#i guess we should come up with our own word for it. hmm...

[the-flowerpatch]

many thoughts, many thoughts…

[karush1fa]

🔞 | Flipping Pages

Warnings: NSFW. Smut without plot. F/M. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Dirty talk. Voice kink. Praise kink. Pet names. Aftercare.

AO3:

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"The books you have are quite interesting, sweetheart. Want me to read a line for you?" He said, as you just walked in his room.

"Although it seems innocent outside, the contents are indeed the opposite. I guess this is what they say about don't judge the book by its cover."

You were frozen when you realized it was your favourite book you've purchased a few days ago. It was very explicit, and the only thing on your mind right now is to get out.

He smirks as he notices your right foot subtle sliding, trying to hide that you're about to escape.

"Come here. Sit beside me."

You were about to protest, but he stops you by pressing his index finger to his lips, signalling you. "Shh. No questions, just come over here."

Defeated, you walk towards him. You can feel his eyes staring at you while you sit down.

"Good. Let's read this book of yours."

You look at him flustered and surprised. There's absolutely no way you will read that book with him. Especially since you know it contains very detailed and explicit scenes. You wanted to snatch it away.

"You do know you can't escape me. Besides, why are you even running away, sweetie? We're just going to read." He said with those teasing tones of his that you find annoyingly attractive.

The anticipation of what chapter, what line he will read is slowly lingering inside you. You were getting flustered while you watched him flip the pages. He hasn't even started, and yet here you are; getting all worked up, nervous, and excited.

With his eyebrow lifted, he looks at you. Noticing your state, he chuckles.

"Why are you so nervous? This isn't an exam you need to pass in order to graduate."

He finally stopped, and you were so sure you saw him slightly smirking. "What is he smiling about?" You thought.

Just as you were about to say something, he read a line from the book that you know which part is it.

"Hearing her whispered response, he leaned in closer to her, his breath warm against her ear. He gently nibbled on her earlobe, just to tease her more."

"He chuckled again, enjoying the sound of her gasp. He loved the way she said his name, and he couldn't help but want to hear it again. He continued to nibble on her earlobe, his lips moving down to her neck."

You were getting flustered, and before he could continue, you covered his mouth. He chuckles against your palm, and you feel the vibrations from it, making you even more flustered.

"Sweetie." He mumbled against your palm as he gently grabbed your wrist, slightly removing it from his mouth.

"We haven't even reached the good part yet. Hmm, how about you read it for me?"

Your eyes widen, "No. There is no way I would read that for you." You said, all red as a tomato.

He laughs, "Come on, kitten, it'll be fun. If you do it, you'll get a reward after."

Raising your eyebrow, you ask, "And, what is this reward?" You were interested from his negotiation.

"I will do anything you want me to do. It's a win-win situation, right?"

You stared at his eyes for a moment, and then you heard him laughing.

"Are you checking if I'm sincere? You know I don't go back against my word." He said as he looked back at you.

With no hesitation, you agreed, and right now, you finally had your book back. The difference is that you can't escape. Why? He places both of your legs on his lap, making you unable to stand up and run away. You sigh. He knows you'll still try to get away.

"Should I just continue what you were reading last time then?"

He looks at you with those mischievous smiles. "Yes, sweetie. We wouldn't know what comes next if you skip some parts, no?"

"Of course, he would say that." You thought. Tracing your fingers through the words, you search for that line where he stopped. Unconsciously biting your lip as you saw what was written next.

"He chuckled again, his lips still on her neck. He moved his hands to her hips, holding her tightly against him. He nipped at her neck gently as his teeth grazing her skin."

You felt him placing his right hand on your thigh, his thumb slightly caressing it. Clearing your throat, you continue reading.

"He pulled back slightly, his lips leaving her neck. He smirked at the hitch in her breath, loving the effect he was having on her. Hearing her adorable sounds, and the way she say his name like that—he just can't resist teasing her. He leaned in closer again, his lips hovering just above her ear."

"He moved his lips down to her shoulder, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Hearing the soft gasp that escaped her lips, he smirked against her skin. He continued to kiss and nibble on her shoulder, his hands still on her hips, holding her firmly in place. His voice was low and husky, turning her on even more."

