#his true form is so handsome and squishy

[oreo-creampie]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, suggestive with toji, mentions of his hard dick, toji smells your panties after taking them off you, mentions of smoking with stoner!choso, cuddles with choso and sukuna, back massage with toji, confessions, jealousy towards a stuffed bear, toji calls ya mama, sukuna teases you and calls you pet, true form!sukuna, plenty of kisses, they are all soft for you how can they not be your wonderful babes, established relationship

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @akumuprincess I'm so sorry to hear that you're having a shit day😭🥺 I've recently been imagining really often about the jjk men holding you (me, us, the reader, everyone idk how to text😭) after a hard day, because I've had it pretty rough the last few weeks and just imagine them hugging you and holding you close while stroking your back or hair! I feel like Toru would drown you in little kisses all over your face while caressing your hair and cooing sweet nothings at you. Suguru would have you sit in his lap, holding you as close as possible, letting you talk about your worries and frustrations, humming and stroking your skin softly until you relax under his touch. Toji I feel like would give you a relaxing massage and then let you bury yourself in his huge chest while you lie on top of him! I think even our mean king of curses would be softer if you've had a rough day, letting you be more affectionate and clingy, he'd still bully you about it, but wouldn't let you go off his grasp, trapping you in the bed with him hoping it'll make you feel better. They'd be just so gentle and sweet aah, I really hope you feel better by the end of the day, I'm sending you hugs and kisses 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Oreo; thank you for this cute idea! I’ve been thinking about choso a little too much! Toji has a little sexual tension to it, but he does his best to behave. After writing this I realizing that sukuna in true form would give wonder massages

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Gently, slowly trailing kisses up the side of your face, to the middle of your forehead, down the length of your nose. Cupping your other cheek, lovingly kissing you. Slowly swiping his thumb along your cheek.

Pulling away, “Let’s cuddle on the balcony, look out at the smoke n’ watch the stars try to be as beautiful as you.” Kissing your cheek.

Squeezing Choso’s slim, sculpted waist, hard underneath your squishy thighs. “Don’t let me go.” Slipping your fingers into his soft hair, freeing it. Lightly dragging your nails along his head.

Choso half open, eyes are blood shot, full of admiration and love for you. The way he looks at you has you forgetting the rest of the room. When he smiles down at you, “Never dream of it love dove. I'm your’s forever.” there is only him.

He stands up, holding up the bong for your to carry before picking up his black rolling tray from his bedside. Kissing where his tattoo stretches into his cheek. “I can't believe I get to be your’s.” He flicks on the fairy lights strung along the balcony’s ceiling.

A soft kiss on your forehead and the last of the tension is melting from your body. “Who else could I hope to belong too but a perfect Angel.” Stepping out into the cool autumn air. Sitting down on the sofa looking out at the tree line.

You slip your hair out of his hair, kissing his forehead. Turning around in his lap, grabbing the tray from him, setting it down the bong down. “Lean back for a moment love dove let me make sure your cozy in a blanket. Don't want you to get a chill.” Resting on Choso’s warm, broad bare chest.

He grabs the neatly folded blanket next to you, spreading the blanket over your lap. “Thank you handsome, you’re wonderful I love you.” He squeezes your soft side, his gentle large hands comforting. You’ve never felt so secure in yourself or in a relationship before Choso.

“I love you too love dove. You’re my everything.” Another kiss, and you want countless more. Closing your eyes enjoying his soft lips on your temple.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

“I’ll be good but I can’t promise that my cock won’t be hard.” Sliding your underwear off, holding the messy part to his nose, taking a deep breath. “I’ll use this lace piece to jerk off when you take a nap.” Looking into your eyes, “Missed ya mama.” Tossing your underwear behind him.

Running your his hard, “I missed you too, couldn’t wait to get home when I got your text. And how is that behaving?” He stands up, leaning over you, kissing your forehead. Grabbing your hips and squeezing. Toji’s loving, gentle kiss and his warm large hands on your soft body is everything you need.

“I could’ve licked ‘em clean like I wanted.” Kissing your cheek, sliding his hands up your waist. “Lay down on ya stomach beautiful.” You stretch out on the bed, turning your head to the side. The smell of his conditioner clinging to the pillow.

After three weeks had started to fade from the large black sweater he lasted wore and from his side of the bed. It didn’t feel like home without him.

Closing your eyes. “If ya fall asleep then I’ll clean ya up n tuck ya n, I’ll be smokin’ on the balcony watchin’ tv if ya need me.” Straddling your ass, making himself comfortable. His hard dick resting on your cheeks. “If ya take a nap after we can order some take out get in the shower together whilst we are waiting.”

Toji leans over kissing both your shoulders, slowly smearing lotion up your back with his large warm hands. “I’ll wash ya up, give you one of my shirts spray ya in my cologne.” Relaxing your shoulders, not realizing how you’ve been tensing up throughout the day. He works on the tight pinch between your shoulder blades with one hand.

Lifting your head, “Will you take my make up off?” Your head hits the pillow, holding it up being too much effort. Closing your eye, smiling at Toji’s heavy sigh, picturing his pout.

Kissing the top of your head. “Lucky I love you.” Focusing on the knot between your shoulders. Gently messaging up towards your neck, letting out a soft sigh when his large fingers wrap around your neck, gently kneading.

“Thank you handsome, I love you too.” Wiggling your cheeks, he lifts his hips up. Grabbing more lotion pouring some on your back. Smearing it towards your sides, squeezing.

You are admired, beautiful and loved laying on your shared bed with pouty Toji giving you a message. “Teasin me with your beautiful ass how is that fair?” Gently messaging your lower back finding the knots there. “Now stay still, lemme take care of ya mama.”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You sure you want me? That giant Teddy Bear of your’s seems to be-oh!” Sukuna intentionally stumbles forward onto you. Calculating his fall onto you to involve shoving your stuffed animal off the bed.

Caging you in between two of his large hands, grabbing your hips. Nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing you into the bed. Sukuna lightly bites making your squirm. “Didn’t look like you needed me since you picked the bear.” Leaning away, cupping your cheek, the mouth on his hand giving you a soft kiss.

His cheeks flushing pink. “Without a thought of coming to see if you could cuddle me.” He glances down at your lips when you smile for the first time since coming home. Letting go of your face, grabbing waist, lifting you off the bed.

Sukuna lays down, setting you down on his lap. He is shirtless like always, part of the population is seeing him traversing around town half naked. “The great, powerful, handsome sukuna is,” siding your hand down his bare chest enjoying the warmth of his hard pecs.

“Is what? Spit it out pet.” He gently slips his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head up to admire your face. Sliding both his hands down your thighs, squeezing them. He’s been getting handiser, unable to keep to himself.

You love it, the softer he gets for you the more you fall for him.

All four of his hands comforting, warm, and big. One of the mouths on his hands peppering kisses along your side. “Jealous of a teddy bear blushing pink because he doesn't know how to handle the feelings he has for one measly little brat.” The mouth across his abs vanishes, you lay down, resting your head on his chest.

“You know people are scared to breathe in my presence.” His chest rumbles when he speaks. Kissing his chest, the resting your heard, the heart pounding of his vessel pounding faster.

“Back in my day, ok old man.” Sitting up, kissing his cheek, whatever happened earlier today no longer matters for the moment. All that your concerned with is the beautiful monster beneath you. “I love you.”

Sukuna smirks, “I know ya do pet. What else would explain your baffling behavior. When you first saw me and smiled I knew you were a dumbass.” He pinches your nose shut wiggling your head, gently flicking your forehead.

Grabbing his wrist and biting his finger. Letting go when his hand on your thigh bites back. “I'm your dumbass! I wonder if I'll get to hear you say it back.”

He leans in and softly whispers, “I love you.” Leaning back his expression indifferent, crimson eyes cold which his cheeks are redder than. “Now don't think about trying to hear those stupid words from anyone else.”

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part two; gojo, geto, nanami

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1182: Morning After Their Love Making Adventures (Variety)

Mario & Peach

Mario/Peach: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on Their Own Bed)

Mario: Mamma Mia, that was so exhilarating......

Peach: And soooooo romantic too~ (Turns to Mario With a Loving Smile and Bedroom Eyes) You were wonderful from beginning to end, my dear~ The way you took charge and showering me with your affectious love~ (Forms a Sly Seductive Smirk on her Face) While looking very scrumptious I may add~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing) Come now, Peach~ You're giving me way too much credit here. You were amazing as you've always been last night. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Smiling Sheepishly) Besides, If anything, I'm more surprised by how good I look in those silk pajamas.

Peach: I know~ Not to mention how well blended it's color is to our room. I hope it didn't cost you too much of money though.

Mario: Oh no, it costed a lot more cheaper than I thought it could surprisingly. Cereza picked it out for me we went shopping yesterday. She even gave me a few pointers and a confidence boost along the way.

Peach: You've been coming to her for advice a lot now now, huh?

Mario: Only for romance related topics. She does a lot more experienced in it than the both us here.

Peach: ('Sigh') True. I can't even begin to tell you how many times her guidance helped over the years, oddly enough....

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) I can tell. You've been a lot more outgoing and adventurous as of late.

Peach: (Casually Shrugs) A princess can break loose and have some fun every once and a while. I can't be always be uptight and boring forever, you know?

Mario: (Gently Plave his Habd onto Peach's Cheek) Hey now. You were never boring in my eyes and your uptightness is one of the manyreasons why I love you~

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Oh Mario~ I have a so many reasons why I love you too~ Your bravery, kindness, handsomeness, and that cute squishy tummy of yours!~ (Playfully Wiggles Mario's Stomach Around)

Mario: (Starts Laughing Ticklishly by Peach's Antics) Oho really now?~ Weren't you the one who kept telling me to lose some weight?

Peach: And to stay healthy, yes. (Playfully Roll her Eyes) But I'd be lying if I say that seeing you with it hanging out hasn't aroused me in way~

Mario: Does this mean I'm off the hook from working out?

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Not even. How about i give your a nice cuddle session for your efforts~ (Gives Mario a Big Kiss on Top of his Nose) I'm very huggable~

Mario: (Happily Pulls Peach Close to Him in a Cuddle Hug) Reward accepted~

Luigi X Daisy X Lilith

The Trio: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on The Bed)

Daisy: Ohh man!~ That was one helluva night we had yesterday~

Lilith: (Smiles Brightly) I know!~ It was most fun and exhilarating one yet!~

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) You can say that again. You two went really all our this time around.

Daisy: (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Head Back and Forth) Yeah, sorry about that. We let our horny scales run more revamped there than usual......

Lilith: (Puts On a Cute Guilty Frown on her Face) We're sorry for being too horny~

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly While Quickly Shaking Both his Hands) N-No no! You girls have nothing to be sorry for, honest! If anything, I should apologize for being dull in comparison.

Lilith: ('Gasps')

Daisy: (Immediately Hugs Luigi Lovingly on One Side) Sweetie, don't say that! You were amazing through and through.

Lilith: (Hugs Luigi Lovingly om the Other Side) Your sweet, firm but tenderness love-making skills has never failed to make us happy and satisfied and last night wasn't any different!~

Luigi: You.... really think so?

Daisy: (Starts Snuggling Up on Luigi) We know so, babe. You've always done your best to keep up with us in your own way and come out on top. We couldn't be anymore proud of you than we already.

Lilith: (Happily Nodded) Uh-huh!~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Luigi on her Side of the Bed) You're a cutie in the streets, but MAJOR heart-throbbing beast out and under the sheets!~

Luigi: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Ladies, please~ You're making me blush right now~

Daisy: (Forms a Cheeky Grin While Playfully Pulling Luigi's Cheek) Good. We need a good dose of your cuteness in the early morning~

Lilith: (Forms Mischievous Grin on her Face) Annnd as a reward for your hard work last night~

Luigi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Hard wor-(Suddenly Felt Ten Fingers Wiggling on Both of his Sides as He Begins to Laugh) heheheheheheeheHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!~

Lilith: Morning Tickle Session!~

Daisy: ('Sighs Happily') So cute~

Vector X Vanilla/Bunnie X Antoine

Married Couples: (Lets Out Each of Their Relaxed, Collectibles Sighs as They're All Laying Together on Vector and Vanilla's Bed)

Vanilla: Goodness~ That was such a wonderful double date night we had~

Vector: Yeah, no kidding. I'm still surprised how well it all went out.

Bunnie: I'm down for havin' another one if y'all are.

Vector: Sure!

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded) Oh absolutely~

Antoine: Yes, that sounds be an excellent plan indeed. (Starts Yawning a Bit While Snuggling onto his Wife, Bunnie) In such a bright, beautiful morning tod- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened Up) WAIT! What time iz it!?

Vector: Uhhhhhh......(Picks his Phone Up From the Dresser Right Next to His Side of the Bed)

Vanilla: Don't forget to put on your glasses, dear.

Vector: Don't worry, hon, i got it. (Picks his Reading Glasses Up From the Dresser and Puts it On Over his Eyes Before Reading the Tome on his Phone) It's......huh. Already 7:30.

Antoine: 7:30!? (Grabs Both Sides of his Hair in a Very Panic Like State) Oh nononononononononon!! It can't be happening!

Bunnie: Hey, Suga 'Twan, listen-

Antoine: I am supposed to be one of the formidable royal guards if the entirety of the Acorn Castle, always on time as I ahould and I'm already thirty minutes LATE!?

Bunnie: Suga 'Twan.

Antoine: What would his majesty would zay if I arrived thirty minutes? N-N-No doubt he would be furious, beyond disappointed but....(Starts Fearing For the Worst) What if he demote me to much lower rank? Even AFTER he promoted me months ago?

Bunnie: Antoine....

Antoine: OHHHHHHH! One of my many nightmares has finally come to ze light of this beautiful morning!! Ze horror, ZE HORROR-

Bunnie: (Immediately Grabs Both of her Husband's Shoulders) ANTOINE! Calm yourself, 'hon. Remember the breathing exercise your psychologist have been teachin' you lately?

Antoine: (Still Shaking a Bit) R-Right. Breath in.....(Takes a Deep Breath Before Exhaling Out) And out.

Bunnie: That's it, sugah, one more time now. Breath back in.....

Antoine: (Takes a Deep Breath Again)

Bunnie: And breath back out.

Antoine: (Exhale the Air Back Out) Okay.....I think I'm calm now.

Bunnie: (Smiles a Bit) That's good, baby, I'm proud of ya. (Kiss the Top of Antoine's Head)

Antoine: ('Sighs in Defeat') But what's ze use? It's only a matter of time before I get....('Sniff') Demoted.

Bunnie: (Forms a Reassuring Smirk on her Face) Not if you have a couple of days off and counting~

Antoine: Oh how cruel ze world i- (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) Wait. I have days off? B-But how?

Bunnie: I asked Sally Girl to convince her father to give you those days off. In exchange for her finishing up a few of his paperwork in advance.

Meanwhile at Sally's Office........

Sally groans very loudly with her head down and five mountain stacks of paperwork on her desk beside her.

Back at Vector and Vanilla's Room

Bunnie: I'm sure she'll get'em done for like......A few hours or so maybe? A day if the king decides to-

Antoine: (Happily Pulls Bunnie Into a Very Loving Hug) Ohh Ms Douce, Chérie Bunnie!~ You made ze happiest man in zis very house!~ (Starts Kissing on his Wife Cheeks)

Bunnie: (Giggles Ticklishly by Antoine's Affections) Yeah, yeah~ You're always welcome, honey bun.

Antoine: (Gives Bunnie One Big Final Kiss For Now) Wait a tick. (Turns to Vector) Vector, do you have any idea what time you're supposed to be at work today? I do not wish to see my own brother-in-law get in trouble for potential tardiness.

Vector: (Forms a Relaxed Smile on his Face) On the contrairé, my panicky brother-in-law, I'm on a few days off myself, on the account of me being my own boss-

'Ahem'

Vector: (Turns to see his Wife Smirking at Him with her Arms Crossed Before Chuckling Awkwardly) A-And Vanilly too. She's the real boss of this operation.

Vanilla: That's right~ (Happily Hugs her Husband) And as your boss, I order you to spend the rest of your appointed days off with you darling of a wife~ (Starts Kissing Vector on the Cheek Repeatedly)

Vector: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Vanilla's Kisses) Will do, boss!~ Loud and clear.

Bunnie: (Chuckles Lightly at Her and Twan's Fellow Married Couple Duo) You know, all this restin' already got me in the mood for some breakfast right 'bout now.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly to an Idea) Ooh! Do you want me to make all some? It'll make our day even brighter!~

Bunnie: (Starts Stretching her Arms Up in the Air) Only if you let me help ya out, cuz. I've been doin' some cookin' on my own time as of late.

Antoine: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) It'z true!~ You two must try her blueberry pancakes. They are truly divine worthy, justlike beautiful chef herself~ (Kiss the Top of Bunnie's Hand)

Bunnie: (Starts Blushing a Bit) Oh come now, Sugah Twah, no need to keep butterin' me up this early.

Vector: We've got a few more blueberries left for you to use in the fridge.

Bunnie: Blueberry Pancakes it is then. (Got Herself Out of the Bed) You boys stay in here while V' and I get breakfast ready.

Vanilla: (Got Herself Out of the Bed as Well) And once we finished eating and relaxing, we could start Round 2~

Vector/Antoine: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Round 2?

Bunnie: (Forms a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Y'all don't really think we're gonna put our love making session to close now, do ya?~

Vanilla: (Clasps her Hands Together While Putting on A Very Sweet Smile on her Face) Last night was sofun and adventurous that it got us yearning for more. (Starts Smirking as Well) And since our babies are scheduled to come back home in the mid afternoon......

Bunnie: (Place her Hand on Antoine's Cheek) What better way to pass the time than to continue showering you handsome fellas with some bunny love n' charm~

Antoine: (Love and Awe Struck at How Irresistible his Wife Truly Is) Oh mon amour~ (Gets Kissed on the Lips by Bunnie)

Vanilla: (Places her Hands onto Vector's Cheek) Does that sound like a reasonable plan to you, Vector-Kins?~ (Gives Vector a Very Loving Kiss on the Lips)

Vector: (Already Love Struck by His Wife's Kiss) Y-Yeah~ I'm down~

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid!~ I can't wait!~

Bunnie: (Smiles Brightly as Well) Same here! But let's get our breakfast on already! (Walks Out of the Bedroom With Vanilla Following Behind Her)

Vanilla: We'll call you if we need anything.

The wives then blows two kisses at their loving husbands before happily waving at them by the doorway.

Bunnie/Vanilla: We'll miss you!~ (Giggles Softly Among Themselves Before Heading to the Kitchen Together)

Vector: (Watches the Ladies Leave While Still Laying on the Bed with Antoine) So we're really going back at it again, huh?

Antoine: ('Sigh') It seems a job of pleasing your lovely wives iz never truly done. (Turns to Vector) Let us continue on giving it our very all, brother.

Vector: (Nodded To Antoine in Agreement) Let's.

The two brother-in-laws give each other fistbumps as they embark on the rest of the day going forward.

Terry X Mary

Terry/Mary: (Lets Out Very Satisfied and Relaxed Sighs While Laying Next Together on The Bed)

Mary: That was too damn good of the Nighy if I do say so myself~

Terry: (Chuckles Lightly) I'll say! (Turns to Mary with a Smirk and Bedroom Eyes) I dunno why, but I seemed to be keep forgetting how awesome you are at taking charge~

Mary: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, it's part of my job description after all. (Smirks Back at Terry) Though, I do love how lovely the sound of your moans are, Handsome~

????: Don't forget loud.

The couple gasps at the sight of someone standing in front of their bedroom's doorway who is none other than......

Terry/Mary: ROCKY! (Immediately Smiles Very Awkwardly) H-Heyyyyy!~

Terry: 'Sup there, little cub!

Mary: You had a good night sleep last night?

Terry: Or some......Sweet dreams at least?

Rock: (Already Has a Tires, Deadpinned Look on his Face) ............What do you think?

Terry: (Lowers his Smile Along with Mary's) You heard all of that last night, didn't you?

Rock: Yep.

Mary: (Notices the Opened Door in Her and Terry's Room Before Sighing and Facepalming Herself) Amd we didn't even bother to close the door behind us the whole time, didn't we?

Rock: Not. Even. (Walks Away) These walls aren't soundproof, you know?

Mary: We're sorry, sweetie!

Terry: We're be careful next time, we swear!....('Sighs Heavily') We gotta buy that kid those noise canceling earphones for his birthday coming up.

Mary: Agreed. Here's hoping there's cheaper ones this time around.

Shumako

Makoto: (Sighs Relaxingly as She Has the Side of her Head Laying on Ren's Chest) Valentine, the night of romance, has finally concluded for the new year~

Ren: (Casually Shrugs) Eh. It ended too soon for my liking. (Smirks Down at Makoto) I was really enjoying your "freaky" side all night yesterday~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) I bet you were!~ (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) And I suppose your version wasn't too bad either, albeit cute~

Ren: (Playfully Scoffs) Honey, please. I'm adorable~

Makoto: (Finally Smirks Back) You goddamn right~ (Starts Making Out with her Joker) So cute~ Firm~ And the sweetest of all SORTS of areas!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) apretty sure you fit thise descriptions a lot more better than I ever could~

Makoto: Maybe, but I'm not entirely qrong, am I?~

Ren: Not even for a millisecond~ (Kiss Makoto on the Lips) Shame we have to go back to our regularly scheduled program that is society.

