the girl’s lips next to him. You can see his mouth move as he whispers something sickenly encouraging to her– he always liked ‘em green and fresh– but he laughs when she coughs, dainty, tiny hands clutching at the chest of her too-cute dress. You watch her let out a breathy giggle, but she’s scared, her hands trembling from his overpowering pressure (and probably smell, axe body spray mixed with hash). Your eyes roll as you take another sip from the vodka-red bull in a cheap, scratched, yellow Mickey Mouse cup–you found it in a cupboard in the kitchen.

But the cup bounces, missing your lips and splashing onto your white t-shirt when someone falls down next to you.

“Fuck, Oikawa!” you shout, leaning forward so that the drink runs directly to the already stained carpet. You spot a drop of blood from the night Mattsukawa smashed his nose while crushing a can against his forehead. The man in question chuckles, slinging his long legs over yours as he settles into the couch.

“Reparations?” he holds out a half-smoked blunt, and you glance at his strangely slender fingers, before sighing and taking a deep breath. It burns, you cough, and Oikawa grabs it back from you, checking to make sure it didn’t extinguish.

“What is that mixed with?”

He just raises his eyebrows, taking a leisurely drag. As the smoke filters out of his lips, he says, “Iwa rolled it.”

You wrinkle your nose, but then fall back as your heart drops into your stomach and the entire room spins. Groaning, you clutch at your temple, throat raw from just that puff.

“It’s mixed with dokha,” Oikawa whispers into your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. 

You mumble a weak ‘get off’, bumping him back with your shoulder. He’s too close. You feel sick, as though stuck in a vacuum and your feet got sucked in before your head, stomach lurching up– 

“Move,” you curse, shoving Oikawa’s legs from yours as you bend over, head between your knees, eyes screwed tightly shut. Oikawa’s teasing laugh echoes in your ears as you dry heave, forcing yourself to ride the high like a bronco. You’ve had worse, you tell yourself over and over, whispering it as you begin to level out, mellow out, the buzz starting a static that tingles from your toes to your brain.

When you look up again, the room spins, pleasantly. You’re in a galaxy, tumbling through time and space, and you fall back to watch the stars pass by behind your eyelids. Oikawa’s legs find their way back over your knees, but you’re floating too far away to care.

“How does it feel?” he whispers. You can feel the stardust tickling your nose.

“Fantastic.”

You force your eyes open, with more effort than necessary, and your gaze instantly locks with Kyoutani’s. His thick lashes that rim his eyes are a magnet that you find yourself struggling to look away from. That cutesy girl is straddling him, his tattooed hands on the globes of her ass as he guides her grind against his groin. You’d almost feel jealous if it wasn’t for his intense stare licking over your body, swallowing you whole. The girl’s head travels slowly as she sucks on his neck, her fingers poking out from the tops of his hair where she clutches at it. You’re calm, confident even, when your arm lifts and your middle finger extends. It almost feels like you can touch him from across the room. His frown deepens as he rips his stare from you and instead focuses on pulling the girls lips against his.

“Hey, Oikawa,” you chirp, interrupting whatever the fuck he was prattling on about, “wanna fuck?”

Glancing sidelong at his shocked face, you see his lips turn up in a small smile with a shrug, “sure, why not.”

Oikawa lurches to his feet, gentleman-like as he helps you up from the couch, lanky body bending over yours as you find your footing on the constantly osmoting floor. You can feel Kyoutani’s eyes on you as you take Oikawa’s hand to lead him to the stairs of the basement. Hell, even Iwaizumi’s eyes burn into your back as you disappear into the main area of the house.

The lights are brighter here, the smell almost strange as you emerge from the fog and into where Iwaizumi’s mother keeps a clean house. It’s slightly sobering, unfortunately, and you look back at the man dragged by your hands into the bathroom just off the hallway. His eyes shine with excitement, and you sigh as the door closes, locks and his hands find your face.

His fingers have the slightest scent of tobacco to them as his lips press against yours. They’re hard, almost forceful, and you find your nose crunching before you try and relax into the kiss. You haven’t had any action in a while, so you might as well see it through and then dip for the night. The room tilts when your eyes close, letting Oikawa lean over you as you bend back and into him. His palms slide down your neck, squeezing and pawing at your breasts while your mouths slip open and tongues collide.

You think about the eyes that stared at you as you walked from the room, probably knowing exactly where you are, what you’re about to do. It makes your heart pound in your ears, heat flooding to your core, in a steady rhythm. It gets faster, faster and you pull away from oikawa’s mouth with a gasp.

“I swear to God, Toru, you better open this fucking door right fucking now.”

The door rattles in it’s frame as you hear Kyoutani call out in his rough growl from the other side. Oikawa looks down at you, then over his shoulder with a puzzled expression, eyebrows contorting on his pretty face as he pulls himself back from his high-driven lust.

“Are you and Kyo…?” he asks, hands dropping from where they had slipped under your shirt. You shake your head, and Kyoutani bangs on the wood again.

“Toru! I know yo–”

Oikawa whirls around and opens the door fluidly, leaning casually against the frame, “Dude, calm down.”

You peek around Oikawa’s chest, crossing your arms as you stare at the seething man, steam practically billowing from his nose– or it might be the last bong rip remnants. He catches your amused stare, his frown deepening as he pushes past Oikawa, into the bathroom, and between the both of you.

“You can’t sleep with him,” he says over his shoulder to you, keeping a guarded gaze at the man in front of him. Oikawa whistles lowly, whining a ‘dude’, eyes scanning over the situation while your cheeks begin to burn. Did he just–

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t fuck.” You shove Kyoutani on his shoulder, the deep maroon shirt a soft cotton. It takes you by surprise; he always chooses the best fabric. You blink, bringing yourself back to the moment. Back to focus. You’re too high to start an argument.

“Of course I can.”

At Kyoutani’s words, Oikawa quickly raises his hands, saluting a bye to you as he turns on his heel and strides back to the basement, removing himself from the inevitable combustion. Your fists ball tightly, and you quickly shut the door before Kyoutani walks out. It slams closed.

“Why would you think that?” your voice is dangerously low, and Kyo looks over his shoulder at you, eyes slowly tracing up the line of your arm that presses against the wood by his head.

It feels like minutes pass for him to turn around, his body twisting so slowly–head first, then shoulders and chest, then his hips–before he’s finally facing you. The multitude of chains on his neck glints in the ugly fluorescent lighting, and his eggshell hair is stark against the green tiled wall in your peripheral, but his presence swallows you completely. That tattoo is a beacon to your gaze. ‘MAD DOG’, beware, stay back, screams out and you swallow as you lift your stare into his eyes.

The thought of how unfair it is that boys always have such thick lashes crosses your mind, but then Kyoutani licks his lips, and you smell the weed, axe body spray–his scent, just wafting through the air as it fills the bathroom. He shrugs, then chews a hangnail from his left ring finger, not intimidated in the least by your anger.

“You’re mine.”

Suddenly, you’re looking through a crystal glass, his face swirling in a kaleidoscope as memories of his possessiveness rush back into you. A bulldog. He looks at you like a toy, his honey eyes glazing your body until it’s slow and sticky.

“I’m not ‘yours’,” you quote, feeling the heat roll off his body in waves. You take a step back. His hand darts out to hold your neck, strong palms gripping your nape.

“Yes. You are.”

And he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your protests down his gruff throat and pulling you tightly into his chest. It takes you by surprise, your gasp letting him burst into your mouth with tongue and teeth, and you claw to push him away. The hand on your neck controls you, turns you until you hit the sink with your lower back.

“Kyo,” you mumble, turning your head. His lips moving against your jaw with fire, possessiveness leaching into your skin. “Kyo, stop.”

He’s harder than you remember, your hands gliding down his chest as you push weakly at his sternum. Each touch of his pillowy lips has your knees buckling. His free hand thumbs the hem of your shirt, and you remember something,

“Isn’t that girl looking for you?”

Kyoutani falters, pulling back to stare at you with apparent confusion.

“What girl?”

You beat at his chest, finally able to shove him away. He truly has a one track mind; when he has his sights on something, nothing else matters.

“The one downstairs, that was all over you, that you were all over.”

You press two fingers into the side of his neck where she left a faint mark.

Realisation flickers in his eyes before a lopsided smirk takes over. He grabs the edge of the sink with his tattooed knuckles, pinning his hips against yours. The clouds that are his lips come tantalisingly close to yours again. You scowl.

“You jealous?”

Oh god, you roll your eyes, “you’re the one that ran after me.”

He frowns, mouth turning down, erection crushing painfully into the bone of your groin.

“She’s dumb, can’t handle her weed, and I’m not going to take care of that right now.”

The snort that comes out of your nose surprises you. The feeling of anger towards Kyoutani reluctantly begins to melt away, although you’re slightly worried about leaving that girl alone with the boys downstairs.

“I don’t think I was actually going to fuck Oikawa,” you admit, stretching your arms past his head and resting them in a dangle on his shoulders. You stare into his eyes, stuck like a fly in their syrup.

He slams his lips into yours, the force bending you backwards so that your forearms lock behind his neck to keep yourself close. You’re more prepared for the onslaught of his kiss, tongues dancing to the memory of how it used to be. Fuck, no ones a better kisser than Kyoutani. And you’re breathless when he pulls away to peel the shirt over your head, fingers heading straight for the clasp of your bra. The one track mind flooding back. 

Then again, on weed, you always feel like you’d die if you weren’t fucked right away, desperation seeping into your bones.

Your fingers undo the single button keeping his shirt closed, pushing it off his body and to the floor while he sucks and nibbles on your earlobe. His mouth is hot against your cold skin. You vaguely register that the door is unlocked, but when he grinds against the seam of your jeans, your thoughts are replaced with just how much you missed being touched by him.

Your bare chests press together, disrupting your thoughts of why you stopped sleeping with him. Your nipples harden against the cool metal and small raised ink of his multiple tattoos. The intricate lines of the moth on his breast has you fluttering, and you moan into his mouth.

“Off.” Kyoutani pulls at the loops of your pants, commanding you, making you unbutton your jeans in between sloppy kisses.