"Am I going to read the whole book?" You decided to asked. Reading this book always gets you hot and bothered, and you reading it while he was here isn't helping at all. It's pure torture.

He looks at you, examining your face.

"Earth to Sylus." You said, waving your hand in front of him.

"Continue reading. I'll let you know when you'll stop." He said.

Sighing. "He's unbelievable," you thought. The next scenes will be more intense than this, and for the love of god, you don't want to read that out loud while he's here.

"He noticed her shiver as he tugged at her shirt, and he took it as a sign to continue. He pulled her shirt up further, exposing more of her shoulder and neck. His lips trailed down to her collarbone, planting soft kisses along the way."

After reading those lines, you decided to take a peek to see what's he's doing, but to your surprise, he was looking at you.

"Do you want something?" He asked. His voice was low.

"Nothing." You quickly answered. You averted your eyes back to the pages of the book, but before you know it, he moved his hands up to your chin, gently tilting your head up so you were looking directly at him.

"What's next?" He asks in a whisper, looking right into you.

"I, uh.."

Your eyes glance at the book, landing onto the next lines you're about to read.

"He's caressing her cheek, tracing her jawline to her lips.."

You flinched when he did the exact same thing the book said. You tried to compose yourself to continue reading.

"He watched as his fingers traced her bottom lip—"

Your breath hitch, and you looked at him as he did the same thing again.

"What are you.." Your voice soft and low.

"Continue." He whispered. You swallowed.

"His touch gentle yet firm. He leaned in even closer, his face only a few inches away from hers."

"Sylus.." You called. He was much closer right now.

"Don't stop. Keep reading." A mix of command and pleading was in his voice. It sounded madly attractive and you can't help not to oblige.

"His thumb brushing against her lip. He was looking at her lips with a mixture of desire and fascination."

You look at him when he did those lines to your lips. He stared right back at you.

"What's next? Tell me."

Without looking at the book, you answered.

"As far as I remember, she slightly opened her mouth."

"Could you do that for me?"

And you did. His thumb slowly slid inside your mouth, resting on your tongue, making you softly moan. The sound went straight to his groin, and he couldn't help but imagine how good your mouth would feel wrapped around something else.

"That was adorable, sweetie. I want to hear from you more." He whispered. His thumb still moves slowly in your mouth, rubbing against your tongue.

You look at him with half-lidded eyes, and he looks back at you. His gaze was intense and filled with desire.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

"Sy.." You managed to speak yet he let out a low growl at hearing his name with your voice combined with the feeling of your tongue on his thumb.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, a concern tone in his voice.

You gently grabbed his fingers away from your mouth.

"We haven't finished reading the chapter yet."

He softly chuckles. He tugs a hair strand to your ear and places his palm on your right cheek.

"How about.. I will do exactly what you're reading. Is that okay for you?" His voice was gentle.

You smiled. He's always like this; prioritising your comfort. He would ask your consent in every single thing, and you can't help not to fall in love over and over again. He has a heart that is 10 times bigger than his whole physique.

"It's always a yes when it's from you." You answered, placing your hand above his hand.

You saw him smile.

Though, that turned into a smirk. He leaned closer to your ear.

"Let's get started, shall we?" He whispered and gently lifted up your legs away from his lap. You were now sitting properly. His left arm resting on your shoulders.

You nodded and swallowed hard as you started reading.

"He slowly moved his hand up her thigh, spreading her legs. His fingers were tracing along the edges of her shorts, making its way inside."

Your breath hitched as he followed what the book says, as if it was guiding him.

He smirked when he saw how tightly you were gripping the book.

"You'll rip the book if you're holding like that. Wouldn't want that sweetie."

You glared when you heard him chuckling.

"Shut up and let me read." Trying to compose yourself as you glance to the next lines. Taking a deep breath.

"His fingers grazing the edge of her panties.."

You flinched again as Sylus leaned closer to your left ear.

"What did she say after? Read it and do it for me."

Without hesitating, you answered.

"I-I'll spread more for you." As the book says, you spread your legs more.

Sylus glanced at the next lines and read the dialogue loudly.

"Oh, you will? Will you? You're going to do whatever I want, aren't you?"