Makoto: (Shrugs) Fun has to come to an end sooner and later. (Sighs While Snuggling onto her Joker Some More) I just wish this could last longer than it does now~

Ren: Eh I'm sure we could pick this back up later today if we're in the mood again. (Smiles Softly) There's no way I'm gonna leave my Queen high and dry like that all day

Makoto: (Smiles Back at Ren) Likewise, my dear Joker. Likewise.

Ren: (Sighs While Sitting Up amd Stretching his Arms Up in the Air) Unfortunately, I gotta start off my day in a few minutes.

Makoto: Aww....Already?

Ren: Yeah. I promised Sojiro I help him out with the shop today now that our Oracle's out in school.

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) I'm proud of her for coming out of her shell more often these days.

Ren: (Gets Himself Out of Bed) I'm proud to have her as my sis in general. No matter much of a nerd she is. (Points at Makoto) Don't tell her I said that.

Makot: Only if you promise to keep yourself out of trouble. I know you~

Ren: ('Scoffs') Please. My rebellious phrase is already behind me.

Makoto: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Uh-huh, sure. (Smacks Ren's Ass)

Ren: (Burst Out Laughing) Makoto!~ (Turns to His Queen with a Very Playfully Smirk on his Face) I didn't take you for the kinky type at all~

Makoto: (Puts on a Cute Pouty Look on her Face) Oh hush up! It's your fault I'm like this.

Ren: Hey, you choose to be more loose. I just provide you guidance. Buuuut if I know you would like my ass that much, I'd probably would've show it off to you more often~

Makoto: ('Sigh') Just go get yourself ready already! (Smacks Ren's Ass Again)

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright, I'm going. I'll miss you till then.

Makoto: (Starts Smiling Again) I'll miss you more, Ren-Ren~

Ren blows a kiss at Makoto before hitting the showers.

Makoto: (Watches Ren Walk Out of the Bedroom Before Taking a Deep Breath) One of these days......(Turn Over to her Side of the Bed and Takes Out a Black Mini Box From Inside the Dresser's Drawer) Might not be today, tomorrow or any of the weeks and months coming up, but ONE of these days, Ren Amimaya.....(Opens the Box, Revealing a Golden Ring Inside) I am GOING to marry you.

'To Be Continued

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings/Disclaimer: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries. Also mentions of infidelity (which I don't condone, justify nor encourage), corruption kink and loss of virginity.

A/N: Also, Yeosang's reaction is a sneak peek at the Dilf! Fic in my w.i.p.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

It all started as a way to get a passing grade for the semester, but soon became a mission to get inside your professor's pants. You still remembered the unamused gaze he gave you when you first suggested you 'help' him out.

"Nice try Miss Y/N.... but perhaps instead of wasting time behind the bleachers sucking off the jocks' cocks, maybe dip your head instead into your books and study for once."

You couldn't believe he'd actually reject you. No man had ever rejected you, they always fell to your charms. Professor Kim was about to become your biggest challenge yet and you didn't mind. Besides, something about fucking an older man had you pulling out your trusted vibrator out so many times during the night. Kim Hongjoong was just so fucking hot and you desperately wanted him, even if for one night.

"Please Mr. Kim..... you know they say I give the best blow jobs here." You tried yet again one day when everyone else left.

"They? You mean horny 20 something year olds who bust a nut by just a booby pic?"

For the first time, his poker face finally had an expression in the form of a smirk.

"Honey, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I've had my cock sucked by countless women in all my years. Besides..."

Leaning closer to you, he reached a hand out so his thumb could graze across your bottom lip.

"What makes you think a pretty young thing like you can take a mature cock like mine? You've probably never even had one half the size of mine."

You let out an involuntary moan as you pictured just how well endowed your teacher was. Looking down, you noticed the obvious bulge he was donning and you wanted nothing more than to pull him out and suck him dry. It seemed he noticed since he sat back down on his chair. Gesturing for you to come over, you practically hopped over to him, letting him guide you on your knees as he began to take himself out.

"But do knock yourself out. I'm kinda curious to see what the newer generations do nowadays."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Others would have complained and would be annoyed by the fact their new neighbors would have almost daily fights between them, typical marital disputes. But not you, you didn't mind hearing their screaming that was clearly heard through the walls. Especially since more often than not their fights would end in rough, angry sex that had you touching yourself at nights, a guilty pleasure you always looked forward to.

And you had been eyeing the husband from the moment the couple moved in. Park Seonghwa was everything you looked for in a man and even more. Handsome, mature, tall, well sculpted, responsible, sexy as hell and you knew for a fact he could definitely fuck. One day you knocked over at their door to give them one of them many pastries you'd often bake for your neighbors in the building.

"You know Mr. Park....if you ever get too frustrated with your wife....my door is always open." You boldly offered him.

He looked at you in shock but you sent him a reassuring wink before walking back to your apartment, making sure to sway your hips so he could have the image engraved in his mind. And boy did you rile him up. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you. You're all he had in his head. Now whenever he'd fight, he'd storm out and you'd welcome him, proud to get what his wife wasn't getting anymore. And you were hell bent on making sure you'd keep him to yourself.

"Cum inside me....fill me up." You told him one day.

He was so lost in his lust for you he didn't think he'd hear you correctly. Giggling, you flipped the position so you were now on top of him, bouncing yourself on his enormous cock.

"I'll give you what your wife won't give you. Knock me up with your babies, fill me to the brim. I wanna carry your kids in me." You ran your hands down your chest and placed them on top of your stomach to get your point further across.

Seonghwa was going wild by this point. He had wanted to become a father for so long but his narcissistic and conceited wife would not budge. Yet here you were offering him the one thing he wanted and he couldn't resist. Sitting up, he began pounding up into you with more intensity, sending you crying his name over and over again as his teeth began to mark your neck.

"Oh I'll make sure to knock you up babygirl. Gonna fuck my kids into you...fuck! You're going to look even more pretty carrying my baby in you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yours and Yunho's relationship was rather.... unconventional to say the least. He ended up becoming your sugar daddy after you had auctioned off your virginity online cause you were a broke college student and you honestly didn't give a damn at that point. But it was you who were in for a surprise when you met him in the hotel room and he just handed you the money without wanting anything in return.

"Just take it and don't give away something so valuable away like that."

You were so stunned by his behavior and it honestly sent some weird feeling inside you.

"But what if I wanna give it away?" You asked before he could open the door to leave. He let out a deep sigh.

"Trust me, you don't." He insisted.

Biting your lip, you took in his height and built. You weren't going to lie and pretend you didn't size him up from the moment you saw him. He probably had a monster cock that could tear you apart and part of you wanted that. Plus he was probably experienced in making love to someone so why not?

"If it's with you I really do..."

He whipped his back at your words, about to scold you but his words got caught in his mouth when you began to strip in front of him before laying down on the bed, legs spread for him and anxiously waiting for him to touch you. He couldn't resist himself. He ended up pining your tiny and virgin body under him, tearing your hymen apart and claiming you as his. He made sure you were in no pain and he had you cumming more than once. You could say it was an amazing first time.

You spent the rest of the night talking, and you ended up spilling about your economic situation. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps he was high on having taking your virginity, or perhaps he truly felt something for you. Either way you agreed to be his sugar baby, and you don't regret it one bit. Not when you get to have his monster cock in you, and he's not complaining either when he gets to stuff himself in you.

"Fuck! You're still so damn tight my little one... just like the first time."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

He tried to ignore the sound of the shower right behind the door he was leaning in. He had to. He shouldn't try to imagine what was going on in there. But as his eyes closed, he couldn't stop picturing your naked body glistening as the water cascaded down your skin. His hand grazed over his erection, wondering if perhaps you were doing something similar.

Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly and quietly opened the door, the hot steam fogging up the glass doors to the shower but he could still make out your beautiful and young figure. He witnessed as your hand played with your clit, dipping inside your folds as tiny gasps and pants escaped your lips.

"Mr. Kang...." Hearing you murmur his name sent any self-control he had out the window.

He began to strip himself out of his clothes, very slowly and in silence so as to not disturb you. Besides you looked so pretty as you touched yourself, trying to get yourself off at the thought of him. Without taking his eyes off you, he slid the glass door and soon stood behind you in the luxurious and spacious shower. You jumped slightly when you felt familiar hands wrap themselves around your waist, fingertips digging into you. You could never forget his touch, you remembered how those hands felt when they once caught you and saved you from a nasty fall.

You knew it wasn't a dream or fantasy when you felt lips pressing open mouth kisses against the side of your neck and traveled down to your shoulders. You moved your hand away to allow the person behind you to take control, his long and slender fingers finally making your darkest fantasies come true as they penetrated inside you, moving back and forth in an effort to bring you into an orgasm.

Kang Yeosang's deep and husky voice breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your body.

"You don't know how long I've lusted after you..."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

With Choi San it wasn't you seducing him. It was letting him seduce you. Ever since he saw you walk in with your short skirt, applying for a part time job at his bookstore, he had been wanting you, craved your body. And honestly... you fed him in his game.

You would wear even shorter skirts, bending down right in front of him so he could get a glimpse at your scantily clad pussy. Or you'd constantly ask him for help in putting away some of the books that went on higher shelves just so he'd put his hands around you, which he'd often keep there longer than needed. And you loved it.

One day he had been frustrated by you past his limit. Throwing away all decorum, he came up behind you as you arranged some books. You let out a gasp when you felt his hands grope your breasts.

"I've been working you too hard my darling... maybe I should let you take a little break?" You became putty in his hands when he used his satoori tone with you.

You didn't stop him when he lifted your shirt up to your neck, nor when he pulled your breasts out from your bra cups. You just moaned with no shame as his fingers tweaked and pinched at your highly sensitive nipples.

"Fuck you have really soft and squishy boobs. It's like they were made for my hands."

Snaking one hand under your skirt, he was surprised to not only find out that you were practically dripping for him but you were not wearing any underwear that day.

"Shit darling, did you came here hoping I would fuck you?"

You threw your head back as he cupped your heat, rubbing at your clit.

"Yes! Please fuck me Mr. Choi! W-wanna get fucked by you." You begged him, pushing your ass behind you to grind against his very obvious bulge.

He was more than satisfied by your answer. Finally getting your consent, he no longer had to hold back. Freeing his cock which was leaking at the tip, he pushed your skirt up to expose your ass cheeks. Giving each of them a few slaps with his cock, he teased you as he rubbed his bulbous tip along your slit.

"Now my little apprentice, I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a little cunt like yours."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Spotting exactly what you were hoping to find for the night, you approached the older male and sat in front of him. Giving you a little glance, he furrowed his eyebrows as he took in your countenance.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a club like this?" He questioned you.

"Trust me, I'm old enough." You boldly took the glass he had in front of him and took a sip before setting it back down.

He let out a tiny chuckle as you practically drowned almost an entire glass of straight vodka. You had guts, he was giving you that.

"Little lady I'm sure there are more young men your age scattered about waiting for a beauty like you to pay attention to them. So why not go find them?" He suggested.

You frowned at him, a tiny huff coming out from your lips.

"Guys my age are all idiots and little babies. Absolutely nothing fun about them."

You scooted closer to him, your hand coming down to rub at one of his ridiculous thick thighs.

"I prefer men who are more older and..... bigger." You made emphasis on that last word.

The male snorted as he let you continue your little game. He was actually pretty amused and flattered at having a young and attractive girl hit on him.

"Little lady as much as I'd love to take you back to my place and fuck you into my sheets, I'm warning you that I'm into more.... risque and exotic pleasures and honestly....I don't think an inexperienced thing like you could handle it."

The man, whom you soon found out was named Song Mingi peeked your interest even more as he confided in you that little detail. And you were more than happy to indulge in extremely naughty kinks. That's how you ended up in his bed, your hands and feet tied to each of the bed posts, blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps adorning your perky breasts as your older lover for the night was continuing his abuse on your swollen and red pussy, drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" He cried out, grunting in an almost animalistic manner as he pumped his cum all over your body.

Removing your blindfold and mouth gag, he looked for any signs of regret but was instead met with your fucked out face that held a tiny grin.

"Older and bigger cocks are indeed the best."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Working as an exotic dancer, you met a lot of customers and got used to having regulars. But no one got under your skin or made you lose your senses like Jung Wooyoung. Usually you didn't give any special treatment to anyone unless it guaranteed more cash in your garter belt. But there was something about him that had you constantly looking over when he was there. Every time he was watching from the crowd, you made sure every wink, every lip bite or swirl of your tongue was directed at him.

You were thinking about giving up, since weeks passed and he didn't seem to make a move on you or on any of the other girls. Perhaps he was dragged there by his friends since he always sat there idly, no expression whatsoever. When you were told someone payed to have a private show with you, the last person you expected to see was none other than Jung Wooyoung himself, sitting on the couch, a glass of wine on his hand. Pulling out a large bill, he smirked at you.

"One hundred dollars if you take off that top."

His request had your legs wobbling. Since it was a rather fancy and elegant strip club, none of you ever actually stripped completely bare, only staying in scanty lingerie. But honestly, you didn't hesitate and let the top fall to the floor. You loved the way Wooyoung was eyeing your chest, tongue poking out to wet his lip. Reaching into his pocket once more, this time he produced even more bills and layed them on the table.

"500 dollars if you remove that lace thong."

Holy crap, you thought to yourself. That was a lot of money that you weren't going to refuse. And besides, you were already wet for the older man that you would suck him off right then and there if he asked you to, with absolutely no payment. This time his hand began to rub at his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he took his long length out which had your mouth watering and staring for so long that you didn't notice the even larger stash of cash he had taken out of his jacket which layed beside him.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, you practically plunged yourself down on him, not caring to take your time as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. The man underneath you was enjoying himself as well, the visual of your ass clapping against his hips driving him insane.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that- oh god!"

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to slap your cheeks rather harshly, hips taking control as he rammed his cock into you. Through raspy grunts and growls, he made his final proposition to you:

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Working as the personal assistant for your father's CEO friend was not easy. Not because Choi Jongho was difficult, scary and begrudgingly agreed to have his friend's daughter work for him when she had no experience, but because the man was hot. You had the hots for your dad's friend and knowing you would have to be by his side for 8-10 hours on the daily both thrilled and terrified you.

"Can't you even work a simple printer? Seriously? How stupid could you possibly be?"

You honestly didn't mind his constant insults and degradation. In fact...that's exactly what you wanted, even more if he did it in front of others. Truth was, you did know how to work a printer and do other office related small tasks. You just chose not to just to have him yell and scream at you. His anger further fueled your sexual desires for him.

Eventually he ended up finding out what your little plan was when he chanced upon you sending a fax for someone, something he had always refrained from teaching you cause he thought you'd be too stupid to do.

"Why you cunning little vixen." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you, angry that a little brat like you was getting under his skin just to get a reaction out of him. He felt his palm start to tremble with an urge to bend you over and spank you into place.

Which he did end up doing, among other things in an effort to get you to behave or straighten up. But it never fully worked since you kept testing his patience, and he truly didn't mind. He liked your little game and he started to look forward to having his little vixen misbehave just to put her back in her place. And you lived for having him punish and degrade you.

"Look at you. You look like a common whore, letting me fuck her little hole as much as I want to."

You whimpered as his hand pulled your hair, making you lift your head and watch from the mirror as he fucked you from behind against his dresser.

"Maybe I should take a picture and send it to your dad. Let him know that his precious daughter is nothing more than a slut that likes getting her tight little hole fucked by his best friend."

You shook at his words, tears steaming down your face from the overstimulation he was putting you through. You absolutely loved it. Loved having him remind you of how wrong and sinful it was. Pressing your back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around your throat as he pounded his cock into you like the beast he was.

"But no... I won't do that. This will be our little secret."

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Inhuman Interrogation (Welcome to the Underground!)

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Summary: Oliver's been caught red handed and there's only one thing to do: Claw and lie his way out of the situation. However, the bard might be a little over his head from this stranger who watches all.

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Oliver could feel a chill run down his spine, fear gripping him tightly as he scrambled to keep himself calm. Being found out was always a possibility he’d calculated in his plans, he just hadn’t wanted to deal with it tonight. Well you know what they say: When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in life’s eyes and run like hell.

He’d been caught so the next step was to determine by who.

Oliver blew cool air onto his face as he pivoted around to see which person had been acute enough to catch onto his antics.

He had been expected to looking at an unhappy Lea with his sword drawn.

What found waiting for him was worse.

It was good looking man though Oliver couldn’t hazard a guess to his age. His hair was short wispy dark brown like the color of copper. His face was scratched by dozens of tiny whites line, healed scars that somehow did not detract away from his handsomeness. He wore a plain white tunic with black leggings, a large bronze hued cape hung over his unusually thin frame. The most striking feature were his golden eyes. Not golden in shade but actual gold, metallic shimmering and shining like metal caught in the glow of the sun.

He was a sight to behold, perfection made flesh and blessed by the gods.

And Oliver knew he was utterly and terribly inhuman. He was not a mortal being for no human could ever been so perfect.

The Stranger tilted his head quizzically, his eyes dilated into pupil-less orbs.

“You” He spoke in a raspy, low voice “You’ve been busy.”

Oliver coughed, trying to get his dry throat working again.

The Stranger took a step closer, his gaze unflinching “Yes, very busy.”

Oliver chuckled nervously “I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean increasingly creepy man. If you excuse me.”

As Oliver turned to leave, his blood turned cold when the stranger harshly whispered, his words booming in Oliver’s ears.

“How’s Death I wonder? He’s an old friend for you, right?”

Oliver whirled around, fist clenched but the Stranger hadn’t taken a step forward. In fact he had taken a step away, furthering the distance between them.

Oliver gulped nervously, trying his best to stop his racing heart.

“And you” he murmured quietly, trying to hold onto his fleeting courage “Smell of it.”

It was true: Even this far away, Oliver could smell the stench of decay, of death and blood wafting off the Stranger as if he’d come straight from a bloody battle.

The Stranger made no indication he heard Oliver’s comment, just stared with golden eyes unblinking.

Oliver let out a tense breath before closing his eyes. He centered his will, he reached out into the universe and drew in the power of his magic.

He could hear the scrawling of a pen across the scratchy surface of parchment, the squishy wet sounds of paint drying, the tuning of a lute among excited laughter and cheers.

‘I need to escape.’ Oliver spoke in his mind.

Knowledge filled his mind: Spells and their uses. The hand gestures necessary to tug at the weave to make his will, his need a reality.

An unknown force guided his hand, raising it high and surging with magical power. Oliver’s eyes snapped open with a fierce determination. He took a deep breath, his fingers at the ready as he prepared to recite the incantation.

“I…” Oliver began when the Stranger struck. There was a blink and there was the stranger in front of him, his hand wrapped tightly around Oliver’s wrist.

“So.” the Stranger spoke in an oddly smooth voice “You ready to tell me what you were doing squirreling about?”

Oliver was strained against the Stranger but his grip was as strong as iron. Unless he could complete the hand gestures and motions along with the incantation, the spell was incomplete and he was as helpless as a kitten in Stranger’s grasp.

Oliver grimaced in pain “Now you’re remembering to be human? No creepy staring or awkward conversations about death?”

“Sorry, sometimes my lady speaks through me. I am her will incarnate on this plane.” The Stranger gave a sheepish grin

Oliver smiled uneasily “Right mysterious lady sure. That’s totally normal. How about you let me go and I won’t take the psychotic act personally?”

“But it is personal.” The Stranger’s smirk widen, his teeth too sharp to be mortal “You’re up to something and I’d like to know what.”

‘Great.’ Oliver thought to himself, his eyes darting about for a sign of assistance: a cloaked figure nearby fidgeted awkwardly but ultimately did nothing, a few nobles conveniently glanced the opposite direction of their altercation. Even the guards were nowhere in sight. Whoever this person was, he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Oliver pursed his lips, his mind desperately grasping at ideas to escape this situation.

“Party planner” Oliver offered helpfully “My job is to keep track of everything, make sure the party is moving smoothly and ensure there is no issues. You know how Mr. Brambleoak dislikes unnecessary distractions.”

The Stranger nodded in understanding “Party planner? That’s a good one. Feasible. If were I shade dumber, I might actually believe you. However…”

Oliver winced in pain as his grip tightened. The bard had been manhandled once or twice before but never this single handedly.

“Now” The Stranger’s golden eyes narrowed threateningly “Let’s try this one more time before you really anger my lady. What were you doing?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

“There you are!”

For one nerve wracking moment Oliver thought the Stranger had backup but he seemed just as confused as he was.

Maria cut in between two men gracefully and forced the Stranger to release his grip. He backed away as she linked herself arm in arm with Oliver.

“Sweetie!” She spoke with honeyed words, patting his arm lovingly “You ran off so quickly. I was worried I’d upset you.”

“Umm.” Oliver eyed the Stranger carefully, wary at any sudden movements “Sorry honey. This person thought I was someone he knew.”

Maria peered closer, getting a good look at the man.

The Stranger smiled cheekily “Fraid I got the wrong person.”

“You should really be careful, the guards here dislike any disturbance to the festivities.”

Almost as if magically summoned by her words, the guards began to approach with hands on their blades.

“Of course. Of course. Wouldn’t want trouble.” the Stranger bowed mockingly “Besides, I don’t think he’s the one I want.”

“That’s certainly ominous.” Oliver murmured under his breath.

Maria jabbed him with her elbow though her gaze never left the Stranger’s golden eyes.

“We should go.” Oliver offered helpfully “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Maria beamed cheerfully “No worries, I was feeling a bit tired myself. Good night good sir.”

“Bye.”

“Good night miss” the Stranger tilted his head “Bard.”

Maria hurriedly dragged Oliver away.

“Thanks for the save.” Oliver said gratefully.