You kick the heel of your left shoe off, and your mouth is suddenly lonely when he drops to his knees and drags the pants down your legs hastily. You tug your leg out of the jeans so that you can widen your knees, and hop onto the edge of the sink. Kyo’s rough palms push your chest back until your head hits the mirror and the faucet presses into your spine, but your discontent is cut off when he forces his head between your knees to bite at the tender meat of your inner thighs.

He takes a deep sniff, nose nuzzling into your panties, and you feel your chest flare up, holding your breath.

“You stink,” Kyoutani says with a grin, staring up at you with glazed eyes. Embarrassment burns in your face, you feel yourself crashing down and you kick his shoulder.

“Shut up, it’s not supposed to smell like roses,” you huff, almost closing your legs around his head. He chuckles, deep and throaty, and stops you, a hand keeping one knee open wide. His other comes to your mound, and you feel his thumb pawing just off-centre to your clit.

“A bit to the right, asshole.”

He grumbles, but his finger shifts and you moan, your voice echoing against the tiles, bouncing into your body as you grip the edge of the sink, abdomen tightening. You know it drives him wild to hear you, and your eyes close to revel in the pleasure that’s beginning to build.

“Nah, keep your eyes on me.” Kyotani stops his movements, thumb dropping lower as he feels the slick that’s seeping through the cotton, tucking the fabric between your folds. You glare down at him, eyes shooting open, and shift your ass on the cold ceramic that’s starting to bruise your bones. You feel the static starting in your toes, and you scrunch them at that same time that his tongue presses, flat and wide.

You flinch at how wet his mouth is, (does he even get cotton mouth?) how he knows exactly how to press against your skin to have you grinding your clit against his nose as he laps you up and leaves you thoroughly soaked, tingling. His lips move to suck on your sensitive nerves and you feel those first waves travel through you. Struggling to keep your balance on the sink edge, you arch your back from the faucet, gripping his hair as you pant and groan into your orgasm.

“Oh God,” you moan as he pulls away, licking his lips as he watches your rolling eyes and twitching thighs.

“No, just me,” he smirks, grabbing your jaw with rough fingers and bringing you forward. You wince as the skin beneath your ass rubs over the bone, peeling from the ceramic. You focus on his eyes, the golden glint in them, and at his contorting lips. 

He spits into your mouth.

He lets it fall onto your soft tongue, watching it as it slides down and you swallow it. Your tart taste zings your nerves, and your eyes roll up at how dirty that just was. He chuckles, fingers sliding down to grasp at your hips and pull you off the sink.

Your knees are weak, but you stand, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Your right foot is asleep in your shoe, and you lean onto your left.

“That was gross,” you moan, but you still feel your core clenching in need for more. You grab the back of his head and bring his mouth to yours, licking a long stripe up his jaw. The slight stubble of a fresh shave pricks at your tongue, and you bite his ear. He shudders, pulling his body tighter against yours. The buckle of his belt presses into your stomach, a cold metal, an off-white knock off.

“Do you have a condom?” you whisper, letting your breath tickle his cartilage, feeling the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck. You run his chains through your fingers as he turns his head, raising an eyebrow.

“No, we don’t need one.”

Suddenly your chest combusts, and you burst out laughing, forehead falling to his shoulder.

“I do not know where your dick’s been these past few months, Kyo.”

He shrugs, his right hand moving to rub teasing circles into your hip, his other hand lifting your head with your hair.

“You don’t know where my tongue’s been either, and you just came all over it.”

Your mouth shuts, you huff, and push a single finger into his chest, “no rubber, no lovin’, baby.”

He groans, rolling his head, his neck cracking lightly.

“I’m clean.”

“Kyo, no.”

“Just a thigh fuck?”

You give him a pointed stare–you want him in you–and untuck the wedgie of your panties from your folds, beginning to pull your foot back into your jeans. His hand flies to your shoulders, his other digging deep into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

“Wait, wait, fine, I’ve got one here.”

You smile. You knew it. You did date him for a year.

While he fiddles with his velcro billfold, you tug on his belt, loosening it until it falls open and his pants sag. Your hands stroke languidly up his hard length, while he angrily rips into the golden foil packet with his teeth. He smacks your hand away, and you pout, but watch as he unfurls his thick cock from his underwear. The thought of being stretched out by him again has your toes tingling and fingers twitching. His pants are pulled down to just below his ass–he has the kind that juts out and perks up.

Kyo’s lips find yours again, warm and quick. You feel him fiddling between your bodies, unrolling the condom down his shaft. Once it’s on, his hand grabs your hair, fist tight until you whine at the tug, your neck stretching out for him.

“I really hate condoms,” he grunts, then pulls your skin between his teeth as he sucks a blooming blue mark onto the column of your throat. 

His free hand wanders to your pussy, fingers sliding over the drenched cotton, peeling it to one side so that a thick finger slides inside. You find your fingers in his hair, tugging it as he pumps inside you, his lips never leaving your neck. Your skin bruises, glistens with his spit as he breathes behind your ear, nipping at the lobe. You pull him back against your lips.

As your mouths collide, his cockhead taps at your folds, his fingers circling around your waist to grab at your hips.

“Turn around.”

You glance down to double check, before turning around and come face-to-face with your bloodshot eyes, puffy lips and bitten skin. You watch as Kyoutani spits into his palm, the sound echoing along with your heaving breathing.

“How romantic,” you deadpan while he smooths it over his covered cock. 

He glares up at you, but smirks when he glances back down at your back, the curve of your ass. You make a show of peeling your underwear down until just below your rear, showcasing your cunny for him. Kyoutani grunts, fingers instantly reaching to spread your skin apart.

“Shit, I’ve missed this pussy,” he mumbles, more to himself than you, but you shiver, arching your back. You missed his dick, but you’d never tell him that.

“Fuck me, Kyo” you moan, catching his eyes in the reflection, the malicious smile that spreads on his lips.

“If you insist.”

Then the cold tip of the condom presses against your folds, your slick ample enough that he starts to slip inside. Your fingers grip the ceramic, your eyes rolling back as you feel that stretch that only he can give you. 

Kyoutani enters you slowly, savoring the way you pulse and unfurl around him as he disappears inch by inch inside your beautiful body. A body that was made for his cock, for him. That thought raises goosebumps on his arm, his lower lip pulling between his teeth. Not enough of you is marked as his.

You wriggle against him, whining to feel completely full. His warm palm presses against your middle-back, deepening the arch, his other hand grabbing a handful of ass that sends a dull throb of pain that makes you clench around him. You briefly see his eyes flutter, but when he sees you smiling triumphantly, he slams in, fully sheathed.

You yelp, jerking forward, palm slamming to the mirror before your head hits it.

“Careful,” you pant, breathing deeply, moaning as he leans over you and places a gentle kiss to the top of your shoulder.

That’s the last thing he does you remember coherently. His hips pull out, and he begins his relentless pace, pistoning so that you shake against the sink. He has you bumping into the edge of the ceramic until you’re sure you have bruises against the bone. Curses tumble out of your lips, his name floating around you as endless pleasure pours through your pores.

You don’t know if it’s the high, but you can see stars. Each rut into you pulling your core tighter, clenching around him as his cock kisses your cervix. You vaguely register that warm palm pushing you down even lower, your cheek grazing against the cool metal of the faucet. A particularly rough thrust has your hand flailing, the water turning on and running cold against your heated flesh. Is it misting? You gasp up when it pours into your mouth, water dripping down your chest and between your breasts as he laughs. You brace yourself against the mirror.

In your shock, your body tightens, the slick between your legs spreading messily as he continues to pound into you. You’re just so wet and he’s so warm. A little too warm.

“Fuck, tell me you’re mine,” Kyoutani growls, staring at the way he disappears into your willing body, your aching body. You grit your teeth in defiance. His fingers reach around to rub tantalising circles into your clit, his teeth graze the smooth skin of your back as his moans sink into your skin. Your head drops back in ecstasy.

“Say it!” he barks, thrusts getting sloppier, but his fingers drift away from your clit.

“I’m yours!” you plea, your mouth to keep that coil from unravelling. You feel that pressure, the electricity as it courses up your spine. “I’m yours.”

It’s all you repeat, begging him not to stop until you see nothing but green and yellow and white and, fuck. Your orgasm has you collapsing, your knees buckling in so that you’re held up only by the edge of the sink and Kyo’s hands around your waist, still circling your clit as you draw him into your cunt.

He moans your name, shuddering to a halt inside you, cheek resting sweatily against your skin. You catch your breath, the ascension of your orgasm has you floating and every single hair on your body prickles with hypersensitivity. It almost hurts. The water from the faucet drips off your chest, your hands sliding on the rim of the sink, your thighs slipping together–

Wait.

No.

“Mother fucker!” you groan, shaking him off you as you turn around to stare at his bare dick, the condom discarded and forlorn on the floor. “How fucking dare you.”

 “You told me you’re mine,” he shrugs, wiping the left over cum leaking from the head and licking it with a satisfied grin. Tucking himself back into his pants and picking up his shirt, he continues, “you’ve still got an IUD, right?” 

You just stare incredulously at his cockiness. He pulls the burgundy hand towel from a rung and places it in your limp hand. Your skin crawls, feeling violated, but you’d be lying if you weren’t still turned on by his blatant disregard of your feelings.

“Asshole.”

He smiles, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, “thanks, I’ll call you.”

You know he won’t. You grab his chains, ensnaring his swollen lips with yours, before he leaves you messy, naked and bruised. Exactly how you like it. 

------

<3 I hope you liked it Miki.

I wanted to make Oikawa cry, but didn’t know how.

This is extra, I thought about writing it in but didn’t know how to end it so:

He smiles, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, “thanks, I’ll call you.”

You know he won’t. You grab his chains, ensnaring his swollen lips with yours, your hands snake between your thighs.

Smack! You slap some of his dripping cum against his cheek, laughing as he angrily wipes at it with the back of his hand.

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“myla! daniel! come get your lunchboxes”. yeonjun reminds, shoving another small pack of cookies into daniel’s just before zipping it shut. the two uniformed children rushed downstairs at once, apparently having a race seeing who could grab their lunchbox the fastest. yeonjun always ignored their petty little games unless they started physically fighting over them.