"Yes, I will do anything." You whispered. Staring at the book in a daze, you didn't even react when Sylus started reading.

"He smirked, loving the way she was so willing to do anything for him. He moved his hand higher, his fingers gently tracing the edge of her panties again."

"Anything, huh? You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you? You'll let me do whatever I want to you?"

"Yes.." You whimpered. Sylus smirked.

"Can you still read, sweetie?"

A soft hummed was only your response.

"He chuckled, loving the way she whimpered. He could tell she was getting lost in the sensations, and he wanted to see her completely lost in them."

"Good girl. You're being such a good girl for me. So obedient."

Sylus whispered those lines right into your ear. As his fingers now gently brushing against your clothed clit, teasing you. He groaned as he heard you moan, his fingers continuing to rub against your clit through your panties. He could feel how wet you are.

"We barely even halfway the chapter, and yet you're dripping wet already. Did our book session turn you on so badly? Hm?"

You were about to close the book when he stopped you, removing his hands inside your PJs.

"No, no, not yet, kitten. We still haven't finished this chapter. Hold the book, and let's continue reading."

You obediently followed him and held the book to start reading again.

A soft moan escape from you as he slipped his hands inside your PJs once again.

"He loved the way she was begging for him for more. He slowly moved his fingers under her panties, his fingers gently sliding over her bare skin."

Sylus, read the next few lines, making your breathing hitched.

"You want more, huh? Do you want me to touch you properly?

"Yes."

"He grinned, loving the fact that she was so desperate for him. He slowly moved his fingers lower, sliding through her folds and dipping into her entrance."

You moan after he reads those lines. Throwing your head back, you felt his arms around your shoulders.

"You're so wet, baby. You're soaking."

Sylus whispered those lines. He continued reading for you.

"He watched her as she threw her head back, enjoying the way her body reacted to his touch. He pushed his fingers deeper into her, curling them slightly as he did."

"You're so responsive. I love it. I love how much you want me."

"Sylus." You moaned.

His hands from your shoukders reached out and gently grabbed your chin, making you face the book.

"Read the next line for me, sweetie."

Half-lidded eyes, you tried to read it.

"He increased the pace of his fingers, pumping them in and out of her, his thumb circling her cli—Ah!" You let out a loud moan, dropping the book. You didn't even manage to finish the line.

"I could listen to you all day." Sylus whispered.

"There, like that. Don't stop."

Sylus smirked, loving how vocal you were getting. He knew exactly where to touch you to drive you wild.

"Like this? Do you like it when I touch you here? Right here?" He said, continuing to hit that same spot over and over again.

Your moans were getting louder. Head throwing back, feeling his fingers deep inside of you as he fingerfuck your g-spot.

Grabbing his forearms as you bite your lip. You were a whimpered, moaning yet beautiful mess—that's what Sylus thought about while watching your expressions.

He loved the way you were getting more and more incoherent. He loved seeing you like this, completely lost in pleasure because of him.

"That's it, baby. Keep making those sounds for me. I want to hear from you." His voice rough with desire.

You cursed under your breath. It was nothing new when it came to endearments. You're used to it, but it's always different when he calls you other pet names other than 'kitten' and 'sweetie'. Especially when doing such activities with him.

"I.. want more. Talk to me.." You pleaded.

He chuckled again, loving how you were demanding more. He loved how needy you were for him.

"More? You want me to talk to you? What do you want me to say, baby?"

You look at him before answering.

"The things you want to do to me. Tell me.."

He smirked, loving how you were becoming more direct. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Oh, you want me to tell you what I want to do to you? I'll tell you everything. I want to taste you. I want to make you come with just my mouth. I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want to hear you scream my name as you come for me."

"Ahh...hah... I love your voice.." You said, moaning in between.

He smiled, loving the way you were reacting to his words. He loved knowing that he was affecting you so much.

"You like the sound of my voice? You like hearing me talk to you like this? You like it when I tell you how badly I want you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes." You whimpered.

He chuckled again, loving how easy it was to make you moan. He always loved how responsive you were to him.

"You're so beautiful like this. You're all flushed and needy, and it's all because of me."

His fingers are still working inside you, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace.