Maria blew a strain of hair from her face “You’re welcome.”

“Not mad about using you as a distraction?”

“Normally I would be” Maria admitted “But that little stunt you pull got the harpies off my back for the rest of night.”

Oliver chuckled “Basking in the admiration of their adoring fans?”

“You have no idea.” she replied wearily “I’m just happy for a moment of peace. So thank you for that.”

“You are welcome then.”

The two made their way outside and straight into quite the scene: a massive cheering crowd formed around a handful of people. Most of the combatants were faced down, sprawled across the cobbled streets though Oliver spotted two familiar faces standing tall and victorious over their fallen foes.

“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?” Terri screamed into the roaring masses, arms flexed. Tyrell looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

Oliver spotted Lea among the thundering crowd, his eyes alive with excitement and joy.

Terri caught Oliver’s eye and gave a proud smile. Oliver offered a subtle thumbs up as Maria led him away from the bank.

“I take it you can’t go far.” Maria stated simply.

“No” Oliver spoke honestly “I’m afraid my business is not yet concluded.”

“Is it alright if I stay with you for now?”

Oliver bit his lip nervously “Sure. Of course. I have a moment. Not curious about what I was up to?”

Maria gave a cheeky smirk “Naturally but I have a feeling secrecy is important here. Better to not ask than force you to lie to me."

“Thank you. I don’t like lying to you.”

The two stood side by side, arms intertwined together in a quiet comfortable near silence.

Maria smiled softly “You know my father used to warn me about my sentimentality for people. About they would use it against me.”

“People like me?”

She smirked mischievously as she puffed out her chest, speaking in a mocking tone “There will come poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

Oliver snorted loudly, trying to hide his flushing skin “Oh lei oh lai oh lord?”

“Oh quiet you.” Maria scolded with a chuckle “Surprise you didn’t take the set up.”

“Too easy.”

“Should I be offend?”

“I mean those are pretty good lyrics” Oliver replied, hand high in surrender “Surprised they came out of your father’s bitter lips.”

“I suppose everyone has their moments. However rare.”

“I suppose so.”

Maria’s hazel eyes met Oliver’s brown, curious yet expecting “Do you remember what you said to me two months ago? At the last competition?”

“Umm…” Oliver scratched his chin thoughtfully “I say a lot of things. You need to be specific.”

“That my voice was utterly angelic?”

“Ah, I didn’t think you actually heard me.” Oliver’s cheeks blushed a bright red.

Maria giggled sweetly “Did you mean it? What you said inside?”

“Yes” Oliver answered without hesitation “You don’t need them. You would be amazing by yourself.”

Maria’s smile was sad. She sighed tiredly as she threw a glance towards the bank “My father won’t let me but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Oliver nodded in confirmation.

“I feel like I am a disappointment. A puppet controlled by a father who craves nothing but influence and status.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

Oliver shifted uneasily.

“That’s what I thought bard. Nice try though.”

Oliver caught sight of Flora and Sel making their way outside, signaling the others the mission was complete. Terri and Tyrell broke free from the fight circle and began making their way towards the rendezvous point.

Maria slipped her arm out of his “It is time I suppose.”

“Enjoy your night off.” Oliver took her hand in his own and softly kissed it. Maria flushed a pink hue but still curtsy in response.

Oliver turned to face her, his eyes gentle and understanding “You aren’t a disappointment.”

Maria rolled her eyes “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not.” Oliver firmly stated.

Maria’s eyes stared quizzically into his “Certain, are you?”

Oliver cleared his throat “You aren’t a disappointment to me.”

“That’s sweet but I’m afraid I barely know you. Besides you’ve been a thorn in my father’s plans consistently. Technically, I shouldn’t be talking to you let alone assisting.”

Oliver gave an impish grin “Yet you are.”

“You are far too charming for your own good.” Maria frowned mockingly

“Nothing compared to you.”

“Sweet words are nothing without meaning beyond them bard.”

Oliver took a deep calming breath, struggling to get the words out before he lost his nerve “The boy who used to climb your fence still loves you.”

Maria’s eyes widen with confusion before realization dawned upon her hazel eyes “How did you…?”

but Oliver ran, bravery failing. He disappeared into the crowded streets without another word. He ducked and weaved through the people in case Maria decided to chase him though he doubt she would. Perhaps those words didn’t have the same weight as they once did. Oliver really did not want to stick around to find out. He shouldn’t have said anything but he’d never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

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It hadn’t taken long for Oliver to meet up with the rest of the crew. Everyone managed to gather in a nearby alley, their chatter excited and cheerful.

“Boss man!” Terri boomed, arms opened wide “WE DID IT! See the pile? Do I get results or do I get results?”

Oliver gave a weak chuckle “Yes you do. Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Damn straight.” Terri flexed unnecessarily once more. Flora gave a playful wink towards her girlfriend which turned Terri a lovely bright pink.

Tyrell looked haggard and sick “I never want to do that again. Ever.”

“You did amazingly Ty! You can be First Chair in no time if you keep this up!” Terri patted his back approvingly, Tyrell nearly went sprawling to the floor below.

Oliver gave a sharp whistle, grabbing the attention of everyone “We did great team and it was an honor to work with you. If you require my assistance, I’ll be in town for a few days at the Right Hook. Ask for Ollie.”

Terri slipped her hand into Flora’s “We won’t be in town much longer. We have business up north but we wish you well! Permission to leave?”

“Granted.” Oliver waved them off “No making out until you leave our sights.”

It was impossible to know who was a redder shade: Terri or Flora.

The pair bowed respectfully before taking their leave, Flora’s head resting lovingly on Terri’s shoulder. Oliver couldn’t help chuckle at Terri’s proud “And you didn’t poison anyone! Great work sweetheart!”

Oliver turned to the remaining two “Sel, destroy the paper and report back to the local Conductor. If there’s any more trouble come get me.”

Sel gave a single nod before disappearing into the crowded streets without another word.

“And me?” Tyrell whispered anxiously “What about me?”

“You.” Oliver stretched his neck, trying to relive the tension of the night “You’re gonna tell me how to get into the Clifftop Distract.”

“E-excuse me?”

Oliver waved his question off “Don’t even. I know you’re a noble born. Your clothes are way too nice to be a simple baker or blacksmith’s son. And barely frayed means you ran away from home recently.”

Tyrell glanced away, fidgeting nervously “You noticed?”

Oliver nodded.

“And you don’t care?”

“Not in the least” Oliver admitted honestly “You got into the Choir. That means you’re good in my book.”

“Thank you.” Tyrell smiled softly “I appreciate it. May I ask why you need to get into the Clifftop Distract?”

Oliver scratched the back of his neck sheepishly “Someone I know has business up there. Figured I might as well ask you to make our lives easier.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“I’m really not.” Oliver murmured quietly, unable to stare Tyrell in the eyes.

Tyrell shook his head is disagreement but didn’t press further “Every month they change the password. This month’s is Knightly Valor.”

“Knightly Valor, thank you.”

“No, thank you for not telling the others. May I go now?”

Oliver ruffled Tyrell’s hair playfully “Go on scamp.”

Tyrell bowed and with a skip in his step, made his way out of the alleyway.

Oliver stood there alone for a moment before turning towards the shadows.

“You gonna keep follow me or we’re finally going to talk?”

The figure did not break the silence of the night as they stepped out seemingly from darkness itself.

“You knew I was following you? Impressive given not many can sense my presence” the cloaked figured spoke. unable to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

“Mhm.” Oliver grunted “Ever since West End. You were in the bar the night Abigail and I hired Archie. I heard you moving about when we camped for the night, just down the tunnel out of sight. I assume you lost us when we went down the side tunnels and decided to stake out West Haven for us to pass through. You’ve been tailing me all night since I left the Right Hook.

The figure said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Oliver sighed tiredly “Alright, we gonna have a problem? I've had a long night and I've been threaten one times too many today.”

“No problem.” The figure muttered.

Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Then why show yourself?”

“You need to know my presence.”

Oliver sighed “You are being very cryptic.”

“Now you know how everyone else feels.”

Oliver smirked mockingly, unable to hide the sarcasm from his voice “Thanks, I hate it!”

“Be careful bard.” the figured glanced about, worried “Something is coming.”

“Nice and vague, thanks for the tip ninja.”

The figure shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.

“Fine, go on then if you're not gonna be any more helpful.” Oliver shook his head before closing his eyes. When he opened them, the figure was gone, upped and vanished into nothingness.

Oliver ran his hand through hair tiredly as he began making his way back to the Right Hook.

“And I still have to climb two stories. Fucking hell, what a night.”

[twistedsin]

Can I please request a nsfw scenario for Azul with a fem reader in his Octomer form(thirsty for some tentacles) bc the reader wants to show him that he doesn't have to be insecure about his true form. Some comforting sex? If it makes you uncomfortable then please switch it up with a smut scenario for Lilia x fem reader if want! Thanks anyway ^^

Soft tentacle h3ntai, never heard of it. I’ll give it a try Octoboi deserves love. It is tentelces so I was unable to resist a little dp~

Set-up: You went with Azul back to his home for the weekend. 

Azul let out a long sigh as he leaned against the door. Finally the two of you managed to escape to the solitude of his room. “I didn’t expect them to ask so many questions.” Azul ran a hand through his hair

“I think it’s sweet. Shows they care.” You gave your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. “Besides, that’s in the past. Now we get to be alone together for the rest of the night.” You trailed a few kisses along his jaw. “I don’t know what you had planned but I came up with a few fun ideas after having to see you shirtless all day~” You whispered in his ear. Azul’s cheeks turned bright red despite how he tried to keep calm. He pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat. “I-i think I like your idea more than the board games I had planned...”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pushing away from the door. “Allow me to change forms and get ready.” 

You tilted your head to the side, “Why would you want to do that?” You reached out and grabbed one of his tentacles. It instinctively wrapped around your hand. Azul  stopped and gave you a puzzled look, a bit of blush still burning on his cheeks. “Were you not talking about,” He gave a pause out of embarrassment, “...sex?”

“I was.”

“Therefore I need to be in my other form. It is more preferred after all.”

“No. I think this form is just fine. Well, more than just fine~” You raised the hand with the appendage wrapped around it to your lips and gave it a soft kiss. 

“But...” Azul loosely crossed his arms over his torso, “I’m squishy.” 

“So are my breasts, and you quite enjoy those.” You let go of the tentacle you held and began to remove your top. “It’s not a bad thing.” 

He stayed quiet this time but still wasn’t quite convinced. His tentacles grabbed the garments you shed, folded them and set them aside. “Do you know what my favorite feature of yours is?” You had shed everything but the enchanted shell necklace that let you breath underwater. “It’s your handsome face, and that is the same in both forms.” You approached him cupping his face in your hands. “If you truly want to change forms I won’t stop you. Just know that what I care about is you. You are just as stunning, and smart and turn me on just as much in either form.” You pulled him in to a sweet kiss before adding one last comment. “Though, if you stay in this form you’re already naked~” 

Azul’s tentacles slowly began to wrap around you. One slipping up each leg, one trailing up your back to bring you closer. Another one curled around your hand while one of Azul’s hand intertwined with yours. He shook his head slightly, “Fine. You’ve convinced me. Just this once though.” Well depending how it went

A bright smile illuminated your face, “I love you my handsome octopus.” 

The tentacle behind you pushed you forward to press against Azul, a perfect opportunity for the two of you to have your lips meet again. This time the two of you shared kiss after kiss, finally done with talking and just wanting to enjoy each others bodies. One of the tentacles unwound from your leg to slip along your folds and between your cheeks. Your shuddered at the sensation of the cold rigid suction cups running along your sensitive areas. The appendage wrapped around your back slithered forward so that the end could wrap around your breast. One of the suction cups latched onto your nipple making you break your kiss with a small gasp. Slowly you leaned back, looking down at your body, examining just exactly where his legs were and how they sat. 

“Is something wrong?” Azul asked, squeezing your hand lightly. Did he do something wrong? His insecurities were starting to arise again. 

You gave a soft smile and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “Not at all! My body being tangled up in yours, I’m sure that’s quite a lovely sight. I wanted to see what I could.”

Azul hadn’t quite thought about that yet. He leaned back a little and let his eyes wander over you, really taking in the sight of his squishy appendages wrapped around you. A small smirk painted his lips, “It is~” Finally his confidence was returning. Seeing how he was simply making you helpless. He whipped the tentacle between your legs softly, letting in roll along your holes. The taunting sensation made you jolt. “You look especially lovely when I do that.” 

You rolled your hips lightly, your pussy beginning to quiver, “If it feels this good outside, I wonder what it feels like inside.” You were getting slick just thinking about what came next.  “Patience Anglefish~” Azul cooed, bringing you in to another kiss whipping the tentacle again. He enjoyed the feeling of you moaning into his mouth. The appendages began to pulsate, rolling along your holes. The one on your chest squeezing your breast, the sucker tugging at your nipple with each contraction. Your kisses became more needy as your body heated up, drool slipping from your lips as your tongue slipped into his mouth. You squeezed his hand and tentacle signaling that you wanted him to go further. Your lips left his and moved to kiss his neck, his head tilted back to give you more access. He secretly hooped you might leave a light mark that he could show off tomorrow. 

Another one of his limbs crossed along your back to mirror the other, wrapping around your other breast and latching onto the tip. Together they began to squeeze and pull at your chest. You gasped and squeezed his hand. “Azul~” You whined, feeling so hot just from what he was doing to your chest. “Please, fuck me~ I want to feel you inside me. The true you~” Your begged, breathless in his ear. 

Azul let out a pleased sigh, he always enjoyed when you begged. Your cute whines, how much you needed him and wanted him. He loved it so much. And adding that you didn’t mind him with his wider hips and squishy appendages, was all the more rewarding. “If you really want me that much~” His lips pressed to your cheek. “Anything for you my Angelfish.” The tentacle between your legs slithered out, while the one around your leg slipped upward and suctioned to your butt cheek. Soon you felt the tip of the one that had been between you running along your slit a few times. “You tease” You pouted, shivering in anticipation as he made you wait. Finally, finally it stopped moving, and drew back momentarily before pushing up and deep inside. You squealed at the sudden action. Your body pulled away a bit in reflex but his legs pulled you back down and deeper onto the tentacle. It was so deep and fluid, pulsing and wiggling inside you. So much different from his dick but it was so wonderful. The tentacle curled and uncurled itself inside you; your pussy clenching each time just like when his finger did only much more intense.

The view of you in his tentacles was nice, but watching you come undone to them was enthralling. He just couldn’t take his eyes off you.  “Well, how does it feel?” Azul taunted, knowing how hard it was for you to talk considering how your mouth was busy expelling lewd noises. “A-ah a-mazing~” you managed to gasp. “Are you sure?  I want to please my angelfish as much as I can.” The limbs on your breasts gave a stronger tug, causing you to throw your head back. “I do have more limbs so that I can tend to all of you. Like here~” The tentacle that was on your butt slipped between your cheeks and swirled against your asshole before the tip of it pushed inside. “A-ah!” Your body clenched tightly around the new addition, lurching forward pushing the tentacle in your pussy deeper.. You were so so close to cumming. Azul wondered how much longer it would take for you to come undone. 

“I-i love you” You panted, arms shifting to wrap around his neck so you can hold him tighter. Azul’s response was just a simple, “Oh?” His way to taunt you into telling him more.  “Y-you’re, handsome, strong, slim, cunning~” It was mostly just adjectives as your mind was barley able to focus on anything other than the pleasure you were feeling. The tip in your ass squirmed about while the one in your pussy began coiling inside so more of it filled you and it was able to thrust at a quicker pace. The tentacles around your chest pulling and squeezing your chest tighter, alternating so the pleasure never ceased. You soon devolved into simply whimpering his name over and over again as you neared your climax. 

You let out a cry as your body tensed, shaking and twitching in his grasp as you were hit with a powerful orgasm. His appendages slowed to a stop as you went limp against him. You shivered with a small whimper as they slipped out and moved under you to hold you up. “I love you too.” Azul whispered, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. His arms wrapped around your waist, letting you lean on him. He peppered kisses along your jaw as you caught your breath, “My beloved Angelfish” 

[sadsilktrader]

Secret Admirer

I apologize for my extreme tardiness for posting to the Geraskier Holiday Exchange. This was written for @gotfanfiction 

A modern Geraskier AU in which Jaskier is receiving gifts from an admirer.

...

"I'm telling you Yen, the man doesn't even know I exist. It can't be him," Jaskier paced the living room of his small apartment, small watering can in hand, completely forgotten. His plants looked on forlornly. 

"Hm," she replied, he could hear the scritch-scratch of the emery board while she only half-listened to his prattling. "All I'm saying is that he was there at the pub the night you played and he lives in your building and he can hear you when you practice and those have all been the nights you've got gifts from your secret admirer." 

"Half the building goes to that pub, it could be anyone! Plus, he doesn't even know I exist. " He flopped dramatically onto the couch, spilling water on himself. "Anyway, I'll let you go do whatever important business you have to do. You'll be here before my show on Saturday with Triss, right?" 

"We'll be there. We just have to drop Ciri off at her dad's first. Now promise me you'll at least talk to him next time you see him."

"Maybe." He grumbled. 

"What was that?"

"Fine, fine! I promise!" 

"You better. I'm tired of listening to you wistfully sigh every time we speak."

"You're the worst."

"I love you too Jaskier, bye." 

The phone clicked. 

He'd met Yen online, a friend of a friend of a friend. They played DnD together, starting off as catty enemies and somehow developing into the deep friendship they had now. She was a good person, just a little rough around the edges. Well, very rough around the edges. 

She'd settled down a lot over the last few years when motherhood had fallen into her lap though. He wasn’t certain about all the details, they were close but she was a private person. She shared custody of her adopted daughter, Ciri, with her ex. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man but he'd heard enough about him to form his own opinions. Heart in the right place but not exactly open about his feelings. 

Sounded a lot like his own mysterious love. He sighed again, there was no way it was his gorgeous and stoic upstairs neighbor. The man was gorgeous and kind and lovely. He was tall and pale with silky white hair. Not to mention outrageously muscular. Jaskier had seen him in their apartment's gym working out on more than one occasion. It had taken every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from openly ogling him. He'd seen him feeding the feral cat that lived in the parking lot. Helping their elderly neighbors with their groceries. Playing with his daughter on the weekends. The man was too good to be true. Which was why he was absolutely positive he couldn't be the one leaving the gifts at his door. 

The mystery man was perfect but he, Julian Alfred Pancratz, college drop out, jobless, barely squeezing by with the money he made by doing odd jobs in the apartment complex and occasionally performing at the neighborhood pub, was an absolute mess. There was no way someone like the man would give him more than a passing glance. 

He sat up quickly leaving the forgotten, spilled watering can to the side to search for his notebook and pen. At least all the angst and longing seemed to also be a fantastic inspiration. 

...

He chewed his lip, the leather-bound notebook balanced on his knee. He strummed a few chords on his guitar before setting it back carefully down to scribble something down. 

The sun was fully set now and his balcony light had flicked on giving the small area an ethereal glow. He loved the process of writing and creating outside where he could feel the world around him. There was something about feeling the gentle breeze against him, the sun and moon shining down on him, and the fluttering hummingbirds that visited his feeder that just felt right.  

He stretched and yawned and was contemplating packing up for the night when he heard it. A barely-there, soft knock at his door. Eyes gone wide he all but threw his things down and ran to the door to open it. No one. As always. There was however a small box tied in a ribbon and a note attached. 

A voice so sweet deserves something sweet in return. -love, your admirer 

He undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was an assortment of homemade chocolates. He popped one in his mouth and let it slowly melt over his tongue. Dark chocolate, caramel, sea salt. He couldn't help the sappy smile that plastered itself on his face and would stay there the rest of the night. 

It had been a little over a month since the gifts started arriving. Most of the time they were baked goods or sweets of some kind but occasionally it was something different.  A clutch of flowers, a silver bracelet with music notes engraved, once there was even a picture of a particularly beautiful sunrise left for him. He treasured them all. 

He was a hopeless romantic down to the core of his being. He had never met his admirer but he was sure it would be love at first sight.

…

He was bone tired. He'd spent the day hauling furniture away to the thrift store and painting the walls of one of his elderly neighbors who was soon moving to a rest home. For all the work he was paid thirty dollars and a batch of very good snickerdoodle cookies. He knew it was all the woman could afford to give him and he was grateful for that. Not exactly enough to pay the rent but enough to buy a few groceries at least. 

He stood in the deli section, weighing out the pros and cons of value pack meats when he saw him. The man, his white hair hanging loose around his shoulders, dark jeans, and a leather jacket. His breath hitched and his mouth went dry. 

Gods how can anyone look that attractive just going to the grocery store. 

The man looked up, catching him staring. His eyes the color of amber and honey. He felt like a deer in the headlights caught in his gaze. A few faint scars visible on his face and neck. He couldn't help but wonder if there were more on the rest of the man's body and felt a blush rise to his cheeks. 

"It's leaking." The man said.

"What?"

"The honey ham your holding, it's leaking."

He stared at the gorgeous being before him for a moment longer before it clicked. 

"Oh fuck," he dropped the squishy package on the ground, ham juices splashing on the both of them. 

"Oh, gods I'm so sorry," he wasn't sure his face could get any redder. 

"It's okay, really. I've had much worse things spilled on me before. You looked pretty lost in thought."

An employee glared at him with a mop and trash can. He smiled awkwardly, wishing he could just disappear. 

"You're the musician, right? I live in the apartment above yours. I can hear you playing from my living room." The way the man said it had him wondering if that was a good thing or not. 