“good morning logan”. yeonjun coos, buckling his car seat. it was odd that the infant was always wide awake in the morning. yeonjun thought if he was a baby he would use that to his advantage and get all the sleep he wanted. but logan enjoyed being awake, as if he was afraid he was going to miss something. “are you ready for daycare?”. yeonjun smiles a little more at the baby prior to hearing heels clash against the kitchen floor.

he didn’t need to look up to know that it was leah, putting her morning coffee in her thermos like she did every morning. except today she was ignoring almost the whole house. specifically yeonjun. she barely looked at him nevertheless talked to him. and yeonjun hated when she acted that way in front of the children. it was already bad enough that myla overheard them arguing. he didn’t want to cause anymore scenes.

“come on guys lets go to the car we’re going to be late”.

yeonjun gathers them in the vehicle making sure all seat belts were on and that logan was safely strapped in himself. he places the diaper bag on the backseat floor before shutting the door and sliding into the front seat. as soon as yeonjun closed the door though he was hit with an over powering smell that crept down the back of his throat. he covered his nose and looked through the rear view mirror knowing exactly where the smell was coming from.

“ew daniel! you stink”. myla whines hiding her nose underneath her shirt.

“how much of my body spray did you use?”.

“what? I used just enough to get me some attention”.

“you’re going to get some attention alright. when you use body spray daniel you use it in modesty. don’t pour the whole bottle on yourself. go in the house and get another uniform shirt out of your drawer”.

he sighs, unbuckling his seat belt to run inside. leah shortly passed him on his way. she made her way to the car and opened the passenger seat door, sliding in and putting her purse on the floor beside her. yeonjun stared at her annoyingly. he turned some soft morning music on the radio to drown out their conversation being that myla was still in the car.

“don’t do this this morning”. he mumbles.

“I’m not doing anything. just drop me off to work yeonjun”. she mumbles back with an eye roll.

“why do you always have to do this in front of the kids? why? you can’t even pretend that we’re on good terms you just want to act like a nuisance no matter what?”.

“that’s your problem yeonjun. you want to fake everything. you want to me to fake my way through our circumstances, fake my way through this marriage and fake my happiness. I’m not doing it anymore”.

yeonjun chews on his lower lip. “why didn’t you just say that in the first place? why didn’t you just tell me you weren’t happy?”.

“you wouldn’t understand”.

“why wouldn’t I? why wouldn’t I want to make the mother of my children happy? if that’s what it takes in order for you to be who I know you can be I’d be willing to do anything”.

“you wouldn’t understand yeonjun”. she repeats, making that her last word before she turned away to look out of the window. even when daniel finally got back in the car yeonjun sat there quietly, wondering what she was talking about. he hated how difficult she was making this. if she didn’t want to be married to him that’s all she had to say. but she wasn’t saying that.

yeonjun was glad when he finally dropped her off to the real estate company she’s been working at for years now. she got out the car without saying a word. yeonjun wanted to remind her that since he picked up the kids yesterday it would be her turn today. but he didn’t even bother. he knew she was going to act like it slipped her mind and he didn’t want his children waiting around like they were last time. so he put the pickup for today in his own hands.

“daddy? the book fair is coming and I want to buy books”. myla whines in the backseat. yeonjun was kind of glad she started talking, he was trying to avoid his thoughts as much as possible.

“okay just tell me when it comes and I’ll give you money myla”.

“since myla is getting new books can I get a new game?”. daniel chimes in.

“daniel why do you always want a video game? you should start reading books like your sister”.

“no one reads books these days. what’s the point of reading?”.

“there are so many things wrong with what you just said”. yeonjun playfully prayed for the boy hoping that one day some sense will finally come to him. but for now he’ll let him be the young boy that he was. next, he cruises his way to logan’s daycare telling the kids to sit tight while he brought the infant inside.

the caretakers smiled lovingly at the sight of logan, they thought he was such a cute and good baby--much more well behaved than the others at least. upon arrival the brown skin woman smiled her widest, reaching her hands out for him.

“ah there he is! good morning logan!”.

yeonjun tries to lean the baby forward so she could grab him but instead he clings to his father’s sweater.

“come on logan don’t you want to go play and have fun?”. yeonjun coos. he tries to instead lift him and physically hand him to her. but it wasn’t long before he curled his bottom lip and started crying in absolute distress.

“aw logan. can you give us a minute?”. yeonjun asks while taking him back. the caretakers grant him another moment while yeonjun turns around and softly bounces the baby until he was quiet again. he whispers,

“what’s the matter? you don’t want to go to daycare today? daddy has to work”.

the infant only sniffles, wrapping his puny arms around his father’s neck.

“I have to work so I can buy you and your siblings all the toys and stuff that you want. don’t you want toys?”.

yeonjun knew logan could barely understand a word he said. but he loved talking to him anyway. he reaches in his pocket trying to find something he could give the baby to make him last without him throughout the day. he was grateful to have found a baby blue handkerchief. it wasn’t a toy of any sort, but it was something.

“look! look what i found”. yeonjun playfully gasps. at the sight of the small piece of fabric, logan reaches his hand out to grab it. he played with a little before a small smile crept on doughy cheeks. he buries his small nose in it, happy that it smelled just like his father. yeonjun kisses his forehead.

“if you be good i’ll give you some ice cream tonight okay?”.

he carefully walks him back over being able to successfully hand him off to the caretakers without a problem. he was still looking down at the handkerchief and smelling it and playing with it and yeonjun hoped that could possibly last him. he gives them the diaper bag and gifts them one last goodbye before he was on his way to drop his last couple of kids off.

well, drop myla off. because daniel hated when yeonjun dropped him off. he was obsessed with becoming a cool kid and he thought being dropped off by his dad just wasn’t cool at all. but being the loving dad that yeonjun was, he embarrassed him anyway.

“daddy loves you daniel!”. he’d shout while his son walked down the hallway to his fourth grade classroom. “dad stop!”. he’d whine back hoping none of his friends would hear. but yeonjun only laughed and did it again before he had to take myla to her own kindergarten classroom.

it was a no brainer that by the time yeonjun walked in the door adriana was all eyes. as he signed myla in and kissed her on her cheeks he held eye contact with adriana even as she was across the classroom helping other students. the dress that she wore--- sent heat to yeonjun’s cheeks. she smirks knowing full well he was loving the view of the way her body moved in it, and he licks his lips shortly before leaving for work. but god, if it was up to him he’d take her to his car and pound her until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

he cursed himself for thinking about it throughout the day even while he was at work. while he was producing music it was hard for him to focus on the lyrics at hand especially with sex on his mind.

“damn did you and leah have a good time last night?”. taehyun asks while smirking, snapping yeonjun out of his daydreams.

“what? not even”. yeonjun quickly laughs it off to avoid confrontation. “I haven’t touched her in months”.

“you’re touching someone, with the way you’ve been daydreaming all day”. taehyun laughs. yeonjun checks his watch and shoves his coat on.

“shut up taehyun. I have to go get the kids. the lyrics are finished”.

“whatever. text me after you’re done touching whoever your touching”.

yeonjun sticks up his middle finger until he fully disappeared down the hallway and finally into his car. he got to the school in no time flat, although when he arrived he could still see daniel and his team still practicing in the gym. he checked his watch a couple more times trying to find out if maybe he came a bit earlier than usual.

he had to, because he’s never caught any teacher in the hallway before. at the sound of heels clashing against the linoleum floor he glares up to see adriana sashaying down the hallway, as she was just finished locking up her classroom for the evening, sharing glances with her phone before she finally noticed him and stopped dead in her tracks.

and just like that they bustled into the confinements of the janitor’s closet, hungrily tongue kissing each other like they would never do it again. the gray skin tight dress that yeonjun came to love dearly in such a short amount of time was now being lifted and she was perched perfectly against the door like yeonjun wanted her to be since he first saw her this morning. he snatched her lacy black panties down her ankles in a series of movements-- groaning and wrapping her legs around his waist in need.

with the both of them still coating each others tongues in their own shared saliva yeonjun sneaks his hands into her hair, he grabbed hold and jerked her head back against the door and she could feel the measly pinch at the base of her hair follicle but she didn’t care. the both of their lips met in force and their tongues battled stroke for stroke, each fighting it’s own stressors of life, yeonjun and his broken marriage and adriana with the abusive ex she had yet to tell him about.

but they delighted in the delectation of desperate rough sex. where adriana felt her panties get sticky with just one swift movement and where yeonjun became hard just hearing how heavy she was breathing. he gropes her ass hard and with a grunt, latching his lips onto another sector of her neck in which she wallowed in, enjoying the suction of his delicate pink lips on her skin. he nipped it lightly until they were now conjoined, hip against hip with his dick entering her and her slick core smothering it in it’s wake. the short breathless gasps she made when he stuck himself inside her was what he lived for. and he wouldn’t trade those sounds for any other sexual noise in this world.

he dug his nails further into the fatty globes of her ass thrusting so hard that her body was steadily hitting the door. if he was in his right mind he would actually consider making less noise but with the strain on his nerves lately he made a secret vow to fuck the living hell out of adriana; there was no way he was backing down now. she struggled to regain breath and sight in the midst of his determined thrusts but she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted it more than anything. with her lips parted, eyes half lidded, she erotically moans and stutters over her words barely able to dish out a syllable before his hips snapped into her again.

“ggod yeonjun--”. she pants, clawing her own fingernails into his back.

“I knew you were wet but fuck“. he groans, seating himself deeper inside her. he reaches a hand down to her clit, mentally agreeing that it was the softest, wettest thing he ever felt in his life. he circled it a bit in one firm stroke and tightened his grip on her hair. she winces. his eyes, gradually darkening into hers---he waited until he had a good amount of her slick around his fingers before he sunk them into his mouth while goading into her eyes menacingly. he could feel her pulse harder around his dick the more he sucked and licked his fingers in front of her face like that, as if it wasn’t something she desperately wanted him to do to her.