"I want your tongue."

Sylus smirks. You were always so direct, and he loved that part of you. He moved his head down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

"Oh, do you, now? You want my tongue? I can give you my tongue, baby. I can give you everything you want."

He moved his lips to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'll give you anything you want. I'll give you everything. Just ask for it and I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything you need, everything you desire. Just tell me what it is."

"Your tongue. Eat me out. Please."

He groaned, feeling his own desire growing even more at your words. He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a hungry look in his eyes.

Kneeling down the sofa. He moved in front of your legs.

"Lift up your hips for me."

You obliged. He pulls down your PJs along with your underwear. He positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs, drunkly looking at how wet you were.

"I can't wait to taste you." He whispered, leaning closer as you felt his hot breath down there. He hummed before burying his face between your legs, his tongue immediately going to work on you, licking and sucking and exploring every inch of you.

"Mm!" Your hands went straight in gripping his hair.

He moaned against you, loving the way you gripped his hair. He loved how responsive you were to his touch. He continued to eat you out, his tongue moving faster and harder as he sucked and licked at your clit.

"Mmm, you taste so good, baby. You taste so good on my tongue."

He increased the pressure of his tongue, his hands moving to grip your hips, holding you in place as he continued to devour you. He could feel you getting closer and closer to the edge, and he wanted to push you over it.

"You're so close, aren't you? You're almost there. Just a little bit more. Let go for me, doll."

You moan as you hear him calling you with that pet name. You were now rocking your hips towards his tongue. As he watches you moving your hips with him against his tongue. He could feel you getting even more desperate, and he knew you were almost there.

"That's it, baby. Keep moving like that. Keep rocking your hips against my tongue. You're so close, I can feel it. You're so close to coming for me."

"Sylus.. I'm..."

"Let me catch you." His hands snaking towards your clothed perked nipples, pinching them as he continued to tonguefuck you deeper.

"Coming! I'm.. coming!" You screamed.

He grinned against your cunt as he heard you screamed, loving the way you let go completely. He continued to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue moving faster and harder as he brought you to your peak.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come for me right now."

He watched as you came, his eyes never leaving your face. He loved the way you looked when you came, the way your body trembled, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He continued to lick and suck at you, riding out your orgasm until you were completely spent.

"Good girl. That's it. You're so beautiful, my beloved."

You were breathing heavily. Chest rising up and down as you felt yourself calming down.

He slowly pulled away from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Looking up at you, he smiled while caressing your thighs with his thumb.

"You're so beautiful when you're all blissed out like that. Rosy cheeks, messy hair, panting mess. My ethereal."

You pushed yourself to bend over to kiss him. He was surprised for a moment but quickly melted into the kiss, kissing you back just as passionately. You could taste yourself on his lips.

He pulled away, resting his forehead from yours.

"Can you walk?" He teased and you giggled.

"What do you think?"

"Well, I think you can. You're strong, brave, and even capable of working despite your backlogs. You can wash up by yourself."

You frowned. Looking at him in disbelief.

"Are you going to just—"

He cuts you off by laughing. That laugh. It was your favourite laugh of him—A laugh that you can describe between teasing you and purely out of happiness. He's happy with you.

He kisses the top of your head.

"I will always take care of you for the rest of my life, my beloved."

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || next // previously ||

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> smut, oral / receiving, words -> 1.8K

abstract -> “that white tiger has chosen you as a mate.”

seonghwa’s perspective

“What has he been saying to push your heat early?” Hongjoong asked me and I sighed. “Don’t wanna say” I muttered, making him laugh. His fever has already passed a week ago… now Yeosang has been endlessly teasing me, especially after seeing the endless hickies Hongjoong left. 

Undoubtedly the three were annoyed with the marks but they wouldn’t say anything to Hongjoong. Putting everything behind us, they respected him as the one of the oldest and even acted like the oldest. While me and Yeosang kept on butting heads… just not as mean as before but the teasing about my heat isn’t leading anywhere good. 

“You should tell her your heat is coming up, see what ends up happening” he suggested while he was writing in that notebook. He wasn’t any more innocent… he still smelled like her even after it being a week. The two still had hickies and he had scratches from only what I saw. 