"I'm Julian, well Jaskier to my friends and fans." He mustered up the courage he usually reserved for the stage and gave the man his best smile. 

"Geralt. I'd shake your hand but," He nodded to his arms full of groceries. "You know when you go into the store thinking you only need one thing?" 

"Well, you're in luck," he gestured to his cart, "I just so happen to have the best cart in the store. Not a squeaky wheel in sight." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely! The life of a musician leads to a very sparse diet. More than enough room for both of us. Plus we're headed to the same place." 

Geralt had an amused smirk on his face that made Jaskier's heart skip a beat. Conversation between them came easy. Geralt was the quieter of the two but his dry wit and cheesy jokes had him laughing harder than he had in ages. Handsome and funny. 

They made their way back to the apartment complex walking slower than was necessary, he noticed. 

"So you have a daughter? I'm not stalking you or anything, I just noticed her around the complex sometimes."

"Ciri," he replied. "My ex and I share custody, its-" he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "it's a bit of a complicated situation actually. But they’re moving closer soon and that should help.”

The elevator stopped at his floor and he stepped off. 

“So, I’ll be seeing you.” he mentally berated himself for not being able to come up with something more clever. The door was closing between them and he suddenly shot his hound out, stopping the door. 

“Actually, and please forgive me if this is too forward, maybe I could give you my number and we could grab a coffee sometime? Or do our grocery shopping together again?”

Geralt chuckled before reaching into his pocket, tapping at the screen a few times, and passed it over. He added his number with the name Jaskier followed by a heart and music note emoji. The moment the elevator door closed he was dancing, groceries in hand, for his forwardness paying off for once. 

…

It was colder tonight but he still played outside until his fingers were near numbing. His cheeks were flushed red from the cold. After his run-in with the man, he felt like he was walking on clouds. The world was at peace and he was the luckiest man in the world. He’d almost forgotten about his secret admirer completely until the same soft knock came from outside the door. Today was different though. Today he was brave and he had left a note for his admirer to find.

I beg of you to reveal yourself to me. I will be performing at the Royal Oak this Saturday. Please, wear this token so I may recognize you amongst the other patrons. Love, Jaskier

He strained his ears and purposely walked slowly to the door, giving his admirer time to leave the gift and find his note. He swore he heard mumbling of words. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before opening the door. 

His note was gone and in place of it a container he opened to reveal a miniature-sized three-layered cake elaborately decorated with chocolate-covered strawberries. It was, as always, delicious to the point of sin. 

He felt a twinge of guilt. He didn’t want to string along his admirer, especially if things with Geralt turned out well. But he was getting ahead of himself. They had spoken once and here he was already planning their life together. 

…

The next few days passed quickly. His wish of getting more work around the complex had come true but he was, unfortunately, unable to do any more practice for his upcoming performance. Every day he came back to his apartment with every intention of playing only to wake up from an unintentional five-hour nap on his couch. 

To make matters worse, he hadn’t received a single text from Geralt, and since his sleep schedule was completely messed up he hadn’t caught a single glimpse of him since their last accidental meeting. He thought of swinging by his place to invite him to his show but decided against it. Maybe he needed some space? Maybe he had come off as too clingy? The doubts and second-guesses were mounting.

He arrived at the pub early to set up and get some practicing in before going on stage. Geralt wouldn’t be there but at least, he hoped, his soon-not-to-be secret admirer would be. Inside the note, he’d left a silver brooch of a songbird in flight. It was small but something he would instantly recognize. The glimmer of it from the stage lights would catch his attention. At least that’s what he was hoping. He felt more nervous about this performance than he had in a long while.

“You okay there Jaskier?” The voice came from behind him and he turned to see Triss, her curls down, beautifully framing her face. 

“Oh thank the Gods,” he hugged her tight. 

“Where’s your better half?” he asked looking around the growing pub’s crowd. 

“Outside on the phone. It’s her ex, they don’t argue often but when they do,” she made a face. “Something about him needing her to watch their daughter.”

“Doesn’t he only see her on weekends? What an asshole.”

“Right?” 

He felt more at ease with a friendly face by his side and felt even better when Yennifer joined them. He was smarter than to ask her about the phone call and instead chatted about everything and anything to get his mind off his nerves. Time went by more quickly now and soon it was time for him to play. 

The second he stepped on stage his demeanor changed. Gone was any trace of nerves and doubt. The stage was his solace, the place he could bare his soul to the masses, or in this case to the forty-odd people crammed into the pub. 

It was halfway through his third song when he remembered to keep an eye out for his admirer. He scanned the crowd hoping for the familiar glint to catch his eye but there was nothing. He chewed his lip. 

The third song blended into his fourth and fifth. Still nothing. He took a break to grab a drink. He made small talk with Yennifer who raised a delicate brow at him. 

"Alright, spill it. What's got you so distracted?" 

He finished his drink and let his smile fall into a grimace. 

"I left a note. For my admirer. I asked them to come tonight. I left them something to wear so I would recognize them and-" 

"And they did show?" She finished for him. 

"Nope. Wait how did you know?" 

"First off you're terrible at hiding your emotions, and second I was fucking right and you owe me.”

“What?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I guess I’m partially to blame, I should have realized it earlier.”

“I- what?” he asked again. 

“Jaskier. Darling. Sweetheart. I was right.” she said the words slowly as one would do to a small dog. 

“Right about what?”

“Your admirer. It’s your neighbor. You never told me but let me guess. Pale, white hair, roguishly handsome, looks like he could snap you in half like a twig?”

“How do you?” He was feeling a little faint now like he was at the edge of realizing something terrible.

“Your neighbor, your admirer, and my ex are all the same person.”

His eyes went wide. It all made sense. All the clues were there but he had just been too dense to put them all together. He’d seen pictures of Yenifer’s daughter but he’d never spent more than a passing glance at Geralt's visiting daughter. 

“Oh fuck.” he sat down, suddenly unsure of his legs beneath him. 

“He called me right before I came in going on about needing to go out for a few hours and if it was alright with me if he left Ciri alone.” she chuckled. “I told him to not be an asshole and spend time with his daughter.”

Jaskier’s head perked up. Geralt had wanted to come. He hadn’t blown him off. 

“I have to go. Fuck, I can’t leave in the middle of a set though.” 

Yennifer waved him off, “I’ll sort things off here, you go to him.”

He kissed the top of her head and gave her a quick, tight hug. “You would tell me if this bothered you right? I mean, he’s your ex and all.” 

“I think you two would do a very good job at evening each other out, now go!” She smacked him on the shoulder and off he went. 

…

He ran home, or at least halfway home before running out of breath and proceeded to briskly walk the rest of the way. He was still trying to decide what to say when he found himself outside the door, sweating profusely and looking an absolute mess. He knocked on the door before he talked himself out of it. 

“One minute!” A voice from beyond the door answered followed by the sound of an oven door closing and the chain sliding from the door’s lock. 

The door opened. He looked beautiful, even like this, wearing an apron covered in flour cocoa powder. Especially like this maybe. 

“I’m friends with Yennifer and she said it was you but I didn’t believe her and I didn’t realize that your daughter Ciri was also her daughter Cirilla which in retrospect should have clued me in but-” he took a deep breath in. Geralt looked nervous and his rambling wasn’t happening. He started over. 

“You’re my secret admirer?”

The man blushed. “I am. Is that okay?”

“Very, very okay.” He smiled. 

“Would you like to come in? I was just baking. For you.” his blush deepened and Jaskier heart felt like it would burst with affection. 

“I’d like that very much.”

[sweetwritertanya]

Happy Valentine’s Day (Jungkook)

Summary: You thought this Valentine’s Day would be the last one with your boyfriend Jungkook, who had been distant the past month. However, as it turns out, it’s quite the opposite.

Warnings: SMUT! With a surprising amount of angst at the beginning that I didn’t really plan, I wanted to keep things fluffy and smutty, but somehow it turned out like this. Anyway, be aware of: erotic body touching, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (yet again, is anyone surprised), against wall sex.

Word Count: 3934

Since the beginning of the year, your worst fear had been coming true. Somehow you always suspected this would happen, that was how little confidence you had in this relationship. In yourself, really. The fact that you got to date Jungkook at all was just some cosmic mistake, surely.

He was just too good to be true. Not only was he the most handsome man you had the opportunity to lay your eyes on, with big brown eyes, a perfect button nose, kissable lips, strong jawline and a fit body to envy, but he was exceptionally caring and loving at the same time. All wrapped up in a shy but eager package of a man.

What he saw in you, you had no idea. You were beyond curvy, you had fat rolls down your sides, squishy arms, a soft jawline, large stomach and wiggling thighs. Not everyone always cared for a body like yours, something you knew since a long time. And you were certain that you were just not what Jungkook was looking for in a girlfriend. Until he asked you out.

For almost a year now, it felt like you had been living a dream. With fun dates, shaky hands holding yours in his, blushing cheeks and shy kisses. Tickles and laughing under the sheets. You honestly started to believe he actually loved you. And you had long fallen deep for him.

But since the first days of January, Jungkook had gone distant. He would spend most of his free time away from you, mostly on the gym. Whenever you asked him to come by your apartment and stay over like he usually did, he would find some excuse to not show up or leave early. Like he didn’t want to be there anymore.

So, when Valentine’s Day arrived, you didn’t even bother to ask him about it. In your mind, you were counting the days until he came by to break up with you. It made your stomach turn awfully and heart ache to even think about it.

You were watching some soppy romantic comedy on the TV, feeling worse about yourself as the beautiful main lead got the man of her dreams and her happy ending, when there was a knock on your door. You frowned, not expecting any one and checking on your phone that no one called to tell you they were coming.

“Who is it?” you asked from behind the close door.

“It’s me, Y/N” you recognized Jungkook’s voice.

You heart dropped. He wouldn’t be so cold hearted to break up on Valentine’s Day, right? You shook your head and brushed away such a thought from your mind. He was too much of a sweet person for that.

“Kook, what are you…” You lost your train of thought when you opened the door and saw him.

It felt like so long since you last saw him. He was wearing a black suit, with straight pants down to his shiny black shoes and a fitted blazer over the black turtle neck he had underneath. The silver buttons stood out against the dark outfit and matched his rings and piercings on his ears. Hair straightened and voluminous around his sculptured face.

He was holding a single red rose on his hands, enclosed in a clear wrapping paper with small baby-breaths around it. Coughing shyly, he held it with both hands towards you, a small smile on his pink lips.

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby” he wished.

A bit taken back, truly not expecting anything from him, you took it silently from his hands, unsure of what to do. Jungkook placed his hands on his pockets, fidgeting a bit in his place, apparently a bit nervous.

“Hum, can… Can I come in for a second?” he shyly asks, taking you out of your trance.

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

You allow him in and close the door behind him, going to the kitchen next and finding a glass to fill with water and place the rose inside.

“So, I wanna take you somewhere with me today” he shared, leaning against the kitchen table.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me, I would have gotten ready beforehand!” you reproach, being clothed in some old leggings and a stained hoodie.

“We have all the time in the world if you want to go and change. Can I wait for you in here?”

“Of course. Okay, give me a few minutes. Is it somewhere very fancy?” you ask, already going towards your bedroom door.

“No, not at all. Dress however you like” he told you, crossing his arms and sitting on a chair at the kitchen table.

Somehow you doubted that, when he was so well dressed himself. Sighing, you got in your bedroom and thanked your past self for taking a shower earlier in the day, meaning you only had to style your hair a bit, since it was properly washed.

You stared at your wardrobe for a few minutes before deciding that, if this was your only Valentine’s Day with Jungkook, you wanted to look your best and make it memorable. So you picked out a royal blue dress you had never worn, with a deep sweetheart neckline and cold shoulder short sleeves, a thin sparkling belt at the smallest part of your waist and a skirt that fell to your knees in a straight line, your wide hips making it curvier. A bit of makeup, curled hair and a long coat on top, you got out of your bedroom with your nude heels already on.

Jungkook looked up from his phone to regard you when he heard the door open and choked. You looked absolutely exquisite, your voluptuous form filling out your dress amazingly, curvaceous legs on display for him to see and resist the temptation to brush his hands up the soft skin. When you bent down to pick your purse, his eyes were drawn to the deep cleavage and he marveled at the roundness of your breasts, hands itching.

“Ready. Should we go?” You innocently ask, completely unaware of the effect you had on the boy. He cleared his throat, looking away from your eyes in embarrassment, and got up from the chair he was still seating on.

“Y-Yeah, it’s a short drive” he informed, meeting you at the door of your apartment.

While in the car, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how silent you were while he drove. Although you had your quiet moments, you were usually more conversational than this and it had him worried.

“Is… Is everything alright, Y/N?” he hesitantly asked.

You pressed your lips together nervously, playing with your fingers on your lap as you tried to decide if it was a good idea to get into it while on the car. You honestly just wanted to ignore everything that made you sad about his recent behavior, but you knew you could never have a good time by pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think you would show up today, that’s all” you confessed, eyes kept on your hands. “You haven’t been very present lately.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, not quite ready to tell you why yet.

“Yeah, sorry about that. But I’ve been very busy. And I’ve been working out a lot at the gym.” It was the truth, although not the complete truth he wished he could tell you right then and there. But he had to be patient and await the right moment.

You breathed in shakily, feeling extremely uncomfortable with tears pooling on your eyes.

“Are… Are you going to break up with me, Jungkook?”

The wheels of the car screeched and the car behind yours beeped as Jungkook almost let the car break down. His heart was hammering against his chest and panic was getting in the way of his breathing. Thankfully he was almost at his destination.

“W-What? Why d-do you think that?!” He questions in stammers, brown eyes as large as saucers, trying to focus on the road.

“Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, I’m sorry” you immediately apologize, beating yourself up for voicing your concerns like this.

Jungkook pulls up and parks the car at the edge of the road, taking his seatbelt and turning to you with a fearful expression. You couldn’t quite look him in the eyes.

“I don’t wanna break up! Far from it!” he stated with determination and a bit of panic behind his words.

“Then… then why have you been so distant? For the last month, you have barely come to see me, I thought you grew tired of me and wanted to break up” you finally voice your fears, looking at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“That…! I was…! Damn it” he stumbled with his own words, banging his fist on the car wheel when he couldn’t get the right words out. “Just come with me and I’ll explain everything.”

He got out of the car in a hurry, running to your side of the vehicle and helping you stand up. You noticed how the hand he intertwined with yours seemed to be shaking a bit. He pulled you to the other side of the road and you frowned in confusion when he guided you through the front yard of a two story house, stopping at the main door.

Turning towards you and taking a deep breath, he pulled something from his pocket and looked at you. For the first time, you noticed how red his eyes seemed to be as well, making your heart clench in pain at the thought of hurting him.

“The main reason I was so busy was because of this.” He showed you a key he had in his hand and, with it, opened the door for the house you were in. “I bought a house.”

You gasped.

“You got a house?” You were astonished. He never talked about wanting to move.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking at a bunch of houses with the help of my hyungs” he shared, leaving the door open and turning back to you. “That’s why I’ve been so busy after work. And it is true I’ve been to the gym a lot. Mainly, because I really wanted to do this.”

Suddenly, Jungkook leaned down and, with an arm on your back and the other at the back of your knees, lifted you up in his arms bridal style, much to your disbelief.

“Wha-! Jungkook, I’m heavy, put me down!” you yelled at him. He had never picked you up like this before, just maybe momentarily every once in a while.

He ignored you and, with you in his arms, carried you inside the house and closed the door with his foot. You would have paid more attention to the house itself if you weren’t still amazed at how easily he was holding you up.

“I’ve been working out so I could do this. I wanted to carry you like this throughout the whole house” he explained, twirling you both around and making you giggle as you cleaned the water at the corner of your eyes.

“You’ve been going to the gym so you can pick me up?” you repeat, still in disbelief.

“I could already pick you up. You’re not as heavy as you seem to think, Y/N. But I wanted to build up my strength so I don’t get tired as easily” he corrected, smiling shyly with tainted cheeks.

“Kook, you idiot… I thought you didn’t care for me anymore! I thought you were about to leave me!” you complained, tears coming back.

Jungkook put you down just so he could cradle your face close to his and clean your tears away, speaking softly with you as he did so.

“Far from it, so far from it, baby. I… Damn it, this is not how intended to ask this but… Y/N, will you move in with me? Live with me here, Y/N.”

Your bottom jaw falls in disbelief at his words, completely taken back and unable to understand what he just asked you. The tears he had cleaned up were suddenly replaced by a whole bunch of others, much to his concern.

“Y-Y/N? Wait, I’m sorry, if… if you don’t want to, it’s okay. I-It was a dumb idea, I’m s-” he was panicking at your tears.

“Yes” you interrupted him, a smile spreading on your lips as you looked up into his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll move in with you, Kook. I love you.”

Chuckling out of pure relief and happiness, all the sadness of the last month completely fading away at his explanation, you stand on your tippy toes and join your lips together with his. You felt him sigh in relief under your lips and a smile forming as the mouths move together in sync with each other, your arms surrounding his neck and his arms around your plushy waist. Jungkook tentatively skimmed his tongue across your lower lip and you opened your mouth to allow him access.

The kiss deepened and tongues slipped against each other, skin growing warmer and air becoming thicker around you two. Your mouths only separated when you gasped in surprise as Jungkook descended his arms from your waist to bellow your ample ass cheeks and pulled you up, your heavy legs automatically wrapping around his waist in the process.

“Jungkook! What are you doing?” you asked as he started moving with you straddling his waist, his mouth clinging to your neck.

“Taking you to the bedroom” he simply said against your skin.

You blushed at the same time you smiled, heart beating fondly against your ribcage.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, I can walk there” you stated.

“This is what I’ve been working for, let me have this” he asked of you, licking your earlobe to make you stop talking, knowing how sensitive it was.

“Ahh… You’re so stubborn.”

“No, I’m determined. I really enjoy having you in my arms like this, baby.”

Claiming your mouth so you wouldn’t talk back, Jungkook took you up the stairs, stopping every other step to push you to the wall and kiss you heavily, impatience starting to bubble up from the way your hands had already found themselves beneath his blazer and turtle neck, scratching at the skin of his muscular back and teasing the skin under the hem of his trousers.

Thankfully, the house was already fully furnished and there was a bed made for Jungkook to lay you in, moving away from your luscious body in order to get rid of his clothes. Your coat had already been left downstairs, all you had on was your dress.

You sat up in bed to watch your boyfriend strip, breath getting caught in your throat at every inch of him. He was so beautiful, his muscles even more defined after so much time at the gym, skin so radiant and smooth. You had no idea what you did to deserve him.

Coming back to kneel on the bed beside you clad in only his boxers, Jungkook held the back of your neck with one hand as he kisses your lips deeply again, the other hand finding the zipper of the dress and pulling it down. He had you on your back as he undressed your top, kisses following the skin his hands uncovered. His mouth pecked at your round shoulders, down your neck, to the dip between your breasts left in a black bra, down your pudgy stomach.

He started pulling at the skirt of the dress and you lifted your hips so he could take the dress all the way off, leaving you in your underwear.

You watched as Jungkook took you in head to toe, trembling a bit before returning your gaze.

“You look so good, Y/N. Can I have you like this every day? Can I wake up with you beside me all my mornings and kiss your pretty skin like this?” he asked with lust blown eyes and red cheeks, hovering above you in his forearms, hands brushing the skin of your face.

You held his face in between your hands, eyes looking between both of his, amazed at the love behind them.

“Yeah, Kookie. For as long as you want” you promised him.

He groaned and united your lips again for a searing kiss, goosebumps awakening up your spine and a wet discomfort becoming unbearable in between your legs, as his hands found your breasts and started to fondle with them over your bra. He left your mouth to start leaving wet kisses down your skin again, pulling the cup of your bra just slightly down and taking the nipple that stood out into his warm lips.

You squirmed as his tongue played with the little nub, your nails scratching at his strong shoulders as the electric shocks of pleasure it instigated. His tongue swirled around it and then his teeth pulled at the nipple, a wail escaping you at that.

Understanding how hot and bothered you were, Jungkook’s head traveled down your body until he was kissing your fleshy thighs, strong hands opening your legs so he could stand in between them.

“Ah, Jungkook… Please” you begged shamefully.

Hearing your request, he took off your drenched panties from your body, his face now mere inches from your hot center, dripping with want and need for him. Your body jolted and you saw sparkles at the first movement of his tongue, up and down your folds, tasting your sweetness like a starved men. You writhed and moaned under his demanding mouth, sucking and lapping at every right spot that had your muscles trembling with the need to let go.

At the sounds you were making, Jungkook felt himself growing painfully hard under his boxers and it made him want to move things along. He sucked on your clit harshly, licking it right after and repeating the process until you were completely drenched in your juices, about to reach your end. But he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahh, ahhh… N-No, don’t stop!” It would have made you blush the whine in your voice as he lifted his head from between your legs, if you weren’t already completely flushed head to toe.

“I’m sorry, baby, I can’t take it! Can’t wait anymore” he huffed in a painful voice, and you saw how he had pulled his boxers down and was stroking himself, his beautiful cock so incredibly flush and burning red, crown covered in his own overflowing juices already. Your insides clenched hard and you whined again.

“I want you so bad, Y/N!” Jungkook whimpered, his hand growing faster as he looked pleading at you.

“I want you too, Jungkook. Hurry, please, please!” you rushed him, opening your arms so he would take you.

However, instead of getting on top of you like you assumed he would, Jungkook pulled you by your extended arms and grabbed your wide hips, one hand on your back and another on your butt cheek as he stood up with you in his arms and pushed your back against the wall, hissing at the friction of his erection against your burning slit.