“you want me to eat your pussy like this adriana?”.

at the sound of his husky voice she could just crumble beneath him. but he furthered his agenda of absolutely ruining her, dragging his tongue up her chin and into her mouth and once he found her tongue--he starts sucking it lightly. she whimpered against his mouth at the brutality of his hips, still demolishing her and making her legs feel like a keening mess. the faster yeonjun felt his orgasm approaching the harder he gripped her hair. she was practically voiceless, unable to control the responses she gave each time he slammed his himself into her. she was nothing mere of a toy at this point, but she had no problem with being just that.

yeonjun found himself obsessed at how abnormally wet she was, consistently reaching his hand down just to toy with her throbbing clit. adriana felt herself shudder at his relentless fingers and she whined into the crook of his neck. with no warning he shoves his coated fingers between her lips and kisses that spot of hers---the one that was just a couple of inches below her ear before he whispers into it softly.

“if we had time I’d suck the cum out of you”.

as if he weren’t pounding her enough she grew weaker at the sound of his voice and her orgasm was coming within seconds. she tasted herself on his fingers; salty but savory filling the buds on her tongue. yeonjun was biting his lips tearing himself into her repeatedly. adriana thought that if this was the way he looked when he was close to cumming she could watch him cum over and over again.

the intrusive mix of their fluids spiraled down the both of their legs as their chests heave and her back arch against the door.  yeonjun crashes his lips against hers just one more time before pulling away and smirking down at her worn out features. as if on cue, the coaches whistle blows signifying the end of daniel’s basketball practice.

[castleshadows]

Baby Fever

When Casteel and Poppy go to meet Kieran's new little sister, Casteel underestimates just how much seeing his wife with a baby will affect him.

18+ Content: Smut

Requested by Anonymous

Written May 28, 2021

Kieran’s new baby sister was one of the most loved babies Casteel had ever seen. Practically the entirety of Evaemon was in and out of the Contou residence, bringing presents and good words, or just a request to hold the little girl. She wasn’t even six months old, and yet she had a collection of toys so large he doubted it would all fit in one room. He supposed that was what happened when you were born a Contou. The whole family was famously one of the warmest households in Atlantia, and the children had been adored by all from the moment they entered the world.

Currently, however, the large town house was empty save for he, Poppy, and the Contous themselves. The house was quiet, their footsteps the only sound as Poppy followed him down the long hallway. He made several turns, so many that his wife looked like she was about to kick something. Hopefully not him. But then again… He wouldn’t be entirely opposed to it.

Casteel reached back and gripped Poppy’s hand, tugging her to walk alongside him. He threaded his fingers through hers, meeting her eyes as he brought their joined hands up to his lips, giving the back of Poppy’s fingers a slight kiss. He relished the way she blushed, the pink spreading across her cheeks and overpowering the slight dusting of freckles across her nose. Her emerald eyes glinted brightly from the sunlight pouring through the window behind them, and as always, the light of the eather shone behind her pupils.

Today, she was yet again wearing that deep blue dress that had become a favorite of hers. The first time he’d seen her in it had damn near knocked him off of his feet, and it was no different when she’d stepped out of the closet this morning. His eyes freely perused her body, and her sweet scent heightened, the familiar smell of honeydew wafting towards his nose. Casteel smirked, the corner of his lip peeling up to reveal the tip of a fang. Poppy glanced at it and then to the side at the dimple that had no doubt formed in his cheek.

“Whenever you two are done…”

Poppy’s eyes shifted away from him to glance at Kieran, who was leaning against the wall several yards away. The door next to him was cracked open and Casteel could hear the sounds of quiet conversation drifting through the opening. A baby’s laugh sounded in the near silence and Casteel smiled.

He hadn’t been around when Netta was born, having been taken the month before. He hadn’t gotten to meet her until she was well into adulthood. As the Prince of Atlantia, he’d held many babies before. Some willingly, others practically shoved into his hands as their parents stood by, eyes filled with giddy excitement. However, being the Dark One had been a full time job, and playing with children hadn’t exactly been at the top of his priority list.

“Sorry Kieran,” Poppy said, practically sauntering towards the door, though her smile told him that she was not even remotely sorry. Casteel couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t either.

“You don’t sound sorry at all,” Kieran echoed dryly. He didn’t say anything more, only held open the door as Poppy passed through.

As Casteel made to follow her inside, Kieran put a hand on his shoulder, a knowing look spreading across his face. What the wolven thought he knew was beyond Casteel. Kieran only smirked and patted his back, sending him inside after Poppy.

He probably would’ve been weirded out had he not been used to it by now. It seemed that Kieran liked confusing people with vague statements or looks that no one could understand

The nursery was brightly lit, several windows lining the walls and letting in the soft afternoon sunlight. Kirha and Jasper sat on a plush rug, the former leaning back against her husband’s chest as he raked his fingers through her hair. The baby sat against her mother’s stomach, chewing on her little fist and waving the other hand around in the air as she cooed. At five and a half months she already undoubtedly resembled her family. Her hair was a bright silver, and curled in short strands on top of her head. Her eyes were the ice-blue of the wolven and her skin the same shade as Kieran’s, a dark brown-beige.

Poppy had stopped just in front of him and was also staring at the little girl, her face a mixture of awe and awww. Casteel chuckled, and moved to sit on the carpet, bringing Poppy to do the same.

Kieran came up behind them and handed Casteel a drink. He offered one to Poppy, but she didn’t seem to see it, so he set it on the side table instead.

“How are you two?” Kirha asked once everyone was settled in, “I know it’s been a difficult few months for both of you, and I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to come check on you Cas.”

Her gaze was loving and concerned and felt like a hot mug of tea on a cold night. Kirha had always been like a second mother to Casteel and he was extremely grateful for her naturally kind nature. He loved his own mother to death, but she didn’t have the same warm feeling that Kirha did.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, taking a sip of his drink, “And I’m fine, really.”

Kirha gave him that look that meant she knew he was lying, but she seemed to sense that he didn’t want to talk about it and backed off.

His time spent with the Ascended had always been a sensitive subject. He didn’t like to talk about it, for doing so always brought back memories he’d worked hard to bury. This recent capture was no different.

Casteel shoved any thoughts of the Ascended to the back of his mind, instead focusing on the present, something he’d learned to do many years ago.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she said, turning her attention back to her daughter who was now chewing on the hem of Kirha’s shirt. She patiently wrestled the fabric from the girl’s mouth, and gave her a wooden rattle instead. Immediately the room was filled with the sound of wooden beads clacking against each other.

“Sorry,” Kirha said, adjusting herself to better face them, “She just started teething.”

“Already?” Casteel asked in surprise. Usually wolven pup’s teeth didn’t start growing in until around seven or eight months old.

“We were surprised too,” Jasper replied, “Sabel’s been a quick developer so far, though the Healers predict she will slow down soon. She’s been the fastest of all our children so far.”

“Who was the slowest?” Poppy blurted out. Kieran sighed, and Casteel could vaguely hear him complaining under his breath about random questions. He only smiled, amused by his wife’s random curiosity. Kieran them muttered the word stupid.

Not taking his eyes off of his wife he punched Kieran in the shin to get him to shut up. It worked.

Kirha laughed, “Kieran definitely,” Jasper nodded his agreement, “He was extremely content to take his time with everything, including during labor. I almost swore off children after that.”

“Oh gods Mother, not again,” Kieran complained and Casteel laughed, knowing Kirha was probably about to launch into the story of all the things the Healers tried to coax Kieran out into the world.

Instead she only leaned back more fully against Jasper and smiled at her eldest’s pained expression. “Don’t worry, that story is for dinner guests only.”

“Well maybe we’ll have to stay for dinner then,” Poppy said innocently, and Kieran glared at her.

Sabel made another cooing sound and Poppy glanced towards the baby.

“What did you say her name was again?” She asked Kirha.

“Sabel,” the wolven responded as Sabel threw her wooden rattle across the floor, continuing to chew on her knuckles when she realized it was gone.

Jasper snorted, grabbed the rattle, and handed it back to his daughter who immediately threw it again.

“Can I hold her?”

Kirha nodded, picking the girl up and handing her carefully to Poppy, who looked like she was more scared than excited to hold the little wolven.

Out of the corner of Casteel’s eye, Kieran reached out a hand and tapped his shoulder. He turned and raised a brow, nodding when he read the silent request in the wolven’s eyes. They stood up and dismissed themselves quietly.

“So… How do you like having another sister?” Casteel said when they had moved towards the back of the room.

“I’m nervous, and excited I suppose,” he paused for a moment, “I wasn’t there to watch Vonetta grow up. I mean I was there, but not really.”

Casteel didn’t say anything. It was rare that Kieran talked openly about how he felt, and he’d learned from experience that the wolven would shut down the moment anyone responded. So instead he stood there quietly, watching Poppy as he listened.

Her copper hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail at some point, a style that she had discovered several months ago and had been obsessed with ever since. In her arms was Sabel, who had her tiny little fingers wrapped around two of Poppy’s much larger ones. His wife giggled and the little baby smiled widely, making Poppy’s eyes shine. She carefully wrestled away her fingers, smiling back at the little girl as she covered her face with her hand. Little Sabel reached for the finger she’d had a hold of earlier, but before she could grab them, Poppy revealed her face and quietly booed the little girl. Sabel shrieked with laughter, bringing a smile to Poppy’s face. Casteel’s lips parted at the beautiful expression. She did it again and Sabel laughed even harder, which sent his Queen into a fit of giggles. Kirha and Jasper watched on with fondness, but he barely noticed them as Poppy continued to make the baby laugh. She brought her hand down and tickled Sabel’s small tummy which brought forth another round of frankly adorable laughter.

Poppy moved Sabel so that she sat against her chest and little hands came up to grab a fistful of copper hair. As patiently as a mother would, she pulled the little girl’s hand away, instead letting Sabel grip her thumb. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kirha and Jasper get up to retrieve drinks, but he was unable to take his eyes off of his wife. The whole world seemed to shrink down to her, and suddenly they were no longer standing in the Contou’s town house, but their own chambers. Poppy was sitting on the rug cradling their own baby, with dark copper hair and bright golden eyes. There would be freckles across her nose, and eather in her eyes, and her laugh would be perfect, just like her mothers. She would giggle and smile at everything, and when she grew older she would ask question after question. But, Casteel would never mind. He would answer them all and more, teaching her everything he knew, feeding her curiosity, and encouraging it. He would read her stories and tell her about the lamea, which would piss Poppy off... On second thought maybe he wouldn’t tell her about the lamea. No one really needed to know about a creature with fins for legs and tails for arms. With that thought, the vision popped like a bubble and fell away, revealing reality once again.