I couldn’t stop imagining just where this bastard was able to touch…

“If you’re going to get horny by your own thoughts then do it outside our room,” he said and I scoffed. Rooming with Hongjoong was… definitely an experience. However, the other three had their own rooms… even though Wooyoung was currently in the process of moving into San’s room for memory help. 

While Yeosang stayed by himself still… I wonder if I asked her to have my own room if she’d let me. 

“This is not my fault” Yeosang corrected and I scoffed. “It’s not my fault you get so horny from words, I swear you're even more desperate than Wooyoung '' he said while scrolling on his tablet not even looking at me. 

“Besides I bet you couldn’t even do anything right,” he said and I growled. “You do know I'm not a virgin right?” I corrected and he laughed. “Having sex with humans is different from hybrids. Hybrids cum faster, humans are a little harder” he said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Besides, you'd need to be careful with her,” he muttered. “That’s just you, especially with being a canine,” I said while looking in the fridge. “Just say you're small” he grinned and I started to get annoyed. 

“Besides… I'm honestly surprised just how marked up Hongjoong left her” he said and I agreed. I knew he’s always been possessive of things he owns but… he’s never done that with his heat partners. 

“Then again I guess tigers are possessive. Too bad for you” he said and I guess he was right… “Yeosang!” I heard as I saw Wooyoung whine. “What?” he asked and scoffed. “y/nnie is setting up doctor’s appointments…” he said and I shuddered. 

“Already?” he asked and the fox nodded. “It’s been almost a year for San and me, while the tigers need a check-up and apparently so do you,” he said…

How was I supposed to hide my heat from the doctors?

“I hate this place” San muttered and I agreed. We were all seated in the waiting room with other hybrids and their owners. “You’ve got attention,” Hongjooong said and I noticed some of the female hybrids eyeing me up… it's the pre-heat smell, isn’t it?

Yeosang just laughed and I smacked his head. “You really want to fight here?” he threatened and I heard y/n sigh. We both just click out tongues and sink into our seats. 

“Okay, Seonghwa?” I heard the doctor call and y/n stood up. “Yeosang, Hongjoong you’re in charge,” she said as she smiled next to me trying to comfort me. 

The check up seemed extremely slow as they took my weight, height, temperature, etc. “You’re running a little hot” the nurse mentioned. y/n seemed confused… I didn’t want to tell her my heart was being pushed early. 

“Have you had your heat yet?” the nurse asked and I shook my head. “Hmm, we’ll do a check up for that otherwise Dr. Kim will come here shortly” she said and we nod. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she now stood up in front of me feeling my forehead. 

My thoughts were running wild while I looked up at her… “Perfectly fine” I answered just… needy. “Is your heat coming early?” she muttered and I shrugged. 

“Miss y/n, Dr. Kim would like to speak to you”

I was escorted back now that y/n was talking to the doctor. “Did they find you out?” Yeosang said and I scoffed. “Where's the rest?” I asked and he explained that they were taken already for checkups. “You'd have to take the suppressants” he taunted and I had to refrain from hitting him in public. 

“Yeosang… shut up,” I said while gritting my teeth and he laughed. “Besides, I doubt you could get her through your heat,” he said and I was confused. “What was that supposed to mean?!” I said and he chuckled.

“I doubt you could even make her cum to begin with,” he said and I sighed. Just when I thought his attitude couldn’t get worse. “You know what, I bet I could do better than you” I challenged and he looked at me with an unreadable expression. 

“You know, not even Wooyoung and San have found what makes her completely putty in your arms, what makes you think you can?” he taunted. 

“What’s your problem?” I said and he shrugged. “Don’t you ever get the feeling that we're too similar?” he asked and I sighed but nodded. “A little too much sometimes,” I said and he scoffed. 

“How about a bet?” he asked and I waited for him to continue. “If you can make her cum so many times she either taps out or passes out then I'll share her with you” he offered and I felt my eyes widen. 

“What?” I asked and he scoffed. “She’ll never approach you first, I’ll talk to her about helping your heart if… and only if she wants to. Besides, make her uncomfortable or hurt her, and I'll kill you” he threatened and I nodded. Not like I would hurt her.