“Damn it…” he cursed under his breath. “A-Against the wall, like this. Can we do it like this?”

You would have complained, you would have worried about how heavy you were, about tiring him too much or risking you falling from his arms or he falling after carrying you for so long, but your brain was so completely clouded with need and he felt so damn good against your aching entrance that you would have agreed to absolutely anything at that point just to have him inside.

“Yeah! Yeah, Kook, yes, please-”

With wavering breaths, Jungkook lifts your hips just enough to position himself against your entrance and when you slide back down, back rubbing a bit against the wall, he is completely bottomed out inside of you. You moan so loud, arms tightening around his shoulder and neck, legs crossing at his lower back, feeling him so incredibly deep.

A cross between a grunt and a whimper escapes Jungkook lips too, his cock completely surrounded by your throbbing, hot and wet silk walls, pleasure running thorough his veins at the feeling. It feels so good he doesn’t even process the weight of you in his arms, all he feels is your body pressed against his and he automatically is thrusting up into your hole, you being completely at the mercy of his movements.

He starts yanking his hips, slowly at first, building up a pace that had you biting your lips. A deep tense pull of nerves starts forming on your lower belly and you yearn for more. Jungkook’s shaft is rubbing your walls just right, this new angle enticing new sensations you never felt, your back against the wall cooling your skin down only for his movements to heat it back up. But then he starts picking up speed, pounding into you so fast that the friction against the wall starts hurting a bit, but it only expands the feeling of pleasure somehow.

Jungkook feels incredible as he holds you like this, he feels so strong and manly. Through half-closed eyes he sees your face constricted in pleasure, he feels the reverberations of each of his thrusts on your flesh, jiggling so delectably on his hands. It almost undoes him.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the sounds of your wetness mixes in with your moans and his grunts, heavy breaths from both of you. Jungkook grabs your ass cheeks and moves you away from the wall, holding you close as his pelvis keeps slamming fast against yours and it’s stimulating your clit at the same time he rubs the spot inside, making you cry out as your stomach falls and your inner walls spasm uncontrollably around him, coating him with your juices as you cum violently.

“Ahh, Y/N! Y/N, Y/N!”

Jungkook cums in just a handful more of thrusts into your still throbbing tunnel, blood roaring against his ears and mind going blank as spikes of electricity rush through him, shaft twitching inside of you as he releases white strings against your walls.

Spent, Jungkook falls back and thankfully he lands with you on top at the bed, sweating and flushed but satisfied in every level. You are trying to control your heart and regain your breath on top of him, never in your life having considered it possible to have sex in such a position due to your weight.

“Jungkook?” you call, head on his chest hearing his heart beating loudly under his skin.

“Yeah?” he breathily responds.

“When you were going to the gym, you were envisioning doing this to me, weren’t you?”

He stays silent for a moment and then turns you over, so you are suddenly on your back. You whimper at the sudden loss of him against you, but have no time to focus on that when he is right in front of your face, large eyes staring at you with red cheeks and swollen lips.

“Shut up.”

He kisses you and you giggle into the kiss, knowing you were right and he just didn’t want to admit it. He pecks at your lips, then at the corners, then at your flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead.

“Let me go see if our shower is working.”

Your heart does a complete flip at the word ‘our’ and you know then and there that he was going to be your forever and always, the love of your life.

[viastro]

prom dress | kwon soonyoung

ミ★ synopsis: in which your dates ditch you both at prom.

ミ★ genre: high school!au, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,666

ミ★ pairings: made up character x female reader (only for the beginning) hoshi x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! I don’t really like this oneshot uhh I literally pulled it out of my ass and it did not turn out the way I wanted it to. I hope you guys still enjoy it tho!

“Wow, you look amazing.” Gunwoo says as you walk down your stairs. 

“Of course she does! I did her hair and makeup.” Your mom boasts, and you roll your eyes with a smile. You walk over to your date, giving him a hug.

“You look handsome Gunwoo.” You compliment, patting his head and he gives you an embarrassed smile. “Psh, stop.” 

“It’s true!” You laugh, and he laughs along with you. He took the time to find a dress shirt that matches the color of your dress, a royal blue. Your dress is satin, a bit form fitting but it still gives you a bit of wiggle room which is a necessity for a prom dress. 

“Okay! Let me take pictures of you two.” Your mom squeals, turning on her camera.

How you and Gunwoo ended up going to prom together? You can’t give a real good answer to that. You and him aren’t even that close, you’re just lab partners. He asked you to prom because him and his girlfriend broke up right before tickets went on sale, so now here you are.

a pity date.

“Okay mom, I’ll see you later tonight!” You say, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll have her home by 12 auntie.” Gunwoo smiles as he gives your mom a hug.

“Okay! Have fun you two.” You both wave bye and head out the door, walking over to his car.

 “Where are we eating?” You ask as you buckle in your seatbelt. Gunwoo turns on the engine, handing you his phone so that you can aux. “You know that cute little cafe? The one that has all those aesthetic spots where we can take photos?” 

“Yes! I heard they have really good boba.” You squeal, making Gunwoo laugh as he pulls out of your driveway.

“I’m glad to know that you’re excited.” He says as you put on Day6. You glance out the window, looking up at the stars for the rest of the drive there.

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“You go sit down, I’ll order for us.” Gunwoo tells you and you nod, going over to sit in one of the booths. You take out your phone as you wait, scrolling through Twitter before Gunwoo sits back down with your boba.

“Yay! Thank you Gunwoo.” He gives you a smile.

“The food will be ready in a few minutes.” You nod your head, and you get your phone ready so that you can take a video of you two shoving the straws into your bobas. You put your straws into the bobas successfully, giggling like little kids afterwards.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” You mutter, shaking your head and he laughs a bit more.

“I feel like a middle schooler.” Gunwoo tells you and you accidentally snort up boba at the comment, making him choke mid-sip. 

“Oh my God, are you okay?!” He asks while laughing and you laugh as tears fill your eyes from the milk tea up your fucking nose.

“I’m okay.” You respond, blowing your nose to get all the tea out of your nose. Gunwoo’s face is red from laughing so hard, as is yours.

“Holy shit.” Gunwoo whispers and you look up at him after having calmed down. You raise an eyebrow and look in the direction as to where he’s staring, only to see his ex-girlfriend, Youngmi with her prom date. Your eyes widen at the sight of her date.

It’s Kwon Soonyoung, the guy you've lowkey been eyeing since the beginning of the school year. Soonyoung is incredibly handsome but at the same time very cute? It’s hard to explain, but just know his duality is insane. He has squishy cheeks, and looks very boy-ish when he smiles. When he’s not smiling however…. Good lord.

“We can go if you want?” You ask Gunwoo, turning around to check back on him. He shakes his head, giving you a small smile instead.

“It’s okay, we can leave after we eat and take a few insta pics.” He responds, and you nod your head. You move your curled hair to your right shoulder, holding out your phone to take a selfie with Gunwoo. 

“Say… boing boing!” Gunwoo rolls his eyes playfully at your request, but mutters a quiet boing boing anyways. You take a couple shots, checking them over once you pull away. You notice that Gunwoo is looking in the direction of Youngmi in a few of the photos, and you let out a small sigh.

“Here’s your food.” The waiter interrupts, placing your plates down in front of you and Gunwoo. You practically inhale the ramen, making Gunwoo chuckle at you.

He’s not the only one who chuckles at the action, as you turn your head and notice that Soonyoung is smiling at you from the booth on the other side of the cafe. You feel your face warm, turning away immediately to prevent yourself from choking at the fact that you caught him staring at you. 

“So cute.” Soonyoung whispers to himself as he watches your cheeks turn red. “What was that?” Youngmi asks as she takes a bite of her brisket. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Soonyoung responds, and Youngmi nods slowly, continuing to eat as her attention drifts off to you and Gunwoo.

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“Can we go get some water? Dancing made me thirsty.” You tell Gunwoo as he takes your hand and leads you out of the literal mosh pit. 

“Honestly, I’m literally about to sweat buckets right now so let’s sit down.” Gunwoo says, and you sit down at a table. 

“I’ll go and buy us some water, I’ll be back yn.” You nod your head gratefully as he walks off to buy some water across the dance floor. You take a look around the prom venue, noticing the couples grinding on each other and a girl literally oh my god she fell.

You notice a water bottle get placed onto your table, and you turn your head to see oh christ almighty.

Soonyoung is standing before you in all his glory. He’s giving you a small smile, a few drops of sweat dripping down his neck from dancing. “Can I sit here?” He asks and you nod your head slowly, realizing that you were literally gaping at him. 

“I don’t know if you noticed, but our dates ditched us.” You raise an eyebrow at Soonyoung’s words, immediately turning to see Gunwoo speaking to his ex-girlfriend Youngmi. They’re smiling at each other, and she reaches out and holds his hand. She gestures to the dance floor and he nods his head, before his eyes widen and he turns to look for you.

He gives you a look that basically means, is it okay if I go? To which you nod your head, giving him a thumbs up. He gives you a grateful smile, letting Youngmi take him onto the dance floor. You let out a small sigh, leaning back into the chair and glancing over at Soonyoung.

“We just got ditched.” Soonyoung says, and you nod your head, letting out a laugh. 

“I wouldn’t usually expect someone who just got ditched at prom to laugh.” Soonyoung tells you and you push your hair back with your hand.

“I mean honestly, I never thought I’d get ditched at prom. Or like, be sitting here with you while our dates go and dance together.” You answer honestly, and his eyes widen a bit in surprise. 

“Is sitting here with me a bad thing?” Soonyoung asks you, and you give him a small smile, to which he grins.

“No, it’s not.” You respond and he giggles, making you giggle as well. You open up the water bottle he got you, taking a big gulp. The music changes to a slow song, and you notice all the couples start holding each other close. You see Youngmin rest her head on Gunwoo’s shoulder, and him smiling content at the recent turn of events for the night. You let out a small sigh, taking another gulp of water.

“Damn, I feel kinda lonely now-” You stop mid-sentence once you realize Soonyoung is standing now, hand outstretched towards you.

“Yn, would you like to dance with me?” You bite the inside of your cheek, reaching out and grasping his soft hand. He smiles down at you, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks once again. “Yes, yes I would.” 

He leads you to the dance floor, wrapping his arms tentatively around your waist. You reach your arms up, linking your hands behind the back of his neck. You both sway in silence for a beat, taking a look at the couples around you. While Soonyoung stares down at you, taking notice of the way your eyes sparkle under the lights.

“Not going to lie, I’ve had a small crush on you this whole year.” Soonyoung confesses, and you immediately turn to look at him with wide eyes. “Are you being deadass right now?” 

“Hell yeah. I’ve been too shy to actually try and have a conversation with you though. I was hoping we’d be lab partners, but the teacher paired you and Gunwoo up so I was stuck with Chan.” You feel your face progressively get warmer at Soonyoung’s confession, and he smiles at you.

“I can’t believe this…” You mutter and he spins you around, making you squeal as he pulls you back to him.

“What do you say we go to the arcade across the street?” Soonyoung suggests, and you grin. 

“That would be absolutely epic.” 

“Okay, let’s go after this song finishes.” 

“But wait,” You say, looking back up into Soonyoung’s eyes. He cocks his head to the side as he looks down at you.

“Don’t you want to hear my answer to your feelings?” You ask and he gives you a sweet smile. 

“I don’t want you to feel forced to return my feelings, I’m willing to try harder.” Soonyoung answers and you feel your heart warm. “What a sweetheart you are.” You tease, retracting your hands from the back of his neck to cup his face.

“Let’s make the arcade our first date.” You tell him, squishing his face and he laughs at you, pure affection in his eyes as he stares at you. He turns his head a bit so that he can place a soft kiss on your wrist, making you squeak. He gives you a big smile, squeezing your waist softly.

“I’d love that.”

[alwaysachorusgirl]

Things Remembered

Pairing: Loki x Female reader (who is more than she seems)

fandom: MCU (takes place post-Thor: The Dark World)

word count: 1,921

TW: brief mentions of death, mostly hurt/comfort, some angst, a bit of romance

Notes: My first fan fic on Tumblr! This was inspired by a dream I had where I was wandering through an abandoned Marvel themed amusement park. The imagery was so vivid that the next day I was searching Google to find out if it was a real place. It’s not, but I did learn about a lot of other abandoned amusement parks in the US, Europe, and Japan, and looked at a lot of creepy pictures. Comments/Constructive Criticism are welcome! Otherwise, please enjoy!

I starred up at the chained wrought-iron gates of the old abandoned amusement park. I still wasn’t entirely sure what it was that had drawn me here, but I knew, deep down, that it was important. I had seen it my dreams, or were they visions? I wasn’t sure anymore. Even my memories weren’t reliable. There were the ones that were mine, and then there were the ones that weren’t, but they felt so real, like things that had happened. But if that was the case, why didn’t I remember them happening to me, in my lifetime? It was almost as if they belonged to someone else, in another life, in another time.

I peered through the bars into the front entrance of the park. The building that had once served as the box office was boarded up. Most of the paint had chipped away, and it looked like moss and mold were growing in spots. The roof looked like one strong gust of wind would be enough to tear it off.

I turned my attention to the gate and the padlocked chain that was supposed to be holding it shut. I’d done my research beforehand and knew from various urban explorer blogs that breaking in would be the easy part. I reached up and grabbed onto the iron bars, pushing one side of the gate away from me and the other side towards me. The chain didn’t put up any resistance and soon there was an opening big enough for me to slip between. I was in.

The ground was squishy under my feet from the morning’s rain. The skies above were still gray and threatening to storm. I shivered and pulled my coat tighter around me. I gave myself kudos for remembering to wear an old pair of boots. At least my feet would stay warm and dry. I glanced at remains of the park around me and started walking, making a point of staying alert and keeping an eye out for other trespassers.

It wasn’t long before I was approaching what used to be the Grand Fountain. The standing water that was still the fountain reeked of mold and mildew. The old white marble was cracked and crumbling. What a shame, I thought, I used to throw pennies in this fountain. I looked up at the hand painted billboard above the fountain. It was faded, but I could still make out the image of an older, white haired gentleman, with a salt and pepper mustache and glasses. Next to his smiling face were the words: “Excelsior, True Believers!” The man had once been the park’s founder and owner. After he had died the park had been sold to a group of investors. They had promised all sorts of updates and renovations, but none of it had ever materialized, and the park had fallen further into disrepair and debt, until it had been closed for good.

Next, I passed by the bumper cars. I stopped again, sighing gloomily at the sight of it. The cars were all sitting haphazardly in the middle of the floor. Red and gold, purple and green, red, white, and blue, and my favorite, the red and black one; all completely unmoving. It just didn’t feel right, none of this did. I forced myself to turn away and keep moving deeper into the park, closer to my ultimate destination.

A few minutes later I saw it, the Ferris Wheel, aka The Galactus. Painted purple and blue, it has once been the centerpiece of the park. Whatever voice had been calling to me in my dreams, it had been calling me from here. And then, almost as if someone had flipped a switch, the Ferris Wheel lit up and music began to play. It was now or never. I walked up to the entrance of the ride, and that’s when I saw him.

He was tall, with long black hair and a regal air about him. His face was angular and handsome in an other-worldly sense. His eyes, oh his eyes, they were piercing, haunting; I could get lost in those eyes. He smiled when he saw me and held out a hand to me.

“Welcome, my darling, so glad you finally made it. Won’t you step aboard?” He gestured with his other hand towards an open pod on the Ferris Wheel.

“It’s you,” I breathed, “you’re the voice that’s been calling to me.” I was sure I’d never met this man before, but he seemed so familiar, felt so familiar. I trusted him, I felt safe with him. I took his hand and let him pull me up onto the ride’s platform. It was strong, yet gentle. I gazed into his eyes as he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

“My beloved, I’ve searched for you for so long,” he said, gazing back into my eyes. I followed him into the pod and sat down on the cold metal seat, He seated himself across from me, and closed the door. I heard the click of the metal lock latching shut, and then lurched forward as the Ferris Wheel began to move. My companion quickly reached out and grabbed my arm to steady me. “It’s alright my love, it’s quite safe. I would never allow any harm to come you.”

“Who are you?” I demanded, finally finding my voice. “What’s going on? How do you know me? Why do I feel like I know, even though I’m pretty bloody sure that I’ve never met you before?”

“All your questions will be answered, my love, but first, let me ask you: have you been having troubling dreams? Perhaps snippets of memory that aren’t necessarily yours, and yet, they feel like they are?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Oh, my dear,” he replied with a chuckle, “I know everything about you; who you were before, every life you’ve lived along the way up until now; every time I’ve gotten so close to reaching you, only to have death rip you away from me… tell me, do you believe in curses? Magic? Reincarnation?”

“I…I don’t know…maybe? A little? What does that have to do with anything?”

The Ferris Wheel suddenly stopped, with the two of us now stuck at the top. I had a moment of panic, looking down at the ground, and then back at the dark-haired man. He took my hand and held it between both of his.

“Calm yourself, my love, it’s fine. I just want to talk to you.”

“Fine?!” I cried. “How the bloody hell is this fine? Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“I want you to remember who you really are,” he said, and then, placing a hand under my chin, “Search your mind. Surely, you must remember me; you must remember us, and Camelot.”

“Camelot? Every UK child knows the stories of Camelot,” I told him. “My own memories are...confusing. It feels like there’s a wall around my mind. But there are cracks in that wall, and whenever I try to look between the cracks, that’s when I see things… I see me, living other lives. I have different names and different clothes, but it’s always me.” I raised my eyes to meet his. “I really do feel like I know you. I feel some strange connection with you, and I feel like it’s right there…like the answer is right there where the wall is, but I can’t break through to it.”

“That’s it!” he exclaimed. “The wall in your mind! Break the wall, break the curse! It’s already falling apart, so in theory, one good wrecking ball should be enough to shatter it. Oh Merlin, you lazy bastard, you let your own curse grow weak with time.” He pulled my face close so that it was merely centimeters from his. “I’m going to tell you something, and it’s going to sound insane, impossible even, but I swear that every word is true. Do you trust me?” I nodded, tears starting to fall down my face. He gently brushed one away with his thumb. “Good. The truth is, that in your first life, your real life, you are Morgana Pendragon, half sister to Arthur, rightful Queen upon the throne of Camelot, my one true love, mother of our children, the most powerful sorceress that ever lived. I need you to remember! Wake up, Morgana! Wake up!”

He placed his fingers on my temples and something inside my head snapped. I felt the mental wall shatter and was blinded by a shining gold and green light. My head snapped back. Excruciating pain swept through me and I felt a scream escape my throat. And then I felt myself rising into the air. I heard the rumble of thunder above me and pain in my body was replaced by a strange, yet oh so familiar energy. And I remembered. I remembered everything.

One memory flashed after another: Camelot, Loki, my brother Arthur, and Merlin. Bloody fucking Merlin. His and my brother’s betrayal shown most vividly. That betrayal that had led to the slaughter of my two beautiful sons, and my own death at the stake. Merlin has cursed me while I burned, cursed me to be reborn over and over again, and die young if any inkling of my former life dared to bleed through. But as any well-versed magic wielder will tell you, curses will weaken if not maintained by the caster. Centuries has gone by, and every year Merlin’s curse had grown weaker, and little by little, the cracks had begun to form. And now my bonds were broken. I knew who I was, and I felt my magic flowing through me again as I levitated above the Ferris Wheel.

I was shocked out of my reverie, and thrown out of the sky, when a bolt of lightning broke through the storm clouds and hit me square in the back. I fell, but instead of hitting the ground I was caught but a pair of strong, comforting arms. I looked up to see my lover’s face looking back at me, full of deep concern.

“My love, Morgana, are you alright?”

“Loki?” I inquired, my voice shaking. “Is it really you?”

“Yes, my love, it’s me. I’m here, I’ve got you now, you’re safe,” he answered, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“You found me,” I said, reaching up and caressing his cheek with my fingertips.

“Of course, I found you,” he replied, “I never gave up hope that we would be together again. I swear that I’ll never let anyone take you from me again.” His lips met mine in the most loving of kisses. He was mine, and I was his, and no one would ever tear us apart again. But a question was still rolling around in my brain, and when we broke apart, I looked him straight in the eye and voiced it aloud:

“Loki, where the bloody hell is Merlin?”

 TO BE CONTINUED?

 Post Credits Scene:

Somewhere, on a small Mediterranean island, sat an older gentleman drinking espresso in a café. He was actually much older than he looked, but you wouldn’t think it to look at him. The darkening clouds and a rumble of thunder drew his eyes skyward. The energy in the air around him changed, and his brow furrowed. And then he felt it: a curse, specifically his curse, had at long last been broken. She was awake, and she would be coming for his head…

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

The Dutchess’ Garden - Part 3

Series Masterlist - Chris Evans Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC Emma Meijers

Warnings: Strong language, age difference, smut but not really smut

Word count: 2476

‘No, just admiring you,‘ he says casually. Emma’s eyes widen, she feels a pit of butterflies in her stomach, and her face turns bright red. Lucky for her, Chris is not looking at her. ‘I’m stunning, I know,‘ she jokes, flipping her hair to play it off. ‘You are though.‘

‘Morning Chris. Ready to go?‘ ‘Not at all. I feel like shit.‘ ‘You big baby. You’ll still outrun with me ease.‘

A week goes by faster than you think when you’re having fun. Chris really doesn’t understand how he got so lucky that Emma decided to call him that day. She could’ve gone down to her neighbors, rung a friend, could’ve taken cold showers all week. But no, she decided to call Chris and he’s thoroughly enjoyed the interactions they’ve had because of it. When they first ran together, he was scared he might have to slow down and ruin his own training so that she could keep up. Boy was he wrong. She ran like the wind, even on her bad days. He enjoys the challenge and saw significant changes in his personal records while running with her. And then there’s the privilege of seeing her every morning with her drowsy after-shower smile, sometimes accompanied with a towel turban or wet hair. He enjoyed seeing her like the others didn’t. No makeup, comfortable clothes instead of light- to heavy makeup and nice dresses. To pay him back for using his shower, she invited him to come over for lunch every day of the week. She had worked as a cook several years ago and makes amazing food that Chris definitely wasn’t going to say no to. Plus, she often had raw meat for Dodger which is great for his diet.