Poppy no longer sat on the rug. Instead she was near Kirha, handing her a wriggling wolven pup.

“I should’ve warned you, sorry about that” Kirha was saying, “She was pretty calm today so I figured she wouldn’t shift too much, but it was bound to happen eventually.”

“It’s no problem,” Poppy replied, “It just took me by surprise that’s all.”

“Casteel?”

A hand waved in front of his face and Casteel jerked, suddenly remembering that Kieran was still standing beside him.

“Are you done creepily staring at your wife or would you like to continue,” he said dryly, leaning one arm against the wall.

“No I’m done, sorry,” Casteel shifted a bit, trying to assuage the slight heat in his groin. Good gods, was he aroused? That seemed wrong. But then again, the thought of Poppy as a mother, holding a swaddled infant in her hands as they built a family together…

The love in his heart wasn’t the only thing that swelled.

Kieran cast him a knowing look.

“Look Cas. You’re my brother. You know that. But, I swear to the gods if you do not get yourself under control right now I will shove you out a window, because I do not want to have to smell your arousal all day.”

Casteel was about to respond with another apology, when he noticed Poppy making her way over to the two of them.

“Hello,” she said, plucking her previously ignored drink from the side table, and dragging a small wooden chair over to sit in front of them.

Casteel crouched so that they were even, and locked eyes with her, letting his desire show plainly in his gaze. He finished his drink off, smirking as a blush started to creep across Poppy’s cheeks and down towards her breasts.

“Good gods, you two,” Kieran groaned, “Please for fuck’s sake go get a room.”

“I think we’ll do just that, won’t we Poppy?” Casteel raised a brow, holding out his hand and setting his empty glass on the ground.

Poppy placed her smaller hand in his and allowed him to pull her out of the room, even as Kirha asked where they were going.

“We’re not going to have sex here, are we?” Poppy asked, eyeing the door that led to the nursery.

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know,” she paused, “It feels rude I guess.”

“Not if it’s in my own quarters.” He said, leading her up a flight of stairs.

“You have quarters here?”

“I have quarters pretty much everywhere, Poppy. When you’re a Prince of Atlantia, you tend to rack up a lot of places to stay. Besides, the Contous are like a second family to me. I have designated rooms in pretty much any house they own.”

They stepped into a short hallway, his chambers the fourth door on the right. With every step the anticipation grew, until Casteel was aware of every place they touched. Every piece of skin Poppy’s body brushed up against. He could smell the sweet scent of honeydew coming off of his wife, and his mouth watered. He longed to get his mouth in between Poppy’s thighs. To taste every drop of arousal that coated the inside of her cunt.

His hands shook slightly as he opened the door to his quarters. Poppy started to look around the room, emerald gaze snagging on the various furniture and decorations. Casteel however, wasn’t as patient, tugging at Poppy’s arm to get her to face him.

“What?” she chuckled, the laugh turning into a gasp when Casteel reached a hand to cup her breast.

“I’m sorry to have pulled you out so quickly,” he said, running his finger along the curve of her chest and then in tight circles around her nipple, never quite brushing where she wanted him to. He smirked as she squirmed under his touch. “But seeing you like that… I couldn’t control myself. I needed…” He paused, “I just needed.”

“You always say that,” Poppy replied, “But you never tell me what you need.”

She lifted her hands and ran them across his chest, her fingers making their way down his stomach and stopping at the waistband of his breeches. Each place she touched erupted into goosebumps, and he could feel his pants getting tighter.

“That’s because I don't know what I need, Poppy,” he buried his face in her neck, licking a nipping at the sensitive skin there. She moaned, “My mind is so completely and utterly consumed by you that I’m unable to form another coherent thought.”

He brought a hand up to her cheek, cupping in and then sinking his fingers into her long hair. The other hand he used to deftly untie the thong that was holding her hair in place. Free from their constraints the copper strands fanned out across her back, falling several inches lower.

Poppy took her own hands, and gripped his backside, pulling him to grind against her stomach. He let out a low moan and allowed her to cover his mouth with her own. It wasn’t a soft kiss by any means.

His heart raced as she moved her mouth possessively along his, their lips sliding across each other’s. Their teeth clacked together, tongues meeting. Casteel used her hair to pull her closer, still grinding his cock against her lower abdomen. He ran his tongue lightly across the roof of her mouth, smirking as best he could when she jerked at the sensation. He did it again as he brought his hands to grab the backs of her thighs, pulling her up so that his cock was pressed against her softness. She wrapped her arms around his back pulling him in impossibly closer. Sinking her hands into his hair, she pulled away just long enough to gasp “Bed.”

And then they were on each other again, frantically pulling as clothes, limbs, hair, anything they could reach. Poppy dug her fingers into his backside again, grinding against him. The scents of their combined arousal filled the room. Casteel pushed Poppy back onto the bed, using the monetary separation to grasp the hem of his tunic and pull it off. Poppy’s hands were immediately on him again, tracing the muscles underneath his skin.

They locked eyes just as Poppy did something completely unexpected. She took both of her thumbs and ran them lightly across his nipples. The action sent a series of shivers down his body and straight to his groin. Her swollen lips twisted into a smirk and she did it again.

“Fuck,” Casteel choked out, digging his fingers into the bedsheets.

“You like that?” Poppy asked, her tone less dirty and more genuinely curious if he actually liked it.

“Yes,” she did it again, harder this time, and his eyelids fluttered closed, “Yes I like that.”

Things were slower this time. There was less pulling and grabbing and more slow, seductive, acts. Poppy gripped the waistband of his breeches, slowly popping the buttons open one by one, freeing his cock from it’s constraint. He kicked off the offending fabric, throwing it onto the floor as Poppy’s tongue made its way into his mouth again, pressing against his teeth. He moaned into the kiss, pressing his wife down farther into the mattress as he let his weight settle onto her.

Reaching behind her, he undid the laces on her gown, pulling the cinched bodice down her front and revealing her breasts, the nipples peaked from arousal. Without hesitation, he enveloped one breast in his mouth, while his fingers played with the other one, pressing down in places he knew she liked. He swirled his tongue across her nipple, teasing his fangs on the soft skin. She panted, squirming underneath him. Poppy’s fingers explored his stomach and then lower, brushing up against his cock. He jolted, groaning around her breast. The vibrations seemed to travel straight to her groin and she shuddered beneath him.

“Casteel,” she said, her voice rough, “Oh gods.”

Casteel pulled his head away from her chest, giving each breast one last lick as he moved to focus on the real treat. Running his hands up her thighs, he moved the skirt of her gown to gather around her waist. His nostrils twitched as the scent of honeydew emanated from between her legs. He could see her arousal gathering and the sight of it was enough to send a pulse of pleasure through his body. He grunted, grinding down slightly on the mattress. Poppy lifted her hips towards him, grabbing the back of his head to try and pull him to her.

“Greedy,” he commented, and then buried his mouth between her thighs.

The first lick was heaven, and the second was even better. The taste of her filled his mouth, and the rest of the world fell away. All that was left was his wife, her taste, and the perfect noises she was making as she writhed in her pleasure. He rubbed his tongue between her fold, momentarily slipping it inside her and licking slow and deep.

“Casteel!” she moaned, grinding against his face. He delved deeper into her, the taste of her arousal coating his mouth and coursing down his throat. Her muscles locked up like they always did when she was close.

He rubbed his tongue across her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to—

“Wait.”

He stopped at once, pulling back to make sure she was okay. The word was like a bucket of ice falling over him. His pleasure became completely inferior to the need to make sure his wife was taken care of. Had he hurt her? Did she just need a break?

“I want to try something,” she said istead, and the ice started to melt.

“Okay,” he replied, shifting so that he was above her again, “What do you want to try.”

She grasped his shoulder, pulling him down so that he was laying beside her on the bed. His breathing became shorter as she ran her eyes down his body, and his cock hardened more if that was even possible. The dress was quickly discarded and thrown into a pile on the floor.

Casteel lay there patiently waiting. It was obvious Poppy was nervous, so he didn’t say anything, only let her take the lead.

She came to kneel by him, placing her hands on his hips and then lifting her leg to straddle him backwards, her cunt positioned right above his face. She shifted a bit, bringing her knees up so she was closer to his mouth. Her head was right near his cock and he could feel every breath she took.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her voice muffled, “I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“This is just fine Poppy,” he said as he blatantly stared at the wetness between her thighs, “Perfect actually.”

Her breathing got heavier as he spoke, and just for fun, he blew cold air directly onto her clit. She cursed quietly, jerking at the feeling of the sensation on her most intimate part.

Casteel smiled at her reaction and then let out a loud moan as Poppy enveloped the head of his cock in her warm mouth. He throbbed, resisting the urge to thrust up into her throat. Oral sex was still new to her, and he didn’t want to scare his wife off of the deed forever.

He pulled his attention away from the pleasure slowly rising in his groin, and instead focused on the dinner before him. Casteel blew another breath of air onto her clit, jerking as he felt the responding moan throughout his cock. He used his tongue to circle the bundle of nerves, passing over it as she took him deeper.

He used one hand to grip her thigh, and pull her more fully against his mouth, the other he brought up to her entrance, groaning at the abundance of arousal that had gathered there. Taking his ring finger and middle finger, he teased the entrance, pressing up against it slightly. He felt her clench in response to his touch and he followed that slight suction, sinking two fingers into her tight channel.

The response was almost immediate. She was quite worked up from when he’d almost taken her over the edge just minutes before and he could feel her muscles starting to grow taut again. Similarly, his own muscles tensed, and he could feel his groin get tighter, the feeling growing as Poppy took in more of him.