“But if she does disagree… masturbation is always an option, hyung~”

y/n’s perspective

“What do you mean I should help Seonghwa with his heat?” I asked Yeosang as San and Wooyoung looked grumpy as always. “He’s getting worse, and his constant whining and even his scent are getting annoying besides... He also doesn't want to go to a hybrid hotel since he is compliant about diseases and dirt” he said and I sighed.

“But I don't want to betray you,” I said, feeling like I would be cheating on them. “We love you y/n… but honestly Seonghwa and even Hongjoong are wedging themselves into our relationship like how I did,” he said and I sighed.

“You like them…” he said and I looked down.

“There's no shame in that… we’ll get along with them. We already do… but that white tiger has chosen you as a mate.” Yeosang reassured me. He already chose me as a mate?

“But if you feel uncomfortable then you don't have to agree. You’re more important” Yeosang reassured me and I nodded.

“I'll help him” I agreed and he kissed me before I went off to Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s room. I let Yeosang have my bed for the amount of time Seonghwa’s heat lasts…

“Seonghwa?” I said and he opened the door. 

“y/n?” he said and I smiled. “Yeosang said you were in heat,” I said and he covered his face with the door. “I don't want a suppressant or a hybrid hotel… and you don't need to force yourself to help me, '' he said and I smiled.

“I’ll help you, Hwa,” I said and I even saw his eyes dilate.

“Are you sure?” he asked and I nodded. “Can I kiss you?” he asked and I nodded as he smashed his lips on mine. He was desperate and even forced his tongue through my lips… 

I was also lifted up but Seonghwa did not stop kissing me until he finally let me breathe and immediately went from my neck. 

“Hwa '' I whined as he sucked at my neck and continued marking me until I felt the soft bed on my back. “This is Hongjoong’s be– mmphm” he kissed me again as I tugged at his shirt.

He took it off and now started unbuttoning my pajamas and took off my pants. “So pretty… you’re so perfect,” 

no one’s perspective

“Can I?” he asked as he wanted to take off your panties already hooking his fingers around them. You nod, giving him silent permission when he took them off and went straight for my pussy. 

Everything was so overwhelming… and out of all hybrids he was determined to make you cum the fastest just on foreplay in his mind competing with the Doberman. 

“Hwa!” you moaned as you felt your orgasm hit. It looked like a cat lapping up milk… he wouldn't stop and continued to rub your clit and lick and nip at your pussy until you felt me close again. 

“Seonghwa!” you yelled and he moaned as you gripped his hair and ears. His moans cause you to feel vibrations making you cum again. Now adding a finger into you he continued to do a hither movement until he could add another finger that's when his true intention came to play. 

Your moans got louder as you came… your thighs trying to close around his hand when he didn’t stop. “Cum again, please” he begged as he kissed your clit “Hwa… I need… a break” I said and he chuckled.

“One more time, princess,” he said as he now rubbed my clit and g-spot. I only felt this familiar feeling with the Doberman hybrid.

He was proud to get that reaction out of you. He now licked his fingers clean while you tried your best to catch your breath. You suddenly however feel his tongue clean your thighs up before going in again and cleaning your pussy.

“Let's get this off,” he said as he took your bra off and started playing with your boobs. Your moans were evidence that everything felt like too much. That you could even feel how hot his hands were due to his heat, his tail wrapping around your thigh, his body heat was overwhelming.

However, tigers while in heat are very vocal and possessive, not to mention competitive. You wondered if a certain doberman or even his tiger companion played a part in this behavior from your most behaved hybrid. 

“Ready, princess?” he asked as he lined himself up, giving him the permission he slowly adjusted… out of the four hybrids he was the biggest causing a whine at the slight burn in which he just kissed your face saying sweet praises to help distract the burning sensation of the stretch…

Slowly moving and squirming, wanting him to continue cause him to chuckle… “Don’t be impatient, princess~” he said as he pushed down on your stomach where he was making you moan and squirm. 