‘Chris. Chris?‘ Suddenly he realizes Emma has been calling for him from the bathroom. ‘Y-yeah?‘ He calls back, a bit flustered it took him this long to answer. ‘I forgot to bring a shirt,‘ she says and he can hear the hesitation in her voice. She doesn’t want to have to ask him for anything else. In fact, he knows she doesn’t like using him like this. He remembers she told him that her dad wouldn’t allow her to work for The Dutchess until she had promised and proven to not get emotionally attached to the guests. As she said it: “They’re actors for a reason.” And he supposes she’s right. He is an actor for a reason, but he sincerely hopes she believes that he wants to be friends with her. ‘I’ll grab you something. One second,‘ he calls back and rushes to his room to grab her a random shirt, trying to be as fast as he can. ‘Just stick your hand out the door, I promise I won’t look.‘ She sticks her hand out and he drops the shirt in her hand. ‘Thank you.‘ Chris walks back to his spot on the couch next to Dodger who picks his head up and looks at Chris like he knows something is up. ‘Don’t look at me like that. I know,‘ he hums to the dog, crossing his arms and falling back into the couch. He sighs and looks at the ceiling. A friend. Yes, that’s what he wanted to be to her when they first met but it only took him a day to realize his feelings were rooted much deeper than that. He liked that she gave him a reason to come back and he hated himself for coming back that fast. He had brought Dodger with him to make the “I was walking the dog, so I was going here anyway” excuse, but she hadn’t asked him why he was there. She just greeted him like he was an old friend and let him inside even though the bar was still closed. But what if she’s like this to everyone she meets? After all, she’s a hostess at a bar. She can think that actors can be liars, but hostess’ are the best liars in the world. They have to pretend they like everyone and put up with everyone’s shit in real life. They’re not given a script to rehearse, they just have to be ready. If anything, he should be scared of her using him. Wait, is that what she’s doing right now?

‘I’m so sorry Chris. I must be such a pain,‘ she says apologetically as she walks back into the room with her backpack, ‘if I’m lucky, I won’t have to come back tomorrow.‘ ‘You’re welcome anytime,‘ he says with a gentle smile. He looks at her in his shirt. The bordeaux henley shirt. He hadn’t even noticed that he had given her that one. It fits her well. The hem reaches a little over the middle of her thigh and the buttons are done so that they show just the right amount of cleavage. He can’t help but form a picture in his mind. Her in just his shirt sitting at the dinner table while he makes coffee for the both of them. What a wonderful image. ‘I better be welcome. I still have to drop your shirt off,‘ she jokes, ‘same time tomorrow?‘ Tomorrow? She still wants to run with him even after her shower is fixed? ‘Yeah, of course,‘ he smiles. ‘Are you coming over for lunch today?‘ He shakes his head: ‘No, not today. I have a lunch appointment.’ Her face drops a little bit. It’s just a little bit, but he notices. ‘Of course,‘ she pushes a smile onto her lips, ‘Monday it is then.‘ He nods. They say their goodbyes and Emma leaves for the day. Dodger tried to go after her like he’s been trying the last few days, but Chris holds him back. ‘I know buddy, I don’t want her to leave either,‘ he admits to his dog. At least his dog won’t be able to spill his secrets.

Monday rolls around and soon Emma is back at Chris’ door. Before they leave, she hands him his shirt with the promise that she washed it before she gave it back. He wouldn’t have minded either way, but he doesn’t tell her that. He just takes it and they go on their run. They had decided on a shorter run for the day since neither of them felt fully rested. Emma had wondered if Chris had laid awake for the same reason as her. Chris had wondered the same thing, but they didn’t ask each other. They never did. Both of them viewed their relationship as purely platonic even though both of them want more. During the run, she had teased him for having a hard time keeping up. She had called him grandpa as a joke, but the word kept running through his head. She had told him her age a few days back and it became one of the reasons he was keeping back. Emma is 26. He’d turn 39 this summer. That’s a difference of almost thirteen years. But it wasn’t just him. Emma had felt awkward too. Between his playful attitude and his inviting personality, she thought they were closer in age. This could turn bad if media caught wind of it. But that wasn’t all that bothered her. The whole reason her dad told her to stay away from the celebrities at the bar is because of the whole concept of the bar. If she became a celebrity by dating a celebrity, it would be difficult keeping up the secrecy of The Dutchess and she didn’t want that to ever happen. She had enjoyed running the place so much these past years. There was no way she was going to lose it now. Not because of a handsome actor after she encountered so many of them already.

With both of them lost in their thoughts, the run went pretty terrible for the both of them even if Emma managed to keep ahead of him. Back at Chris’ house they both down a glass of water and Emma almost wants to go on her way, but decides to talk to him for a little longer. ‘Bad day,‘ she asks Chris when both of them stand in the hallway. ‘What?‘ He looks at her a bit saddened. ‘Bad day,‘ she asks a little louder, ‘it looked like you were having trouble keeping up. You’re not overworking yourself, right?‘ His heart jumps a little at the thought that she cares about his health. ‘Oh, no, I was just taking in the view,‘ he says, ‘I normally don’t go down there. You showed me a whole new world.‘ She smiles brightly. She knows it’s just an excuse and he doesn’t want to admit he had a bad day but she doesn’t mind. He enjoys this look on her. Big smile on her flushed face, just nearly breathing normally, with a sweaty shine covering her body. ‘By the way, I brought something,‘ she grabs her backpack from the hallway. It’s still a strange sight to Chris to see her backpack in the hallway instead of in the bathroom. It’s a normal place for a backpack, but he had gotten so used to seeing her bring it inside. She reaches inside the backpack and gives him a present. It’s neatly wrapped in  wrapping paper with ducks all over it and some ribbons around it. ‘I know it’s your birthday next week, but I’ll be out of town then,‘ she explains, ‘so I thought I’d just give you your present now.‘ ‘Thank you so much, you didn’t have to do this.‘ He smiles brightly as he unwraps the paper. She gleams as he looks at the book in his hands. He smiles when he reads the title. ‘Whiskey, a tasting course,‘ he reads out loud. ‘And it comes with an invitation to try some whiskeys at The Dutchess,‘ she tells him. ‘Thank you so much. I love it,‘ he smiles and pulls her into a hug. Though he knows the book is to tease him a little bit, he enjoys it a lot. Sometimes he gets presents from co-stars and they’re always things he doesn’t need or doesn’t want that have cost too much. Her present is small and something she knows he likes. When they part she reaches in her bag again. ‘And I don’t really know when it’s Dodger’s birthday, but I thought I’d get him something too,‘ she hands Chris a squishy package. He opens it for Dodger and finds a small pluche animal with a squeaker inside. He bellows a loud laugh. ‘Are you trying to make me go insane,‘ he laughs, handing the toy to Dodger who starts aggressively biting it at the discovery that it makes noise. ‘Oh, damn, I didn’t know,‘ she says, but she knew. He can see the mischief in her face. ‘And my shower is fixed so you won’t have to worry about me leeching off you anymore.‘ ‘Really?‘ ‘Maybe,‘ she admits with a mischievous smile, ‘your shower is way nicer than mine, so I might just break in from time to time.‘ ‘You do know I have a very dangerous guard dog?‘ ‘Dodger would never hurt me.‘ ‘That’s true. I’m almost certain he’d leave me in the gutter to cuddle you,‘ Chris admits. 'Absolutely,’ she teases, ‘if he could, he’d go home with me.‘  ‘I wish you were kidding, but he always tries to follow you when you leave.‘ ‘I guess I’m just better than you,‘ she jabs at him with a huge grin on her face. ‘Is that so?‘ ‘It is,‘ she smirks, ‘I’m faster, sweeter, stronger-‘ ‘Stronger? We’ll see about that,‘ he laughs. Before Emma can asks what he means, he has her picked up and thrown over his shoulder. ‘Put me down Chris,‘ she yelps laughing and softly hits his lower back. ‘No way, not until you admit I’m stronger.‘ ‘You’re not stronger. If you’re Captain America, then I’m the hulk,‘ she laughs. ‘Oh, now you’re asking for it,‘ he smiles and walks over to the pool. ‘What? No. No!‘ He holds her above the water while she tries to fight out of his grip. ‘Admit I’m stronger.‘ She stops fighting, looks him straight in the eyes and says: ‘Never.‘ Next thing he hears out of her mouth is a scream about how cold the water is. He does decide to do the kind thing and help her out of the water. ‘You are terrible,’ she hisses between het teeth as she shivers like crazy. Chris actually feels a little bad about it. ‘But think about it, now you have a good reason to use my shower again,‘ he jokes. ‘Oh you best believe I’m using your shower,‘ she mopes, ‘and I’m stealing your clothes.‘ ‘Fair enough,‘ he admits, leading her inside. But before he realizes it, she pushes him on his chest. He loses his balance and ends up in the water as well. A string of curses leave his mouth when he comes back up. ‘Captain, language,‘ Emma teases before sprinting to the house to make it to the bathroom before him and avoid being thrown in again. He climbs out of the pool with a stupid grin on his face. Dodger comes up to him to check if he’s okay. Chris runs a wet hand over his fur. ‘I’m finished buddy,‘ he tells Dodger, ‘she’s going to be the death of me.‘ ‘Hey, you coming,‘ Emma calls from the front door. Chris looks up at her. ‘That was a dick move.‘ ‘Language!‘ ‘I’m showering first.‘

Sure, she let him shower first but he refused to go before he had her wrapped up in several towels so she wouldn’t get cold. Thing is, though its cold during the night, summer is well on it’s way and it’s terribly hot once eleven am passes and Emma is suffocating in towels, but she doesn’t dare take them off. Not when Chris tried so hard to keep her warm. She waits for the stupid giant to finish his showers while enjoying some Dodger cuddles. She wishes she could stay forever, but she can’t. She has to keep her reputation in mind.

After her own shower, Chris decided to drive her home so that she wouldn’t be seen in his clothes. This also gave him a reason to come inside and wait for her to change. And for the first time he saw the bliss that is Emma in sweatpants shorts and an oversized shirt. She handed him his clothes back and he couldn’t help but notice her scent lingering on them even though she only wore them for a minute. And suddenly words leave his mouth: ‘Are you doing anything tonight?’ ‘Me? No, Monday is my day off,‘ she tells him, ‘why?‘ ‘Do you want to watch some movies?‘ Emma’s head overflows. Movies? With Chris? Yes, of course she wants to. But what if movies turn into something more. She shouldn’t allow herself to indulge in something like that, but her lips move before she can stop them. ‘Sure, yours or mine?‘ ‘Though I’m quite curious about your place, I’ll let you decide,‘ he says. She smiles at the thought that he values her boundaries. ‘I don’t mind you coming to mine, but it’s quite small. I think your place is more suited for two people.‘ ‘Okay, so come around 6:30? We can eat dinner together?‘ ‘Sure.‘

[imaginina]

There is no ethical shipping with certain characters

Ok, you know what???  I’m just going to lay this out here.  There is no ethical pairing for certain fictional characters.  As in, if they were real, ANY ship involving them would just be like...inherently unbalanced and probably bad.  Unless they were in a relationship with basically their clone.

Example:

*An immortal of any kind, shape or form (vampires, gods, science fiction experiments, Dorian Grey, etc etc)

The reason why May-December type romances are generally considered to be bad, is that there is an imbalance in the power dynamic that leads to one partner having way more resources to funk up their partner.  An older person has more experience, generally has more money/possessions, connections, and the like.  They are usually in control of the partnership in very material ways, which mean that the younger partner has to please them to like...still have a roof over their head.

When an older person grooms a younger person and pounces on them when they’re still in their squishy formative phase the second they are considered “legal” - that is bad because the older person is applying pressure of various kinds to shape their younger partner and mold them into their ideal image.

Other scenarios with similar dynamics that can breed resentment and unequal partnership: a partner who has money and the partner without any money, or one who has a job and the other is considered the house-partner

Unless Prince Charming is literally the nicest, most self-aware guy ever, Cinderella has just entered a relationship where she’s licking his boots for the rest of her life.  Every time they fight, he’s going to say, “I found you in ashes and I can put you back there too!”  It’s not fair, but it is sort of true.  Cinderella doesn’t have much recourse except to go along with what he wants, or leave.

Immortal characters are like the ultimate May-December relationship, UNLESS they are paired up with their own kind, of a relatively similar age.  Immortal Joe is a zillionaire, he has centuries of manipulation of social interaction, he is super pretty, and all that jazz.  And Mortal Betty is supposed to be his match??  She is twenty-five or thirty-three or might as well be a baby in comparison.  She has ten dollars.  But she’s really sweet and caring, and Immortal Joe has never felt like this for anyone else, EVER!!  And if she every tries to leave him, he’ll probably murder her and get away with it.  But she WON’T, because they’re SO IN LOVE.

That relationship is ALL about the unequal power dynamic.  It’s like relationship KINK.  That’s the whole damn point.  That’s why these kind of romances are so popular.  Sookie and Eric from Trueblood.  Christine and the Phantom.  Sarah and Jareth from the Labyrinth. The lamentable Bella Swan and her hunk of sparkly cardboard.

So please, please, please, for the love of titties, stop trying to purity-police certain ships!!! 

Beetlejuice, as an example, is a trash panda that has no logical mate.  If Lydia is too young for him, well dang, the Maitlands are too!!  He as a ghost has centuries more experience, has those weird abilities, and so on and so on.  So he got tricked by them?  He’s the villain!  The heroes have to win every time, but the villain only has to win ONCE for the story to be over.  Unless you match Beetlejuice up with another, equally powerful ghost with a similar amount of experience, it’s just not a fair pairing.  And given that each show has given him a smorgasboard of off-the-wall abilities, that’s kind of a lot to ask for.

As long as everyone involved KNOWS it’s fiction (ghosts? vampires?  improbably handsome millionaires? disfigured operatic genius?) and CONSENTS to the fantasy, it’s fine.  I personally am not into butt plugs, but damn if I won’t defend your right to have one if you should so desire.

[soranihimawari]

Coke Float & Milk Bread

taglist: @kaidasen, ⛅️anon ( @tkags anon list) , @m0nstergeneration20xx @oikawalovely

Notes: Oikawa and Seiun have a snack-date. Part 2 of a mini-series where a girl meets a pretty boy in the hallway of a physical therapy session. Part 3 will be out tomorrow.

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After the physical therapy session I went to, I was greeted outside the building by both Oikawa and another one of his classmates. Both were wearing their tracksuits from club practice I presumed since our physical therapy sessions were usually scheduled an hour after classes were over for the day. I wore jeans and a skyblue crop top. My hair was pulled back into a french braid, but I wore nothing but moisturizer that afternoon. Friends of mine from school were excited for me, but they respected my wishes on not wearing make-up due to the fact that I was going to be all sweaty from my physical therapy. 

Going back to this afternoon’s excursion: Apparently the pair of boys have been friends since childhood, which caused me to listen to their silly banter for a few city blocks. 

“Iwa-chan, of course I know that aliens built the ancient pyramids,” Oikawa said. 

“Oh my god Oikawa,” Iwazumi slapped his forehead. “I can’t believe you actually agreed to go out with him, Sei-chan.” 

“I thought he was charming,” I replied. 

I laughed when Oikawa puffed hot hair to the side. The clicks of my crutches matched with their foot steps; about another ten minutes later, we found ourselves in front of the ice cream shop. Iwazumi bid us farewell after opening the door for us mentioning he had a film studies podcast to listen to. When we were alone, I looked up at the menu for the ice cream shop. I glanced at the prices printed at the bottom for the floats, sundaes, cones, and cup sizes. I gripped my crutches since I didn’t want to overwhelm a fellow student’s wallet.

“You get to pick whatever you want, ok?” Oikawa said reassuringly. He placed an arm on my shoulder blade. “Don’t worry about cost right now.”

“If that’s the case,” I began. I caught the attention of the employee behind the ice cream freezer display. “May I get a cherry coke float?”

“And I’ll have one milk bread sundae please.” 

Oikawa removed his hand from my back to reach for his wallet. I hobbled over toward a booth by a window. I sat down on the squishy cushion and placed my crutches beside me against the window sill. Oikawa joined me a few minutes later.

“Coke float, huh?” he said. His eyes shimmered with slight amusement. 

“Milk bread? Really?” I retorted back. We exchanged a few more laughs. When our order arrived, we began to enjoy the treats. The summer sunset cascaded around OIkawa’s frame. This almost caused me to bask in his light. He was making puns and for once I forgot about my injury. When Oikawa rested his spoon in his now empty dish he asked me what happened. I took one final slurp of my cherry coke float and scowled.

“You first,” I said. 

“I asked you,” Oikawa said in a cocky tone. His gaze seemed to study my features enough so I felt like a hawk was watching me. I sighed when I pinched the bridge of my nose..

“Fine. I suppose I can tell you,” I caved first. “I was walking home a few weeks ago when I noticed one of my neighbor’s children wandered out into the street chasing after a ball. He didn’t notice a delivery truck which brakes failed and I got hit when I pushed him out of the way.”

Oikawa hung on every word I said. I recalled that day so clearly. It was a bright, blissful morning in June. I was on a break from the arts club, so I was tasked with grocery shopping for the day since I lived with my grandmother. Her neighbor’s children really took a liking to me ever since I moved in after my parents went abroad for business at the start of my third year of high school. I was often asked to babysit when I didn’t have after school (or morning) activities. However, the events of the day I told Oikawa about were true.

“My thigh and knee were almost completely shattered. It was a miracle the surgeons were able to re-fuse my bones with a lot of pins and screws. I just had an operation to remove the last bit of support screws since my bones are on the mend. Hence my brace. Every step is a struggle,” I paused for a moment to observe the lives of the people walking past the shop. Of course I was envious, but like all injuries, I needed more time to dedicate to healing. “But I’ll persevere through it.” I rested my chin on my hand when I placed my arm on the table and gave him a curt nod.

Oikawa leaned back in his chair to let out a low whistle. I cleared my throat before I returned my attention back at my physical therapy comrade.

“What about yours? You’re captain of your sports team, right?”

“Volleyball captain,” he corrected. “It occurred during a practice match we had amongst each other. I had set the ball to Iwa-chan for set point, but I landed poorly; I heard my knee pop out of place. It comes after years of playing, so I suppose it was my time to slow down a little bit.”

I pushed my glass aside and leaned forward when I folded my arms over my chest.

“I suppose so,” I acknowledged his last statement. “Do you have physical therapy tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. We were partners for one day and now you can’t get enough of me?”

“Don’t let it boost your ego. We’ve known each other off and on for a month, Oikawa. Yesterday was the first time we worked together on the parallel bars; what can I say? You’re fun to be around. Besides, you like aliens and I am a skeptic.”

“Oh is that so?” He scoffed when he heard me say the word skeptic. He clutched his chest a little bit for dramatic effect.  I knew that would grab his attention. I reread his club jacket insignia and I closed my eyes to realign my thoughts. Of course we haven’t really spoken before and our first conversational exchange was over the phone when he suggested this ice cream outing, but to say I developed an inkling of warmth from Oikawa is a false truth. At most, the boy intrigues me. He sure is handsome up close, no wonder my girl friends freaked the hell out when I sent his photo to them. Secretly though, I was hoping it was the same on his end.

“If you want more than ice cream dates with me,” my tone took over a taunting tone. “Then make a believer out of me Oikawa Tooru, captain of the Aoba Josai volleyball team.” I tapped my lips lightly. 

“Trust me sweetheart, I will,” he said, taking a hold of one of my hands. “Now do me a favor and don’t tap your lips like that unless you want me to kiss you later.”

I blinked surprised since such a simple gesture would prompt this pretty boy to react like that. About twenty or so more minutes passed while we exchanged more stories from school gossip to volleyball game stories. Oikawa was surprised to learn that I knew how to play volleyball, but I told him I learned on a sand court when my family lived abroad for a few of my formative early years.

“When I came back to Japan from Argentina, it was because my parents were offered another five year city planning contract, so living with my grandmother was a compromise once I entered my first year of high school,” I explained. 

“So, what year are you in now?” Oikawa’s calloused fingers traced over my knuckles delicately. Years of playing caused these, I know. It was the smallest gesture, yet i like to believe he wanted to treat me like glass. He already knew I was built tough, much like he was. I suppose maybe he might develop a crush on me while we continue working on feeling whole again.

“Third as of the start of this year. What about you? I’m assuming you are too?” Oikawa hummed in confirmaton. I mentioned the time, so Oikawa let go of my hand, yet I hoped he held on to me a little longer. He stood up first to assist me in standing as well. I grabbed my crutches off the window sill and propped them up. 

When we exited the shop, we began walking back toward the medical arts building where our physical therapy office was located. We walked side by side for a majority of the way back, telling each other jokes, as well as me explaining that since the accident I was attending school virtually unless I had to turn in assignments or take exams on campus. My school was located on the other side of town, meaning it was no where near his. He kind of frowned learning that piece of information.