Wetness surrounded both his cock and his fingers, and it was hard to focus on the task at hand when his wife was so perfectly sucking at his sensitive skin. Casteel could feel her reach a hand downwards, massaging his balls, then going lower, to the small expanse of skin just below. She massaged that too, and something deep inside him was stimulated to the point of almost pain. He moaned into her cunt, the vibrations sending shudders down her body.

Wanting to give her the same amount of pleasure she was gifting him with now, Castel removed his hand from between her legs and replaced it with his mouth, licking and sucking at her clit with renewed vigor. The taste of her filled his every sense until there was nothing but the flavor of honeydew running down his throat.

Poppy gave one more hard suck and pressed down on that expanse of skin, and Casteel exploded. Waves of pleasure shot through him, and he fell off of that cliff at an impressive rate. His cum filled Poppy’s mouth and he could feel her struggle to take it all as she too orgasmed on his tongue. She shuddered one final time, falling limp as he did the same. He gave Poppy a last lick, before gripping her waist and carefully rolling her off of him.

Her limp and sated form fell to the bed, and she stayed like that for several seconds before opening her eyes and giggling.

“What is it?” he asked hauling himself up to come and lay beside her, their feet on top of the pillows.

“Nothing,” she rubbed her thumb across a drop of cum that hadn’t made it into her mouth, “You just taste funny that’s all.”

For a moment Casteel wasn’t able to muster a response. Finally, after several seconds of trying to come up with something to say to that, he burst out laughing, surprising Poppy enough that she jumped.

He struggled to breath, his laughs deep and real. It went on for so long that his stomach hurt, and he gripped it, trying hard to get control of his breathing.

As he gasped for air he looked over at Poppy, whose face was as red as a tomato. She avoided his eyes and muttered a quiet “sorry”.

Casteel immediately felt guilty, pulling Poppy back towards him. Her face was still red, but she allowed him to pull her close and lay his head on her breast. He entangled their legs and then lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry Poppy, I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“It’s fine I shouldn’t have said that anyway.”

He opened his mouth to tell her it was fine, that he found it more funny than anything else, but she said something else that caught his attention.

“Why did you bring me up here?”

Casteel was silent for a moment, contemplating how best to tell her he’d gotten aroused at the thought of her as a mother. At the thought of them starting a family. Together. They’d never talked about it before, not beyond the contraceptives talk. He didn’t even know if that was something she would want in the future. Children. Their children.

“Cas?” She poked at his face with a finger, “Are you still there?”

“I’m here Princess, sorry,” he replied, grasping her hand in his, “I took you up here because I love you, and the sight of you with little Sabel, brought forth many thoughts that I don’t know if you would approve of.”

“What kind of thoughts,” she sounded suspicious, yet curious.

“You, me, and a child,” he traced the lines on her hand, not daring to look at her expression, “Our child. A family that I hope we’ll one day get to have. Maybe once everything with the Ascended is over.”

Poppy was tense in his arms, and he was tempted to completely retract what he just said. Instead, he sat there, letting her think and relax again before meeting her eyes. Poppy was crying.

“Are you okay?” he cupped her face in his hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset—”

“I would love that,” she whispered, taking his hand and kissing the knuckles, “I would love to have a family with you. Not now of course, but once we’re at peace again. If we survive that is.”

She said it lightly, almost as a joke, but Casteel knew that not surviving the coming war was a very real fear of hers.

“We’ll survive,” he reassured her, “We’ll survive and after that we’ll have a family. Two beautiful children.”

“Oh, so you’ve already planned everything out I see,” Poppy teased, running her fingers down his chest.

“I have my Queen,” Casteel snuggled in closer to her, “We’ll have one girl and one boy, and the girl’s name will be Rue because I’ve always liked that name.”

“What about the boy’s name?”

“The boy’s name can be whatever you want, as well as their middle names. You can choose.”

“Ian,” she said without hesitation, “I want to name the boy Ian.”

Casteel nodded, “Then we will name him Ian. And they will be the most perfect children in the world. Better than even Sabel.”

“That’s a lot of pressure,” Poppy said, rolling Casteel under her.

“I have no doubt they will exceed my expectations.”

Poppy laughed and then pressed her lips to Casteel’s, pulling him in closer, and positioning herself to grind against his cock—

An angry knock sounded on the door, and several seconds later, Kieran yelled, “You do realize everyone in this house can hear you two moaning in there right?”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Full Moon ~ JJK [M] [Request]

➳➳➳Word count: 6.1K

➳➳➳Genre: Smut, AU, fantasy, tiny microscopic angst,

➳➳➳Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

➳➳➳A/N: I changed it a lot as I had just recently read a fic in the same way you asked me to write it and I didn't want to get into trouble by having something similar. That being said I fell totally in love with this and now I'm obsessed with werewolf protective jungkook like wtf. This is a genre I haven't tried before though and I know you said Hybrid so I hope this counts? I know people sometimes say that you still have your tail and things like that but it's not something I would be comfortable with. Hope this is okay. Love you

➳➳➳Warnings: Mentions blood, biting, smut (obviously), breeding.

"There's been another attack!" Someone screamed as they walked over to you and your friend, you were walking through the college campus you turned to look and see Mieko one of your closest friends rushing over and panting out of breath.

"Another attack?" You questioned as you pulled your bag off your shoulder and dug around inside for a bottle of water that you always carried around with you, you were the mum of the friend group so everyone knew they could come to you when they were in dire need or something. A snack, a drink, band-aid, first aid kit, pocket knife and the occasional cheat sheet to a test that you'd stolen from your history teacher when he wasn't paying attention to you. 

"Thanks," She began downing the liquid before leaning against your shoulder for some kind of support, she whipped out her phone scrolling through her Facebook timeline to show you what she was talking about and you rolled your eyes, 

"You know, not everything you read on Facebook is-Oh." You stopped yourself once you saw that it was a real report from a real news station, you began reading through what the article was talking about, apparently, the attack was one of 20 in the last two days. All of the attacker's victims lived to talk about what happened to them, talking about how a man would lore them to an old parked car or they would feel like they were being watched all night before waking up the next day in pain from beatings remembering nothing from the attack itself. It was nothing if not strange to you that so many people had been attacked without recollection of the actual attack happening.

"They're calling a curfew for everyone in the university, we have to be back at our dorms before 9 pm or it'll result in expulsion." She had finally caught her breath and was walking without leaning against you so you handed her phone back to her. 

"Well, sucks to be me because I have to help Mr SeokJin with Art History grading and then I have night classes in the library with English teacher Mr Kim Namjoon." You told them pulling the bag back on over your shoulder and looking down at your schedule for the day, 

"Why do you have to be so good at everything? God, you're exactly like Jungkook." Mieko mumbled rolling her eyes at you, they always mentioned this boy. Jungkook. But you'd never seen him before, probably because you both had super tight compact schedules that neither of you liked to stray from though apparently, you had one class together not that you would know if he was there because you had no idea what he looked like.

"You're always going on about him, why don't you just ask him out?" You teased poking Mieko in the side but she scoffed at you, 

"He's an idiot, cold to everyone he meets and just shoves everyone off unless you're in his close friendship circle." You made a fake pitty face at her and she shoved you against the door of the entranceway to the Art building, you were running late for class and if you were late one more time that week Mr Seokjin would have you fired as his PA and Jimin, the teacher's pet would gladly take your place.

"I'm late! I'll see you back at the dorms later, save me some dumplings!" You called as you ran off back down the hall not paying attention to where you were walking and rushing straight into someone's arms, you could have sworn they growled at you so you looked up to see who it was when your eyes landed on another pair that were staring you down. 

"Sorry, Jungkook! She wasn't looking where she was going, she's a clutz!" You shot Mieko a glare and she ran off in the opposite direction of her class, probably skipping to go and find someone else to torture. 

"I am sorry, I'm just late-"

"You should watch where you're walking then instead of barging into everyone with your back!" He snapped making you flinch a little, you nodded gripping the strap of your bag tightly and going to walk the rest of the way to class. Jungkook stared you down as he watched you walking down the hall, trying to see where you were going when he heard Taehyung calling his name. He shook his head and walking over to his friend who was rubbing his stomach, 

"I'm starving, what time are we hunting tonight?" He grumbled at the older alpha who was staring at him, Jungkook hated that he was the leader of the pack that they had especially since Taehyung was older than him and so were the rest of the boys with them but it just fell down to him since he was born a wolf, it was his birthright according to his grandfather.  

"After curfew and I have the perfect bait for us tonight." He smirked darkling putting his arm around the Omega walking him down through the halls to go and find the rest of his pack. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a ride home Y/n?" Mr Kim Namjoon asked as you walked out of the library together and into the hallway of the History building, the whole place was deserted except for a couple of guards on shift and tutors who were heading home for the day. 

"It's fine, I'm just a three-minute walk away sir," Namjoon said goodbye to you and walked in the direction of the car park. You pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder and took out your phone to text Mieko to let her know you were on your way when you heard something moving behind you. You slowed down something everyone screamed at people for in horror movies but you were curious about what it was, then images of the news article flashed through your head and you clutched onto your bag tightly picking up the pace to get to your dorm. 

A twig snapped and your head span around to see something blur in your version darting into the nearby woods near the college, you should have taken the ride. You regretted it instantly and you couldn't type on your phone because your hands were shaking so much,

"Shit." You whispered as you came towards the alleyway you needed to go down to get to your dorm. You prayed whoever it was following you would just leave you alone as you walked down the alley but whoever it was wasn't giving up, they proceed to follow you until you were deep inside the alley where no one could see you if they looked inside. 

You felt a hand clutch onto your wrist before a loud growl sounded through the air echoing off the walls and making your legs shake. You were dragged onto the floor and you tried to beat whoever or whatever it was off your body but they were ragging you about from side to side. You opened your eyes to see bright red ones glaring back at you, attached to the eyes was a huge dog with black fur that was growling heavily and biting into your side repeatedly, you began screaming as loudly as you could hoping someone would hear you and try to rescue you but no one was coming. You started hitting the beast with your fists, bag and phone anything to get it off you but it wasn't budging, you could feel a burning sensation in your side where it had its jaws around you. You jammed the beast in the eye with your elbow and it let out a yelp, letting you go just enough so you could scramble off down the alley and towards your dorms where you banged loudly for Mieko to come and get you.