“I’m gonna make you cum but be patient… I’ll fuck you until you only remember me, not your other lovers”

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[ynsvnte]

Both of Worlds — Sim Jaeyun

pairing: enemy!jake x fem!reader — genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, first date, Drabble synopsis: going on a date with your “enemy” caused your growing feelings to grow stronger.

word count: 937

warnings: kissing, pet names

Masterlist

You stared at yourself in the mirror.. hoping your outfit was okay for today.

“This should be alright..” you told yourself. Today you were going on a date.. with someone who was once your “enemy”. If you told yourself this 7 months ago you’d rather jump off a bridge. Guess feelings can change quickly. You mentally prepare yourself before grabbing your bag and leaving your apartment.

You walk to the street he wanted to meet. Your heart beats quicken at the sight of him waiting for you. He looked so good you wanted to melt. You stop at your tracks admiring him. You slowly start walking to him.

“Hey..” you say while smiling. He turns to face you. Bored expressions quickly change to one of excitement.

“Hey there sweetheart…I missed you.” he said before grabbing one hand and placing a kiss on it. You don’t know how you haven’t passed out yet “it’s only been three days..”

“I know..” he replied while smirking. “So why did you want us to meet here?” You asked him. “Secret..” he grabbed one hand and interlocked your fingers with one another. Walking hand in hand with your “enemy” butterflies dancing around in your stomach.

Minutes of walking you both finally take a stop.. a bookstore.. “What are we doing here?” You turn your face to him. “I remember you like reading, hmm?” You nodded your head. This man.. “yeah..?”

“Best bookstore in town..” how come you never knew of this place.. “how I swear I know everyone in the city..” you say in confusion. “This one opened more recently. It's owned by a coworker's cousin.” Stepping inside was a different world. It was beautiful. A happy place.. you could stay here forever. “C’mon let’s look for your favorite book” Jake says smiling at you. You stood by a shelf.. before following him. Eyes scanning through shelves, you two were the only ones in there.. quiet, and peaceful.

The book caught your attention. There seemed to be only 3 copies of it here. From the corner of your eyes you see Jake smiling.. not putting much thought to it. You pick one copy up and flip through the pages.. a slip of paper falls to the ground. You bend down to pick it up.. “.. Italian restaurant? B4 S3 18” you giggle a bit. Noticing how it was your favorite kind of food. “B4 S3 18?” You repeat to yourself.. Jake stands next to you..

“Scavenger hunt.. need help?” He asks you.. you look up and notice numbers on the shelves and how each book was label 12,13, 14.. “I think I’m good..” you swiftly exit the aisle and start looking for aisle B4. Making your way toward the entrance. You find it and walk into the aisle you try to find shelf 3 it should be at the top.. you look up and see 3.. “cookbooks? I am getting closer?..” you thought to yourself. You start skimming the numbers until 18.. you stare at it, you reach for it and pull it out. Oh!

Right in front of you is an Italian cookbook. You smile before opening it and a paper there. “Will you go out with me?” It read.. you turn to Jake. “We’re already on the date” you say. “Need a better way to ask you and our next spot..” Jake pulls you away. He walks up to the cashier, she pulls out a bag that seemed to be full of books.. “wait..?”

“Bought them for you. Now let’s go eat..” You didn’t know if it was possible but you wanted this man even more now, as your heart fluttered at his action. You both start walking. Jake telling you about the current restaurant you’re heading to. Upon arrival, he opens the door for you letting you in first.

You immediately sat at a table. “How did you manage to do that little scavenger hunt?” You stared at him. He looks so beautiful. It was becoming one of your favorite sights. “A little bit of a hassle.” He says while scratching the back of his neck. You let out a small laugh. You were interpreted by a waiter coming to take your orders.

After your date, Jake offers to walk you back to your place. Which you agree. Enjoying the walk back home after your date. You never knew how you hated him. Seeing this side of him. Made you happy. You stop in front of your door. “So how was the date out of 10” you pretend to think. “Hmm.. 7.5 but for the free books a 8” you say.

“And what can I do to make it a 10?” Your eyes widened, not expecting that response.. “umm..” you just stood there. Jake stepped closer to you looking down at you.. “I said what can I do to make it a 10?” He brings one hand up to your bottom lip, grazing it before kissing you softly. You melt in his arms. Enjoying the security he brings to you. He pulls away.. “What about now?” He smirks. “9.5..” Jake groaned. “You’re teasing me..”