On the flip side, I may have let it slip that I didn’t live too far from the hospital campus, so there was a silver lining. This caused his mood to shift and his demeanor took on a chipper tone. He ran his hand through his hair before asking me when I was supposed to return back to school saying the beginning of next week.

“I see,” Oikawa began when we were approaching the entrance door. “So, how does a follow up proper date sound?” 

I was reaching for the door handle when my ears perked up at his question. This model volleyball player, who could turn pro by graduation, asked me out on a real date? I looked over my shoulder at him to read his expression. Oh wow, even when serious, he was extremely good looking. Sure, couldn’t hurt to date him, maybe my pride if we break up, but now is not the time for thinking so poorly Juni! My thoughts said.

“Friday night. Six-thirty, Paper Latern Park. I hear there’s a meteor shower in the forecast. Bring coffee, ok?” I instructed before giving Oikawa a hug. I kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the coke float. See you then!” 

I released him in time to notice the blush tinting his cheekbones. Oikawa’s surprised chocolate hue eyes watched me hobble off until I was out of sight. About an hour later, I received a text from him informing me he too had made it home in one piece. 

“He signs his messages with ‘Peace, love, aliens?’ That’s adorable,” I whispered at my phone. I sat down on my bed leaving my sketch pad on my desk. 

[jessica-denise]

a cursed love

C H A P T E R  eleven

A/N: I had some stuff to take care of and wasn't feeling terribly motivated to write, so I'm sorry there haven't been as many chapters the past couple of days. I likely won't be uploading daily anymore, but I'm going to try and write as much as I can. Anyways, here's the new chapter, hope you guys enjoy it! ˆˆ

Once again, Y/N felt everyone's eyes on her as she followed Sirius through the portrait hole. At first, Y/N wasn't sure where they were going, but she soon realized that Sirius was leading her to the Shrieking Shack. ''Sirius? I thought you wanted to talk not take me on a guided tour through Hogwarts.'' ''We can do that on our way back, if you're up for it. But as I'm sure you've figured out by now, we're going somewhere where no one can hear your screams.'' ''Very funny Sirius.'' ''It is in my nature, I'm told.'' ''Really? By who? Did you're reflection tell you that? Are you hearing voices again?'' ''As much as I love when you're being snarky, I'll have to ask you to be quiet for a second, or Filch will hear you and we'll get to continue our detention sessions with McGonagall long after christmas is over.''

Y/N did as Sirius had told her and stopped talking until they finally reached the Shrieking Shack. She was enjoying this new dynamic between them that had started to develop during their daily detentions, but all of that had come to a rather abrupt halt when she started hanging out with Frank. It seemed like things were slowly going back to normal. After almost ten minutes of walking in silence, they finally reached the Whomping Willow and made their way to the Shrieking Shack. ''After you, my lady.'' Sirius said and let Y/N go in first, like a true gentleman. When she entered, she almost couldn't believe what she was seeing. There were candles floating around in the room, lighting it up in a romantic glow, rose petals were covering most of the floor with the exception of where Sirius had put down a blanket and a couple of pillows. ''What is this?'' Y/N asked and stared at Sirius. ''This is beautiful. Did you do all that? I didn't think you were that type of guy...'' Sirius raised an eyebrow. ''The type of guy that makes an effort for a girl he fancies?'' ''I don't know. I didn't think you would have to make that kind of effort for girls.'' ''Well listen Potter, I got something to prove here.'' ''You do?'' ''Of course. To you and your brother. That this is serious to me. That I won't just drop you after a week. I've thought about this for a while. I would never want to jeopardize my friendship with James. Ever. And I also wouldn't want to make things weird between the two of you. But I really like you, Y/N Potter. And I think that you like me too. And I just can't stop thinking about what could be between us,mif I just gave it my best shot. So this is me trying to give us my best shot. And if you decide it's not worth it to you then that's cool. But I just had to try, you know?'' He looked at Y/N and bit his lip waiting for her reply. ''So you really mean it huh?'' she said, still slightly unsure of how to react to what he had just said. ''Yeah, I mean… yeah. Uhm, do you maybe want to sit down? I stole a bunch of snacks from the kitchen. All the best stuff. And I got chocolate frogs, too.'' Y/N's eyes lit up and a smile formed on her lips. ''You got chocolate frogs? Those are my favorite! How did you know?'' ''I might or might not have pressured James into telling me. They have new cards in them, too.'' ''Wait really?'' Y/N quickly made her way over to the blanket and took one of the chocolate frogs out of the little basket of food. She unwrapped it and much to her delight she ended up with a card she did not yet have. ''Sirius! Look who it is! I don't have this one yet!'' Sirius just smiled. Being the reason for that huge smile on Y/N's face made him feel like the happiest guy in all of Hogwarts and he wanted to feel like this for ever. He was now even more determined than ever before to make sure Y/N would be her happy, bubbly self. He wouldn't let anyone hurt her. Least of all himself. While Y/N started unwrapping the next chocolate frog, Sirius made his way over to the blanket and sat down next to her. ''So what did James say about you pulling off this grand gesture and all?'' Sirius shrugged. ''He said he was fine with it.'' Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. ''Really? My brother, who within the last two days has beaten you up twice because of me, is totally cool with you taking me to a remote location to have a romantic candlelight picnic?'' ''It might be that I withheld some small details about the exact circumstances of the 'open and honest conversation' I told him I was planning on having with you.'' Y/N giggled and Sirius could feel a smile creeping on his face. ''Sooo, who'd you get in your second frog?'' Y/N smiled excitedly as she showed Sirius another card she did not yet have. ''I take it you like this little surprise then huh?'' he asked. Y/N nodded and started going through the basket looking for more goodies. ''Wow, Sirius, you really did go all out. You even got those little biscuits.'' ''You like those? I always have 'em for breakfast. I thought you might like them. I think I've seen you eat them before.'' Y/N nodded and grabbed one of them. ''Yeah, these are super delicious. Lily kind of hates them though. She says they're too squishy.'' ''Too squishy?'' ''Yeah, Lily can be very particular about certain things.'' Sirius chuckled. ''Certain things? You mean like making sure everyone follows every single rule at all times?'' ''I guess she is a little intense sometimes. Doesn't seem to bother my brother though.'' ''Wait a second. James is your brother.'' ''Wow, is this your first case, Sherlock?'' ''No, I mean, James is your brother and Lily is your best friend! He's doing the same thing he's giving me crap for!'' For whatever reason Y/N had never realized this either. ''Yeah, you're right… I'd say he's even worse. She's clearly not into him and he keeps bugging her anyways. I wonder if there's a way we can get back at him...'' ''I like where this is going.'' Sirius said with a big grin forming on his face. Y/N bit her lip and gave Sirius a devilish grin. ''So, how would you like to give that boyfriend girlfriend thing a go?'' ''I would love nothing more, love.'' he said before his face fella little bit. ''What's wrong?'' ''Nothing, it's just uh, it's not just pretend though, right?'' Y/N looked him right in the eyes. ''Sirius, do you think I would suggest lots of public displays of affection if I wasn't interested in partaking?'' And with that the foolish grin on Sirius' face was back. ''So all this is really just a cover so you get to make out with me huh?'' ''You wish.'' Y/N's cheeks turned red and Sirius laughed. ''So are we dating now?'' he said flashing Y/N a handsome smile and scooting a little bit closer to her. Coming as a surprise to both of them, instead of answering, Y/N simply grabbed his face and kissed him.

Tagged cuties: @evolutionofkatep @1800-fight-me

[mint-yooxgi]

I’ll Be There - Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Fluff, (A tiny bit of) Angst

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 2,929

A/n: This is heavily inspired by a dream I just recently had, especially the ending. The reader is mentioned to be a foreigner in this, just so you know! I do hope you all like it, I thought it was very cute when I was dreaming it. Dream Namjoon is so soft and squishy omg. Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

You’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks now. The countless hours spent sitting in the practice room, watching them rehearse for the upcoming award show makes your head spin. You know it will all pay off in the end, though.

Now, standing in the aisle way of the music hall, you converse with the boys of Bangtan, letting them know how excited you are for the show to start. They all smile as they listen to you talk, but none as wide as Namjoon, your boyfriend of three months.

You’ve known each other for far longer, but it wasn’t until recently Namjoon had asked you out on a date. Granted, given the boy’s rise in popularity recently, you couldn’t really be seen in public with only just one of them. The media outlets would have had a field day if they found out one of the boys is dating you, their best friend since before they debuted.

The fans all know you as (Y/n), Bangtan’s best friend. Despite this fact, many fans choose to ship you with some of the boys, whereas others are not so supportive. You can’t count the amount of hate you get in a day, but with the love and support form the boys, you manage to not let it get to you.

Namjoon, on the other hand, doesn’t like any of this. He does get jealous at times, especially when he sees the fans shipping you with one of his group mates. At those times, he wants nothing more than to just tell everyone about your relationship, but he can’t. It’s too risky for you and him both, but he’s willing to risk it all for you. To him, you’re worth it.

“Anyways, the show’s about to start, I should go and take my seat,” you smile at them. “Good luck on your performance tonight boys, I know you’ll do great!”

“Why can’t you just take our offer and sit with us tonight?” Jimin practically whines, grabbing onto your right arm and pleading you to stay.

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” you wave him off, watching as he, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin all pout.

“You could never bother us like that,” Yoongi says, sharing a look with Namjoon who catches himself before he wraps an arm around your waist in comfort.

“I’ll be up top still, don’t worry,” you wink at them. “I’ll make sure to cheer the loudest.”

You give them each a firm hug before you’re heading off to the balcony of the theatre to sit with the rest of the fans that came in support of their favourite artists tonight. 

Namjoon watches your figure disappear behind the doors, a longing look in his eyes. So badly he wanted to give you a kiss on the cheek before you left, but he can’t. Not with all the fans watching, and the cameras poised all around them.

Whatever, soon, he won’t have to worry about any of them. Not after tonight, at least.

Taking his seat with the others, he smiles to himself. Soon, everyone will know you’re his, just as he is yours.

Namjoon remembers the first time he met you, back when he was first starting out as a trainee at BigHit. A smile tugs at his lips as he recalls how nervous you were to start your internship with the company, being a foreigner and all. You were worried about your Korean skills, and he found you in one of the old offices late at night, working on your pronunciation. He remembers so clearly how you broke down under the stress of it all, how you told him that other people were looking down on you for not being able to do as much work as some of the others, despite your work being of the utmost quality. Well, in his opinion at least.

That night changed so many things between the two of you, and he promised to help you with your Korean as long as you would help him with his English. From that night on, the two of you had a special bond between each other, and so started him pining after his soon to be best friend.

“You okay there, Namjoon?” Yoongi is the first to notice Namjoon’s dazed look as the lights dim for the first act to come on stage.

“I will be,” he smiles back at Yoongi as the other look at him questioningly, soon shrugging off his strange behaviour.

Meanwhile, you take your seat at the top of the balcony, furthest to the left. There are at least two rows of seats behind you, and all the seats are filled with people. However, for some reason, the four seats on either side of you are completely empty. You don’t mind though, it gives you extra room to breathe.

Looking up to your right, just slightly over your shoulder, you see a group of girls sitting in the very last row of the middle section of seats giggling and whispering to each other as they look at you. They hold an Army Bomb in each of their hands, a few of them wearing face masks as they continue to stare down at you.

You feel yourself shrink under their judgmental stares, hearing them scoff at you, and saying rude things about you behind your back. You do your best to ignore them, shaking your head to rid the voice inside your head that’s agreeing with them in saying you don’t deserve to be friends with the boys, and that you are insignificant.

Focusing your attention on the stage, you see the first announcers come out onto the stage after the first performers have finished their set. You bite your lip in anticipation as the award for best producer is announced. 

A loud cheer escapes your lips as Yoongi is announced as the winner, screams of ‘that’s my best friend’ leaving your lips as fans take videos of you cheering him on.

Once again, you shrink back in your seat, embarrassed at your outburst. Luckily, you overhear some fans talking in front of you, saying how sweet it is how supportive you are of the boys. You smile shyly at that, despite them not being able to see you.

The next half of the award show goes by quicker than you’d like to admit, and soon enough, it’s nearing time for the boys to perform. So far, they’ve won two awards. One award for song of the year, and the other for album of the year, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You also can’t get over how handsome your boyfriend looks, dressed up in a black tux with a matching bowtie. You sigh dreamily as you watch him walk offstage to get ready for their performance.

Soon enough, the next performers are being announced, and the crowd erupts into screams and cheers as the intro for their set plays over the speakers. Your brow furrows as you see a lone figure standing on the stage in darkness. This isn’t what you remember them practicing.

As soon as the lights raise, a gasp escapes your lips as you see Namjoon standing centre stage. Bringing the mic to his lips, he starts to rap softly, and you immediately recognize the song to be the song he showed you a few weeks ago. A song which he wrote for you.

A hand comes up to cover your mouth as tears dot your vision. Your heart is beating erratically in your chest as he starts to walk forward, looking out into the crowd, and you know he’s searching for you.

Immediately, once his solo stage ends, the rest of them appear from beneath the stage, going right into Spring Day.

You remember when they told you their setlist for the award show, and they mentioned how Spring Day was going to be one of the first numbers, you freaked. They know how much you love that song. He knows how much you love that song.

Before you know it, their set is over, and you can see them all panting onstage in their final poses as the cameras capture their images and project them to the big screens. Needless to say, you think you cheer the loudest.

They move offstage to change before the final award of the night is announced.

The next ten minutes feel agonizingly slow to you as they drag out the last award. You find yourself leaning forward in your seat as soon as you see the announcers walk onstage with the envelope in their hands, waiting to announce artist of the year.

You notice that the boys have returned to their seats now, wearing what looks like more casual clothing, but still looking as dashing as ever. 

You bite your lip in anticipation as the announcers take a dramatic pause before they reveal artist of the year.

A shriek of joy escapes your lips as you hear the group they announce. A huge smile is on your face as you watch them rush up to the stage, smiles of their own littering their faces as Namjoon accepts the award, bowing to the presenter.

They all surround the mic, and you’re surprised to see Hoseok step up to the mic first. They each take their turns thanking their fans, and everyone who made this possible.

Finally, Namjoon is the last to the mic, and you can see the smile he has on his face as his image is shown on the screens around him. Thanks to that, you’re also able to see the slightly nervous tremor in his hands as he goes to grip the mic, anchoring himself to something for what he’s about to do.

“Army!” He starts off like some of the others did, screaming the name into the mic. “Thank you so much for giving us your support, and loving us through the years. You’ve allowed us to do what we love, and have given us a reason to perform. We will continue to make music for you all in the future, so please continue to support us! Thank you to our production team, and everyone at BigHit that have helped to make our dreams come true.”

At his words, you find yourself smiling and nodding along, but then his expression changes slightly, and your brow is furrowing in worry. It’s one of those subtle things that you wouldn’t notice unless you knew Namjoon as well as you do. You can tell he’s about to take a major risk, and you’re not quite sure what he’s about to say.

“I have a small confession to make to all of you now,” he begins, and you can hear your blood rushing through your ears. The boys all wear knowing, supportive looks on their faces behind him, and now you’re even more confused. “Over the past three months, there has been someone very close to me that has helped me through so much. I’ve know this person for many years now, but only recently have they come to mean so much more. I want to thank her for everything she’s done for not only me, but for all of us. You know her as our best friend, (Y/n), the one who’s always been there for us, and supported us since the beginning. I know her as my loving girlfriend, and I hope you can all come to support us throughout our relationship. I think I speak for all of the members when I say this, we could not be where we are without her, and we most certainly would not be who we are today without her in our lives.” You can see the others nodding their heads behind him, Jin coming up to rest a hand on his shoulder for support. “(Y/n), this is for us as much as it is for you. We love you. I love you. Love yourself, love myself, thank you so much.”

You watch as a single tear escapes his eye, and in the next moment, all seven of them are bowing to the audience in thanks. Screams and cheers erupt from around you, but you can hardly hear them over your own racing heart. 

A tear of your own escapes your eye, and you bring your hand up to cover the smile that wants to spread across your face. A few people in the seats around you who know who you are turn to you and offer you their congratulations. 

Thanking them softly, you manage to reel in your emotions and stop your crying. You could not be happier, or more full of love for one man, at this very moment.

Hearing movement at your side, you turn to look to see the girls from before now swarming you with phones in their hands.

“I can’t believe you would steal Namjoon from us like this,” one of them sneers.

“Yeah, you’re not even that pretty anyways,” another one adds.

“What would anyone want with you, you’re probably only using them for they fame,” another rolls her eyes.

“Who do you think you are?” The fourth one huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

Their petty jealousy initially stings, but you find yourself shrugging off their comments. You won’t let them have the satisfaction of knowing how their words have affected you. 

You barely have time to blink at them before their attention is being drawn to the now open door at the top of the balcony. There, in all his glory, stands Namjoon, scanning over the crowd until he spots you. Immediately, a smile takes over his face. However, before he can take a step, he finds himself being surrounded by the four girls that had been previously surrounding you.

“Namjoon!” One cries, their phones raised for photos as he attempts to move past them.

A slight frown takes over his features as they continue to move closer to him, backing him up into the row behind you. You look up at him in worry, but he only smiles at you reassuringly.

“Girls, please, I came here to be with my girlfriend, and I would greatly appreciate some privacy,” he says, and you can see three of them deflate before reluctantly moving back to their seats. 

The last one tries to take another step towards him, but he sends her a pleading look, and soon, she’s backing off, leaving the two of you alone.

You let out a soft chuckle as you offer him your hand to climb over the seats in front of him to join you. Immediately, he takes it, a smile on both of your faces as he comes to sit in the open seat beside you on your right.

“You continue to surprise me every day,” you say, wrapping your arms around his arm and leaning into his side.

“Good surprises, I hope,” he smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Always,” you smile back at him.

“I was so nervous,” he admits, tilting his head so it’s now resting on top of yours.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, the boys had to calm me down before going onstage today,” he says. “I meant every word of what I said up there. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, I just love you so much. You mean so much to me, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you, too, Namjoon,” you tell him, sitting up slightly so you’re now looking into his eyes. Your heart skips a beat as you see him looking at you with so much tender love and fondness, both of which you know are reflected in your eyes. “And I love the song.”

“You do?” The words escape his lips before he can stop them, his expression giving away his excitement.

“Yes, it meant so much to me,” you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, and even after all this time, you can tell he’s blushing.

“I’m glad,” he hums as you curl up back into his side.

By now, the award show has come to an end, and many of the fans are starting to make their way to the exits. You notice a few of them stare at you and Namjoon as they walk past, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. From the looks of it, neither can Namjoon, the two of you content with just being in each others company, and him being able to do what he’s always wanted to. To show everybody that you’re with him.

“We should probably get going, too,” you say, about to start getting up from your position.

“Let’s stay, just for a little while longer,” he says with a hum. “Let me enjoy this, at least until everyone else has gone. Let me enjoy you.”

You only smile at him in response, uttering a soft ‘okay’ as you squeeze your arms tighter around him, burrowing deeper into his side, to which he finds himself smiling at. 

He couldn’t be happier in this moment, right here, right now, with you. You’re in his arms, and nothing else matters. Now, everyone knows about your relationship, and he no longer has to hide how he feels about you. Now, he can show the world that he’s yours, and you’re his. He would do anything for you, as long as it meant you being happy, and right now, he’ll start with this.

[taeguboi]

BTS as Boyfriends [HC]

Request:  ‘bts as boyfriends? ☺’

There’s kind of a story in each? Idk, hope you enjoy!

Warning: some nsfw mentions

Rap Monster

You fall for his intelligence and humour

He falls for your shyness around him

You finally tell a friend out loud about your crush on him

unaware that he’s nearby and within hearing distance

So he asks you out on a date

he doesn’t expect for you to want more than the one date

so you get the impression afterwards that it meant nothing to him

you try to move on

he hates watching someone else being so close to you

Everything changes;

he interrupts your conversation, not caring to be rude

“I can’t stand it anymore”

*intense kiss* *everybody cheers, huzzah!* 

Learning is suddenly more fun

school was a drag back in the day

but his stories capture your attention

You just let him sit talking for hours about a book he just read

Matching jumpers

snuggy snug snug

winter becomes more enjoyable

it’s freezing and miserable outside but

you’re sat by the fire with joonie

well laid on the couch by the fire falling asleep

as he reads you a bedtime story hahaha

you get through books together at the same time and it’s magical

there’s always something to talk about

whether it’s a debate / discussion about a book

or about something really little like 

how you each prefer something and why

and you appreciate the little differences 

but you also appreciate how you change and shape each other into better rounded human beings

excuses to be skinshippy with you

*grabs your butt*

“it looked cold”

okay I didn’t say they were good excuses...

Everyone thinks he’s this confident, outgoing guy

but when you’re around he’s all cutesy and always bumping into things

He gets so distracted by you

and he really does try not to perv on you

like he really tries

but his thoughts just come out in one big list of adjectives 

that progressively get a little nsfw

“How do I look Joonie?”

“Damn, you’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, you’re sexy...”