"Look, I'm telling you I don't remember anything." You said to the policeman who was interviewing you, you were sat up in the University's hospital wing after a nurse had patched you up and called them to report a crime had happened. 

"You don't remember anything?" You shook your head and the man grumbled something before leaving you alone, you laid back down against the white sheets and stared up at the ceiling. What were you going to tell people? That a giant dog came out of nowhere and decided to use you as a chew toy? They'd lock you up and throw away the key, at least now you knew why everyone who was attacked before you said they forgot. You wished you'd forgotten, you had the image of the giant red eyes burnt into the back of your head, giving you a headache whenever you thought about them and the way he moved you around. It was bigger than the average dog and known wolves in the area, it was as if it was something straight from a fantasy book but fantasy books weren't real...were they?

Jungkook walked along the hallways with Taehyung and Jimin either side of them, giant smirks across their faces walking around as if they ruled the place. 

"Did you hear about Y/n?" Jungkook heard someone mutter behind him, thanks to him being a wolf he had different abilities in and out of his shape. The heightened hearing was just one of many and he used it wisely, 

"What happened?" A concerned voice rang out, 

"Mieko found her bleeding out on the curb of their dorm, whimpering about something attacking her." Jungkook looked at the Omega's to see if they'd heard anything but they were either not bothered or hadn't heard what the girls were whispering to one another. 

"Stay here." He mumbled leaning against some lockers so he could keep an ear on the conversation, he wanted to know what had happened and why you had survived much like all the other people someone had been attacking at night.

"She's in the hospital wing, they're going to keep her overnight until she's stable again. Mieko said it happened right in the alley near their dorm." Jungkook took off in a sprint leaving Jimin and Taehyung alone and confused in the halls, Jungkook hated the fact that he couldn't use his speed ability out of wolf form but he was fast enough without all four legs he knew where your dorm was, he'd heard Mieko talk about it enough in the classes they shared together.

Hissing as you sat up you looked around the hospital room for something to entertain yourself with, your phone was missing along with your laptop so you were awaiting the college to send you a replacement until a new one could be funded to you.

"Miss Y/n?" You looked over at the door to see the nurse who had stitched you together was standing there, 

"A guest." You nodded and she moved out of the way letting Mr Kim Namjoon into the room, he walked over to you and sighed. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n if I'd have insisted I take you home this never would have happened." He grumbled looking at you with pitty full eyes he felt terrible for not insisting you get into the car with him. 

"It's not your fault sir," He nodded and held up the roses that he'd brought along with him, he knew how dreadful the hospital in the university could be and he wanted to liven the place up for you.

"I'll put these in here and go, I have a class." Just as he was reaching for the door handle the door swung open and Jungkook stood there, your eyes widened as he stared at you from the doorway. 

"Ah I see you have another visitor, I'll see you next week back in my class." You looked down not wanting to make awkward eye contact with Jungkook but if you had looked up you would have seen the two of them having a stare off while Namjoon left the room. Neither of them blinking until the door was shut and the other was out of sight and out of mind.

"How are you feeling?" You stared at Jungkook once again as he stood beside your bed, your eyes locked onto the bag he was carrying and you realised it was yours. 

"Where did you-"

"I went to the alley you were attacked in, your phone is a little broken." He handed you the red iPhone and you groaned looking at the smashed up screen, you put it down on the bedside table reaching for some water when Jungkook noticed the bandage around your waist.

"Why didn't you tell the police the truth?" You stared at him and he poured you a glass of water, handing it to you and watching as you carefully took it from his hands. 

"I told them everything I knew." He shook his head at you, 

"No you didn't, you told them you don't remember anything and trust me no one forgets something like that you went through." You stared at him with a blank expression, he pulled a chair up to your bed and checked the watch on his wrist. 

"You can pretend all you want but we don't have all day." You looked down at the cup of water in your hand trying not to think on the fiery eyes that stared at you, your eyes began to tear up and Jungkook knew what you were feeling. He'd seen the same thing with Jimin and Taehyung but he'd never had a female before,

"It was huge," You started, you had no idea why but there was something about Jungkook that made you feel as though you could trust him with everything and he wouldn't think you were crazy. 

"It had these giant red eyes and then it-It's fur it was black and matted." Jungkook knew instantly who and what had attacked you the night before and he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent what was going to happen to you that night.

" I can't explain it all here, it's not safe but we need to get you out of this hospital bed and to my place as soon as possible." You scoffed in his direction and put the cup of water down, 

"It's that how you get all the girls Jungkook?" He was shocked at how you were speaking to him at first, normally girls would swoon at his feet and obey whatever he told them and he put that down to the wolf charm but not you. You didn't seem to care about it but he figured it was because you would be changing soon, 

"Listen to me, did that bite burn when that thing did what it did?" You thought about it for a couple of seconds before nodding, he leant forward and moved the bandage away from where the bite should have been but it was completely gone. 

"That's-"

"Impossible? Yes, it's called healing and I'll tell you more if you come with me." Your mind was telling you that you couldn't trust him or anyone else but there was something about him that was luring you in, your heart and soul both screaming at you that this was right and this was what you were supposed to do. 

"How do I know you didn't do this to me..." 

"Do I look like a giant wolf to you?" You shook your head at him but remembered all of the old folk stories, 

"Wolves shift in the day." He smirked at you for knowing your stuff, you weren't as stupid as he first thought you were. 

"If it was me I wouldn't have let you go so you could become like us...No one deserves this life, it's hell." He sat you up in the bed and handed you one of the University hoodies from the shelf and then some sweatpants. 

"Like us?" He sighed promising to explain everything once he got you to a safer place, 

"Am I going to die?" He felt his heartbreak as you stared up at him with tearful eyes, he shook his head at you. 

"Not if I have anything to do with it." 

If someone had told you that you would have been changed up in a basement by the end of that day you never would have believed them,

"So what happens when the moon is up?" You questioned watching as Jungkook walked around the basement to make sure the chains were secure, there was one on each of your ankles and then one on each of your wrists keeping you in place. 

"You change...Into one of us." He answered looking over at the basement door as it opened, Jimin walked down the stairs to give Jungkook a case of water and he spotted you. 

"Y/n was the one they attacked last night?" You stared at him as he placed the water down on the floor, he dropped to his knees and walked closer to you taking a sniff of your hair and pulling back. 

"She's not mine." He smirked looking over at Jungkook who was looking away from the scene in front of you, 

"What? You haven't checked?"

"Checked? Checked what?" Your voice came out panicked and Jimin tutted shaking his head and turning to look at you, 

"You could be his mate or Taehyung's mate who knows, everything happens for a reason Jungkook." With that, he left the basement slamming the door behind him, 

"Mate? As in..." Jungkook nodded and you bit down on your lip ignoring the tension that was now filling the air, Jungkook didn't need to check he'd known since you'd walked into him yesterday that you were his mate. He should have walked you home last night to make sure nothing happened to you, he should have been there to protect this from ever happening but now here you were getting ready to change into what he was. 

"How come you're not in chains again?" You questioned trying to get rid of the awkwardness that was hanging in the air, 

"We can control out shifting, we can change whenever we want but you're new and it's going to be a long time before you can learn to control anything happening inside of you while you're in your wolf form." He walked over to you and looked at the watch, it was almost time. He attached another chain around your neck and you stared at him through your eyelashes. 

"Is it going to hurt?" He stayed silent wanting to spare you of the gory details, it was something he'd hated when he first transformed.

"That's a yes." You whispered leaning back against the cold concrete wall behind you,

"I'll change as soon as you do, we can communicate through thoughts so just pay attention to me." 

Jungkook watched as you screamed out in anguish, another crack sounded through the air as your arm broke in several places the chains clanging against the floor. Your back arched away from the ground and you let out a shriek in pain as it snapped in one place only to do it again in several other places, your whole body was on fire and you could feel every muscle shaking and bending as something took over inside of you. Then within seconds, the pain was gone and you were staring at Jungkook at a new angle, 

"You're okay, it's over." You stared at him as he shook his body once falling down onto all fours and becoming a huge wolf creature in front of you, you tugged at the chains with your paw to get out but it wasn't going to budge. Jungkook had used the same ones wit Jimin and Taehyung and they were triple your size.

"I'm hungry..." 

"You will be, Jimin and Taehyung will be back soon. Try to suppress the thoughts with something else." You thought back on all the assignments that were due in next week and you heard Jungkook chuckle from inside of your head, 

"You're thinking about homework?" 

"Always, it's important."

"You're worse than me." Jungkook went on to explain that that was why he was taking all the extra classes, the extra work kept his mind off of wanting to rip everyone's head off and eat them. While it also kept it from having a social life outside of the pack, he never wanted anyone else to go through this. 

"Dinner is served." A deer's body was dropped down on the floor in front of you by a brown-haired wolf with black eyes, 

"That one's Tae, he's shy but he'll get used to you." Taehyung left and changed back into his human form upstairs complaining to Jimin that you weren't his mate either. 

"Do I just-"

"Let your instincts take over. Once you've fed it'll be easier to control yourself." You threw yourself down biting and tearing into the skin of the animal and he was right, it was as if your body knew what to do without you telling it to. 

After that night of changing things changed at home, you couldn't live with Mieko anymore and started to shut her out Jungkook had convinced you it was for the best if you stayed away from her. You didn't want to accidentally kill her or change her into what you were, you moved into the house Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were living in and started to only interact with them at school. That was a month ago and the full moon was coming up, Jungkoo still hadn't told you what he knew you were to him but he knew it was going to be hard to hide this time around it was already hard enough as it was to keep his hands off you and to stop himself from jumping on anyone that came near you. The alpha instincts around his mate were always stronger than anything else inside of him and it was hard to control but you didn't know he was your mate and he didn't want to tell you.

"Y/n? You ready?" Jimin asked from the doorway watching to see if you were following him,

"Be right there." You called back to him sliding everything into your bag, it was getting late and the moon would be coming up soon so Jungkook wanted you back at the house as soon as possible, it was going to be your first change without the chains on.