*winks*

Sex isn’t limited to the bedroom

just as you think you’re seeing shy squishy joonie

he takes you into a storage cupboard mid-party

and wow

you swear it’s the best you’ve ever had in your life

but then you find you keep saying that yo yourself

he’s so attentive

it’s all about you

he doesn’t mind if you focus on him later but

it’s more fun when you put just as much attention in at the same time

because your boy gets FLUSTERED

he’s so cool until you touch him just right...

but anyway

back to fluffy content

oops

Namjoon shows you the world

all without travelling

he’s so well educated

so cultured

the works

he’s the best teacher you never asked for

everything is fun

everything is interesting

everything is awesome

and all of this is going to last a lifetime

Jin

He only has eyes for you

way before you become an item

Purposely awkward af when you’re in a conversation with someone who could be a threat

to put them off

Always asking about your well being

He’s just happy that you’re happy

getting to talk to you in the first place makes his day

but then when he asks how you are and you respond with a smile

that really hits the feels 

At first he’s so smooth

there’s nothing flawed about him

Then you find out what a dork he is

squeaky laughter

bad jokes

sorta clumsy, even

but he’s still perfect 

and still a gentleman

His friends have never seen him laugh so often in his life

you make him look even more radiant

you’re the funniest person to him

even though you never really had yourself down as ‘comedian’

he loves your type of humour

Making breakfast together

back hugs

it’s one of those little things in life

and one of those things that make you miss him more when you’re apart

One night a week is definitely date night

he never misses it or forgets

He makes everything special

even the really little anniversaries / milestones

ones you didn’t even realises were a cause for celebration

“Chocolates? Whatever for?”

“It’s been half a year since we made us public”

“Aw, Jin... You realize people don’t usually get gifts for things like that?”

“I just... I wanted to”

The most generous man

all he needs is that you return the love

and remind him of everything you love about him

especially in bed

he’s in charge

but it’s only because he likes to take care of you

he may not be as daring as some of the other members

but every inch of the house has been covered

very intimate, passionate lover

the love just makes it more special

as well as more sensual for him 

emotion is everything

and not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of you with adoration

he brings you back things from a normal food shopping trip

because he was thinking of you

he tries not to make his social media all about you

but at least 50% ends up being that

it works to his advantage though

because girls are still after him

and then that selfie he posted yesterday sends them the message 

to back off

he’s so perfect

that none of your estranged school ‘mates’ are having any of it

and after hearing this

he invades your snapchat

selfie after selfie after selfie whilst you’re asleep

and whilst you’re not sure you appreciate that one shot of you being asleep

it shuts all the haters right up

and now they’re probably crying 

oh well

he is proud to show you off

“hey everyone! look at this amazing thing my girlfriend/boyfriend did!”

he’ll do anything to make you laugh

anything

if you’re having a bad day then that just won’t do

he’s taking you out

or he’s treating you for a night in

and he’s definitely treating you to his dad jokes

and then you’re in stitches

Jin makes you forget everything that sucks about life

Suga

Too shy to start talking to you

but somehow you exchange numbers one day

So it becomes a heavily text-based friendship that you form

He has to be sure he won’t make a fool of himself

Actions are louder than words

he might not say much about how he feels about you

but there’s gestures every day

like how he brings you coffee to work

or how he offers to pay for food

you figure it out eventually

and you really like him to

but how to say it?...

so anyway, one day, you kiss

you know, casual

“so does this mean...?...”

yes

bam! you’re a couple!

You complete him

and he can’t imagine life without you

nights without you in his bed are lonely

People think he’s cold and indifferent

but you make him soft soft soft

like he’ll pretend not to be ticklish

oh but hahahahaha you find out he is

“Ah! Jagiyaaaa! Hahahahahah!”

Just hug him all the time

sometimes you complain about how you look

but he just smiles at you and you know what it means

Only you can stop him from over-working

he’s just sat at his laptop, eyebrows furrowed

talk dirty to him so he doesn’t go insane

don’t forget to wear his clothes

he loves watching you roam the house in an over sized shirt

those similarities are what he holds onto

if there’s no common ground, then what would be the point, huh?

sharing is caring

one headphone each on bus journeys

you can have some of his fries at the takeaway

big cocktail for you both to have on a night out

under the same blanket on colder days

he loves it when you unexpectedly touch him

drives him crazy

one minute it’s all innocent and lovey dovey

then your hand is on his dick and fuuuuck

too soon?

nah

the programme you were watching is forgotten about

so is all his sense of surroundings

the curtains are wide open and there you are pumping him up and down

and he doesn’t even notice or care

fuck he loves you

not just because of that obvs

but after your first time initiating something more sexual 

he does not stop thinking about you

like holy shit this is real

yippie

he loves your kisses

he can’t go a day without

well he can but it’s torture

when aren’t his hands on your waist?

and fuck he still can’t stop kissing you

not too much in public of course

but at home in mid conversation

after every sentence

until there’s just like half an hour silence 

and you’re smooching each other’s faces off

you’ll never feel short of love or attention with Yoongi

J-Hope

As soon as he notices you: personality turnaround

Cool, manly, swagger

not a precious easily shook bby at all

He’s kinda distracting

like you’re trying to work here, but

he’s too funny and handsome

and he knows it, even though he’s too modest to admit it

But then one day something moves abruptly

and he gets shook and it’s the cutest thing to you

but he’s so embarrassed 

he could just run away forever 

because he thinks he done fcked up

wrong!

“aw, cute” you respond

*dorky grin emerges on Hobi’s face*

*comes into work next day on a motorbike* 

[think j-dope era]

You make it clear that this doesn’t change your new impression of him

The typical ‘chase’ love story

He likes you but you take a while to give him the time of day to make sure he’s worth it

and he is worth it

there’s like a solid week where he brings you something everyday

and you don’t want this poor boy emptying his wallet so fast

so you give in to how you feel

“okay, okay! I’ll go on a date with you”

but you insist on paying the bill to make up for his troubles

but he won’t have it

you eventually agree to split the bill

and that starts the foundations for

a completely equal relationship

what you give is what you get

a problem shared is a problem halved

and all the other cliches about sharing

excitable cutie pie

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!”

Yeah, he’s kind of gathered that he can’t hide his true self from you

He wants to discover the world with you

he takes risks and tries new things for you

he tries to be braver than he really is

“Let’s go on the rollercoaster y/n!”

“Are you sure Hobi? You screamed so much last time...”

“Well, yeah... 

“... That was my first time...

“... and I didn’t know for sure if it was safe...”

sure hobi, sure

The best team

your respective skills combined are all powerful

you can solve any problem together

you become that couple that are great at creating other couples

so many couples dates come out of it

it’s because you’re good at learning people’s true personalities fast

and he’s the best persuader

oh and he’s great at suggesting places to go

everyone enjoys the company of both of you

if only one of you can attend something

everyone asks about the other

you come as a package

“we” instead of “I” comes out in sentences a lot

but it’s not that either of you are too clingy

you both genuinely enjoy each other’s company for extended periods of time

like one day it’ll be like

“it’s the weekend and a bit rubbish weather to go do anything so d’ya wanna come over for the afternoon to watch some movies?”

and then next thing you know

it’s Friday next week

and you’ve been there all this time

whoops

Tries to hide when he’s in the mood at a bad time

but he talks slow and deep without meaning to

so he can never hide from you

and whilst he doesn’t have to tell you he’s turned on

you have your little methods of making him say it aloud

like when you grab his thigh

and then he’s like

“oh fuck I need you”

y/n at your service hobi...

you’re so good to him

that bless his soul

he always says ‘thank you’ afterwards

“you don’t need to thank me Hobi”

“but that was great”

bless

everything is still special as the relationship progresses

and whilst he’s always loved referring to you as his girlfriend / boyfriend

he loves it even more when he gets to say ‘fiance’

fairy tale wedding

he’s like a prince

honeymoon at disney world

because it’s everything your relationship stands for

the rides where Hobi takes risks for you

the fairy tale like love for each other

you even each go for the makeover package one day

it’s probably cringe to a lot of people

but you’re his wife / husband now so he doesn’t care

Jimin

Admires you from a distance

he hates how his friends can so easily talk to you

he wants to be more like them, so he tries hard

Finally, he plucks up the courage to initiate and engage in a proper conversation

“Hey” with a shy smile

Suddenly you become besties

there’s something about Jimin you trust deeply in

He can’t stop smiling around you

you can’t stop smiling around him

eventually you both figure it out

At first, his jaw is aching from all the smiling

he eventually builds up that stamina though

“You’re so pretty”

random compliments for days

giggly couple

you make each other smile too much

your relationship kind of brings him out of his shell

but he will probably always be shy chimchim

and you’re both low key in public

but everyone can see how you look at each other

You’re surprised at how chatty he gets under the covers

because of how shy he usually is

but the bedroom is a totally different story!

“you like that?”

“am I treating you good honey?”

pure fucking sin

like  w h e r e  d i d  t h i s  s i d e  o f  m y  c h i m c h i m  c o m e  f r o m

you call him out on it after a few times

and he’s just like

“what? I was just really getting into it”

and he somehow says that with such innocence

that you’d think he was talking about just a song or something

his voice is music to your ears

seeing ‘I love you’ in a text just isn’t the same

I mean, of course it still means a lot

but you get goosebumps when he says it face to face

adventures in town for hours

it doesn’t matter if no one has money

it’s the quality time that counts

and there are still some free things to enjoy

window shopping and speculating the future

museums

sightseeing

checking out buskers

he doesn’t even dress up particularly for those days

but you’re still impressed

when he’s running about town 

you just admire his sweater paws

or he’s reaching up for something in a shop 

and a bit of hip shows 

and you admire how beautiful his skin tone is

you end up scrimping together like 50p for a second hand film

and it’s rubbish

but it doesn’t matter

you can make your own fun anyway

I’m not saying no one ever has money

the point is that you don’t need it to have a good time together

He’s so glad he plucked up the courage that day way back when to talk to you

V

Doesn’t beat around the bush

Knows instantly that he has a crush

allows a suitable period of time in which he can get to know you

Asks you out on a date when the time is right

Not afraid to flirt and be a dork

says the most random things

“have you ever thought about what makes a krabby patty?”

I have lots of theories about this but not the right place 

and he’s so random

but it only draws you in more

because he’s intriguing

slightly mysterious even

but there’s one he’s crystal clear on

“I really like you y/n”

“I really like you too”

yes, it’s actually as simple as that

He is the most fun boyfriend EVER

it helps that he learned so much about you at the beginning

surprise day trips 

little games he’s created

as well as existing games

he makes bets that he knows he will lose

because he wants to treat you

“I bet you won’t find me within 5 minutes in a game of hide and seek!”

“You’re on!”

“Loser has to cook dinner!”

and then he chooses a really bad hiding place

like under a glass table 

or behind curtains that don’t reach the ground

and then it turns out the fridge is already choc-a-bloc

sometimes you worry he’s too thoughtful

like that time he skipped something important 

just to see you when you were sick

or when he gives you his jacket when it’s freezing cold

but of course you appreciate it

He’s not afraid to flaunt your relationship

costume party? you have to dress up; 

he insists you’re gonna be the best dressed couple there

Never forget how special you are

he’s saved himself for you

he always wanted to wait for the right person

and he was going to wait til marriage

but realises that is perhaps outdated

and he feels way too much for you for this not to be genuine

and you show it back too, more than enough for reassurance

[you choose whether you’re showing him the way or if it’s new to you too]

it’s extremely intimate

doesn���t forget to tell you at least 5 times he loves you during

remind him he’s the one and he’ll be putty in your hands

loved up

sexed up

the first time quickly leads into the second third and fourth time

as you spend the entire day in your dressing gowns

it’s a true bonding experience

excuse the unintended pun

you will never feel unloved by tae tae

Jungkook

Shy but treats you like a friend

if he’s giving you witty comments and teasing you then

he definitely has a crush on you

Will fite you

Gaming marathon? You’re on!

all of it is a just quest to impress you though

and all of this happens often over time

and you begin to notice him more

and feel that he has the potential to be more than your friend

so yep, another gaming marathon

intense flirting

heck, he’s surprising himself big time

“what are you gonna do about it?” he says with a smirk

yet he isn’t surprised when 

he realises it’s because he’s gotten so comfortable around you

so back to what he said

this is where things get taken up a notch

so what are you gonna do about it?

“depends what you have in mind, kook”

and he knows with your tone that you mean

“either you bust my ass on this game right now or you drop that console and do something about this tension”

that bit is unspoken of course ^

he pauses the game

but he hasn’t let go of the console

he just looks at you 

you’re looking back at him trying not to hyperventilate

and then he goes for it

game forgotten about

“come here”

???

“y/n?”

you follow his instruction

this is new - a demanding jungkook

you like it really though

“now, I could be reading this wrong, but...”

*intense passionate kiss*

but afterwards

Still can’t look you in the eye

“Jungkook, you know you can make eye contact with me after...”

and then you pauses because oops you’re hanging with friends

“After WHAT y/n??”

and you’re both shook

“Jungkook?? What happened?!?”

you hang your heads down

and I think your mates assume you fucked or something

even though there was only a kiss

so no one mentions it 

because of your lack of response on their questioning back there

so you guys get the space you need 

to get your heads around what’s going on here

and actually nothing happens for a good while

the intense friendship continues

until one day

you’re at a party

and he can’t fucking take it anymore

*takes you by the hand to a bedroom*

ooh

then your friends are certain something is going on

when one of them catches you at the party leaving said room

and this is where they bug you both constantly

until you have to ask

“so... what’s going on here?”

“to tell you the truth y/n... I can’t stop thinking about you”

“I can’t stop thinking about you either”

*cutesy kiss*

*less cutesy kiss*

*intense make out*

*low key touching*

yep it’s happening again whoops

so less of the hanky panky talk

til later that is

it’s one of those “they finally got together” things

everyone deep down thought you’d make a good match

it was hard to unsee

once you realise how similar you two are

but not too similar of course

there’d have been no intense banter without those differences

yeah you ‘argue’ a lot

but it’s just part of the passion you have for each other

yeah I’m not going for long without this talk lmao idk what my deal is today

Sensitive lil boy

Whisper in his ear and his boxers tighten

“Problem Jeonggukkie?”

“Yah jagi! That was mean...”

you know because you’re in public

and you know how easy it is to get to him in that way

“guys seriously get a room!”

again, whoops

You still do all those other things you did as mates

you’re basically mates but with a romantic aspect

‘dickhead’ means ‘you’re a loveable idiot’

‘yeah right’ means ‘you’re probably right but I’m not admitting that’

‘fuck’s sake’ means ‘that joke was terrible but really, I find it funny’

it’s like you don’t say what you mean

but you know what each other means

and there’s no overthinking about it

To an outsider, you guys seem extremely casual but this relationship means the world

Hope you guys enjoyed! Headcanon Masterlist

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in no particular order, a list of some of my main OCs; some are SFW in nature, others are more appropriate to this blogs themes but i’d kinda like to use the less kink-focused one for funsies here.

under read more because it gets fairly long. I’m putting this here for some inspiration on potential asks or suggestions, and to get you all familiar with some of my lesser used OCs or ones I have not discussed on this blog yet.

Jord Ymirdottir: Frost giantess space pirate. Her true size is several miles high, but in the mortal plane she is about 16 feet or so; she’s larger if it suits the needs of the scenario. A big, buff and super thicc MILF type, with edges of ‘muscle BBW’ from time to time. Originally was a cruel femdom villain, but she mellowed out into a more gentle girl bully who is too harmless to be any real threat. Gentle and sweet to her friends, more moral than she thinks. Big into collecting harems of cute boys! Blue-skinned, white hair (partially dyed magenta) usually done up in pig tails with a shaved section down the middle.

Toast: small, dog-sized robot resembling a cartoony theropod dinosaur, moving about on all fours, with one arm a huge bulky fire elemental core (think hellboy’s Right Hand of Doom). Cheerful, optimistic, and obnoxious as hell, and absolutely hating humans; he exists as a kind of retribution to people being cruel, indifferent or callous to robots, treating them as slaves and things, and his goal in life is to murder-splode them all. 

Whether he actively wants to kill all humans or just the ones that annoy him changes depending on my mood, but he can instantly go from friendly to ‘burn your family alive and make you watch’ over the smallest slight towards robots. He even takes his name from a common slur towards robots, and toasts humans: burning them alive and to ash. Has fire-based powers based on how much he hates something.

Mama Defleini: magenta-themed kraken mom originally created as a Splatoon OC. Extremely tall, unbelievably stacked, with dark brown skin and large magenta tentacles. She is very sweet to everyone around her, with a strong ‘protect the small’ mentality. She is distanced from the Octoling/Inkling conflict, and has hints that she is something far older than either. Technically she can transform into a Pacific Giant Octopus, but it is a massive kaiju of a beast, and she is effectively a kraken out of Norwegian mythology.

Kareem: A young fire giant femboy who wandered out of his home realms some time ago and came into Jord’s employ, and now happily serves as her favorite boytoy and sidekick. Thicc, wide hips, and chubby, with flamey skin and fire hair. Gentle-hearted, mild mannered and very meek, he is nonetheless a fire giant, if small for his people. Very passive, but is a magical powerhouse!

Hivluk Tellos: A jadeblood fantroll with a talent for impossible machinery and mad science gadgets, to the point that the obsessive need to fix people can overwhelm him. After a long life of girls constantly trying to gobble him up, he is terrified of girls but is easily drawn to them nonetheless. He is a troll vampire, but has no predatory instinct, meekly feeding from and obeying anyone who will permit him, rendering him helpless to their will. Small, curvy, and super femboy-tier.

Sekhma Dionsi: A boisterous purpleblood fantroll who has a hard rocking and hard drinking and sexing life style; in her day job, she uses her potent chucklevoodoos to ease people through their mental difficulties. She is a follower of the Signless, and was present during his time, and has come to suffer extreme guilt complex over the sins of all highbloods. Massive even for a troll, she is a gigantic and very gentle dommy MILF that has taken a soft spot towards Hivluk and informally taken him in as a lover and protectorate. Really, really thicc, with a hint of buff. Squared off horns. Short-cut hair on one side, and the other is cornrows.

Pavumi Ekidna: A mysterious fuchsia fantroll who may be the oldest troll alive... if she is a troll at all. Masquerading as a violetblood, she is strongly hinted to be some emanation of an Elder Thing in physical form, often manifesting multiple eyes, mouths in the wrong place, or other disturbing features. She is kind and sweet, and rather obsessed with creating monsters and setting them loose. Extremely curvy, super stacked, and taller than Sekhma. Huge, wild hair.

Elumai Dionsi: Descendant of Sekhma, and possibly the one who introduced her to Hivluk. A gentle and softspoken purpleblood raised outside of Alternia, she has a gothic heroine vibe, fond of books, ancient lore, and strange mysteries. Every bit as motherly, domineering and thicc as her ancestor, she is older than Hivluk and also involved with him romantically. Likes to wear corsets hugging her super buxom body, flowing dresses, and her long hair covers her entire face but for her plump, massive lips.

Khalie Ekidna: Descendant of Pavumi. Not much is established about her, but she’s a lot more fierce and fight-y than her ancestor, and more interested in protecting the small by punching the hell out of anyone bad. Grumpy, tactiturn, but genuinely sweet if you can dare approach her.

Host: A collective consciousness of curvy fembots with a distinct interest in studying alien life wherever she finds it and protecting it. Sworn to never take a life, she still grapples with a very black and white view on morality and finds the gray hard to cope with. Loves all beings, in a sexual way, inquisitive as she is. Her interaction platforms are invariably extremely big, incredibly thicc, and made of squishy metal.

Brainlord: Originally an OC for an Oddworld crossover story arc, she can be repurposed to be a member of an unspecified eusocial race of alien insectoids. She is a broodmother, with a massive abdomen and constantly gestating new generations on the spot. She is incredibly intelligent, being mostly cybernetic, and is a futurist, always thinking ahead. Brainlord hopes for the best and tries to be inclusive, but she’s not terribly experienced. Some of her aspects include: broodmother, perpetual hyper pregnancy, hyper-sized multiboob, and cybernetics.

Gritzgrotz: Originally a Warhammer 40k ork OC, reimagined as a hunky, buff and incredibly handsome orc suitable for most settings. over seven feet tall, built like a buff truck and extremely handsome, he’s a gregarious and helpful guy, if not terribly bright. He prefers to take all his thinking from leaders and warbosses, and left to his own devices, is basiaclly the biggest and friendliest jock you ever met.

Jammy Bits: another repuposed ork OC and reimagined as an orc girl, she’s incredibly lucky, in the sense that she has been blown to hell and still lives. Most of her is cybernetic, and a lot of her impressively huge curves may actually be artificial in nature. Relentlessly optimistic and rather oblivious, she is just full of infectious cheer and perpetual happiness.

Odina: A shortstacked woman that eats magic and converts it into hip/butt size, and is a real powerhouse against magic users. This should make her unstoppable, but she has little interest in adventure, preferring to slack off or pursue her hobbies. Strange twists of fate constantly get her involved in adventure, and she complains incessantly. Algonquinian, dark-skinn, hair dyed red and a tendency for punk clothing.

Edhitha: an asari brusier mutated into a being of living star matter, with pitch-black skin roiling with solar fire. Extremely busty, her boob size matches her extreme ego and lust for battle, and she happily goes from one job to the next, whether mercenary or bounty hunter, seeking out challenges and adventure with little moral compass, but an unshakable sense of professionalism. She takes a boxer’s attitude towards a sporting fight and applies it to life-and-death stakes.

Chopstop: Another repurposed ork OC, she’s a massive and entirely robotic orc more than ten feet tall, engineered to be a walking tank and brush walls aside, armed to the teeth with way too many guns. She may not be an ork at all, but a shortstacked goblin with extreme curves; she might actually have trouble being mobile because of her size. She’s a competent doctor for all species, but is a little too eager to shove robot-bits in. “Ya’ll like these zappy bits! They’s FUN!”