"Miss Y/l/n?" You looked over your shoulder to see Mr Kim Namjoon watching you and Jimin closely, 

"May I speak with you a second?" You flung the bag over your shoulder and he walked over to your desk, leaning against it and staring down at you. 

"You ought to be careful with who you associate yourself with." His hands traced along yours as it rested against your chest, you snapped it away from him feeling uneasy about the touch.

"Jimin and his friendship group they're not exactly the best of their kind," His eyes flashed a bright red colour and you stumbled backwards knocking a chair down in the process, Jimin was by your side within seconds and he was staring at Namjoon who was staring back at him. 

"The pathetic little alpha sends an Omega to collect his cum rag, that's funny." Namjoon chuckled deeply without another word Jimin pulled you out of the classroom both of you rushing in silence to get out to Taehyung's car, 

"Cum rag? Who the fuck does he think he is?!" You let out a growl by accident and your eyes were starting to illuminate a little as you got angrier, 

"Y/n," Taehyung warned reminding you you were inside of a car and no the basement where it was safe to change, but the anger inside of you kept growing inside of you as you thought of him insulting Jungkook like that. 

"What happened?!" Jungkook yelled as you were walked into the basement by Jimin and Taehyung, you sat against the floor growling into your hands at the mere thought of Namjoon. 

"I think he changed her as well, his eyes Jungkook...They were red and he seemed to know that you were her mate." Your ears picked up on that word again and you watched as Jungkook tensed up. 

"I'll fix it, go and hunt for something to eat you haven't had anything all week." You'd managed to feed your cravings by eating a copious amount of beef burgers and steaks when you didn't have to change.

"Mate?" Jungkook turned to look at you and nodded, he knew the time was coming where he would have to explain it all to you but he would rather go off and find Namjoon first, kill him for doing what he did to you. 

"Namjoon did this to you, he's the reason you're in this mess." You looked up to see his eyes were filled with tears and you walked over to him taking his face in your hands to make him stare at you, 

"Jungkook I'm fine, look at me." He stared at you, the urge to kiss you was growing stronger and he could tell you wanted him to by the way your legs squeezed together and the way you kept licking your bottom lip. 

"You're perfect." He mumbled before crashing his lips against yours, his hands gripped onto the back of your neck pulling you closer to him there was something that changed inside of you and it was like you were feral, you never wanted him to stop kissing you ever again but your body was craving more from him. His lips moved down to your neck and you moaned out in pleasure at the feeling of him sucking along the exposed skin,

"Fuck, we can't." He pushed you away and you whimpered looking at him with hurt in your eyes, 

"Why not?" He looked at you and then at the watch realising you hadn't even changed yet and then checked his watch again maybe it was too fast there was no way you had control over your changing abilities yet. 

"Jungkook kiss me." You whispered to him bringing him closer to you, he took one sniff of your scent and almost fell to his knees ready to take you but it was too dangerous, you were in heat and the moon was full anything could happen. You weren't stable,

"I need you," You whined out in his ear and he grabbed you once more kissing you roughly and slamming you against the wall behind you, you shrieked happily as his hands worked their way up and down your body tripping the shirt from your chest.

"My favourite shirt," You fake pouted against his lip, 

"Shut up," He mumbled against your lips biting down on your bottom lip and dragging it with his teeth, everything inside of him knew this was wrong and it could fuck everything up but he needed you and you needed him. 

"I need more." You whimpered and he knew what you wanted, what you both wanted but once you started there was no stopping. 

"Oh god, I want you to...I want to fuck you until you're full up pup but-" You kissed him once again to shut him up and he relaxed a little more letting your lips relaxing his body, you pushed him back and dropped to your knees in front of him. 

"I want what I want," You whispered to him undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs, he nervously looked up at the basement door and prayed Jimin and Taehyung had left to hunt and weren't going to come down and find this scene unfolding in front of them. 

"Shit." He grunted as you took him into his mouth, there were no words to describe how he was feeling the way your tongue worked around his member, licking and sucking every bit of him you could but what you couldn't you used your hands to massage, he was letting out whimpers as his head fell back. 

"Just like that, shit." He grunted his hand going into your hair and biting his tongue resisting the urge to slam his cock down your throat, he knew he had to be gentle with you he could smell it on you that you'd never done something like this before. 

"Lay down baby." You took him from your mouth with a pop and he smirked ripping your jeans off your body and throwing them somewhere within the basement, he didn't care all he cared about was you. Tasting you and having you all to himself, he licked a stripe up your folds and you moaned at the new sensation, all of this was new to you but it felt right, 

"Jungkook." You whined out not wanting to be teased, you wanted him to mount you and not stop until you were screaming out his name, 

"I know baby but once I've started I won't be able to stop until I'm done." You nodded at him as a sign that you understood and it was what you wanted and he kissed you, slowly easing himself into you as you whimpered out. You could feel him stretching you out from the very first push and your nails dug into his back dragging down and you were positive if you didn't have super healing powers it would scar him. 

"Fuck you're so tight." He grunted as he finally submerged himself all the way inside of you in the missionary position, not something that was common among your kind, holding himself in place until you were ready for him to start moving. You gave him a nod and he kissed your forehead promising you he would be as gentle as possible with you but once you felt you were used to his small and light thrusts you begged him to go faster, 

"F-Faster Kookie, I can take it." You whispered in his ear but he shook his head, 

"I can't, you'll break." You whimpered as continued his tiny thrusts, you knew there was something to make him move but you didn't want to risk him stopping altogether. 

"N-Namjoon called me your cum rag, said you were a 'pathetic alpha'." You managed to say through grunts his thrusting stopped and he stared down at you, he knew what you were trying to do and it was working. 

"Fuck, you're going to kill me." He grunted pulling out of you only to slam back into you at a rough pace making your back arch back as he finally hit the spot you'd been needing him in. 

"Right there." You whimpered within a matter of seconds already feeling yourself coming to your first orgasm, there was a pit in your stomach that was starting to grow with every thrust,

"Don't stop." You stuttered out as his thrusts became faster, he smirked watching you come undone underneath him he'd never imagined for a second you would be like this with him. He thought you would be a shy and fragile girl like you were before but this was something else. 

"I think- Ugh fuck- I think I'm close." You panted out and he could smell that you were, you began clenching around him and he grunted picking up his pace a little more so he could get you to the edge, he bit down on your neck drawing blood and smirking as you let out yelps of pleasure. 

"Cum for me pup," You yelped out as you felt your orgasm rush through your body sending shock waves throughout you, your legs were shaking and your hands were shaking as they latched onto Jungkook's hair tugging a little as he continued his vigorous thrusts into you not stopping just because you'd come around him. You screamed out his name as he continued to thrust into you, the pain from just finishing was slowly starting to be subsidised by pleasure once again as you felt the belt-tightening once more, 

"J-Junkookie." You whimpered and he smirked down at you kissing your lips and pulling back, he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto all fours, he couldn't take the human position anymore, he needed you on all fours so he could fuck you properly like the dogs you were inside. 

"Shit." You hiccuped as he thrust into you hitting spots that were left untouched before, you gripped onto the ground as his hips pushed into yours, one of his hands gripping onto your hips and digging in so deep it was drawing blood. 

"I'm close Y/n." He grunted as he continued to fuck you in the way it felt natural to him, you whimpered in agreement letting him know you were too by clenching around him and he smirked, 

"C-Cum inside me, please." You whined out underneath him arching your back as you felt your release coming nearer and nearer, he faltered for a second before picking up his pace again not wanting to stop, hearing you tell him what you wanted sent him closer to his edge.

"What do you want little pup?" He asked coaxing you into telling him again you let out a whimper as you were going to have to say it again, 

"Finish inside me, I need you inside of me. Everything, just-" You couldn't finish because he pulled your hair so he could kiss you as he fucked into you, 

"There's no going back if I do this Y/n." He warned as he felt himself getting closer, he kissed your neck lovingly wanting nothing more than to finish inside of you and claim you as his own but he had to make sure you were sure first. 

"Make me yours," You whimpered and he pulled out once again bringing you back to the human position you had started in, he wanted to look at you as he claimed you and made you his. He wanted this to be romantic and not as though he was stealing something away from you, 

"S-Shit I think I might." He grunted throughout his sentence staring down into your eyes as you stared back up into his smirking at him as he brought you closer for your second and final orgasm of the night. 

"You might what?" You giggled up at him and it was like music to his ears, he felt his balls throb as he almost finished at the sound of your giggle. 

"Shit, d-do that again." He begged, watching as you giggled beneath him once more his thrusts picked up once more as he felt his pleasure coming to an end,

"I'm g-gonna cum, cum for me okay?" You nodded at him and he smirked kissing your lips softly pulling away to make eye contact with you as you begged him to fill you up, it's what you needed and what your body was begging for. 

"S-Shit." He grunted hitting your spot in just the right way that you clenched around him tighter than before, like a vice and he stuttered his thrusts spurting into you but continuing to fuck into you so you wouldn't miss a single drop. 

"Shit I think I love you." He grunted out as he continued to thrust into you when you didn't say anything back he felt his heartbreak a little but he continued to thrust.

He stayed in place above you as you both came down from your high, once he knew it was safe for him to pull out he did and dropped down next to you smirking as he looked at you. 

"That was-"

"Yeah," You finished looking at him with a smile on your face, you rolled over and laid your head down against his chest.

"I love you too by the way." You whispered looking up at him as you rested your chin on his chest to make eye contact with him.

"Can you guys warn us next time?! Fuck!" You heard Jimin yell from upstairs you looked over at the door and back at Jungkook, 

"Why didn't I change?" Jungkook looked at you and took in a deep breath, 

"I think you have better control over your instincts than I first thought." You hummed and bit down on your lip, 

"I want you to do that again." You whispered to him biting down on your lip as you stared up at him, 

"Trust me, you're not going to want to stop now you've had one taste." He chuckled knowing how hard it was to keep yourself from stopping once you'd had the first taste of an orgasm like that. 

"But let's go upstairs since you're not changing, there are much comfier places then the basement floor." He whispered in your ear, roughly biting down on it with a fang and smirking as you whimpered out to him.

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