“And you’re complaining..” you said while smiling at him. “I’m not..sweetheart..” this time he pulls you from another kiss but more rough.. as he opens your mouth and lets his tongue in.

You gasp at his action. Your whole body heating up. You pull away, but Jake kisses your forehead before resting his againsts yours. Nose touching one another’s. “Now is it a 10?” You were speechless from the kiss. Your eyes looking right at him. You nodded your head slowly.. “yes..”

Author’s note: hi hi I’m back(ish) I keep saying that but umm new post!! Promise I will update my smau soon just stayed up to write this after reading my book and got inspired by it UGHH!! (Twisted Hate by Ana Huang) I wrote this in like 30-ish minutes sooo

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get fucked

pairing: toji x fem!reader x sukuna word count: 4.1k synopsis: toji & sukuna fuck the living daylights out of you... themes/warnings: pwp, smut, MDNI, threesome, piv, degradation, praise, double penetration, oral, fingering...this is pretty explicit. they're both huge... i feel like they're both kind of ooc.

“Miss us?” Toji sneered as he stepped out in front of you, intersecting your path.

“Can’t say I did, Fushiguro,” you smiled sarcastically at him. The dark-haired male towered over you, lips turning down at the corners.

“That’s too bad,” his partner in crime, Sukuna, chuckled as he appeared behind you.

“What do you want?” you sighed.

These two had been bothering you for a couple of weeks now. They were your local, neighborhood delinquents who liked to frequent the restaurant that you worked at. You knew they were in some shady line of work, but had decided to just mind your own business. Aside from some crass flirting and lingering touches at work, they’d never done much to bother you. Today, though, following you on your way home was now escalating to a level that had you concerned.

“Can’t we just pay a visit to our favorite girl?” Toji’s lips curled up at the corners as he raked his eyes over you.

“Favorite girl my ass,” you rolled your eyes and laughed. “Come on,” you glanced at Sukuna, who had crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“What’s with the reaction?” Sukuna cocked his head at you, hiding his surprise.

“At best, I’ll be the next target of your bullying,” you rolled your eyes at the pair of delinquents, “At worst, I’m your plaything of choice for the next month or so. I have interest in neither, so I suggest you consider someone else.”

It should be easy enough. Though their personalities were more or less garbage, they were good looking and well built.

“You’re a smart one,” Sukuna chuckled, advancing on you, “You must be able to guess, though, that part of your appeal is the fight,” he reasoned, sarcastic words curling around your ear. Toji approached from the other direction until you were sandwiched between their chests.

“Tell us, pretty girl,” Toji chuckled, chest vibrating against yours, “Tell us you know that.”

Your breaths were choppy as they both pressed against you, overwhelming you with their size.

“I-,” you panted, chest tightening as they jostled you, hoping to get a rise out of you.

You placed your hands against Toji’s chest and pushed, trying to put some distance between you. It did not work.

“Wha-?!” you blinked in surprise when Toji lifted you up so that your feet were off the ground and pressed back into you, suspending you mid air against Sukuna. They both snickered as you realized your predicament.

“Why me?” you tried to ask, but your voice caught and trailed into a small moan as Toji’s leg slotted itself between your thighs, pressing against your core.

“Hmm,” his eyebrows rose with delight at the sound.

“There it is,” Sukuna snickered as his lips brushed against your neck.

You shuddered as he nibbled his way up the curve of your neck. Your hands shot out and gripped Toji’s biceps when Sukuna nipped sharply at your earlobe. Toji and Sukuna’s eyes met and a dangerous spark passed between them before Sukuna’s hands closed around your waist. To your surprise, they both stepped away and Sukuna placed you back on the ground before they vanished as suddenly as they had appeared.

“What the fuck?” you huffed, straightening yourself out.

…

You groaned and laid your forehead on the desk. You'd been working on holiday scheduling for the next three weeks and after cataloging all of the vacations everyone had submitted for, your brain was fried. You turned to pack up your things and head home and you’d been so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice people had entered your room until you turned back to face the door. 

“Look what we found, Toji,” Sukuna grinned down at you.

“Look what we found indeed,” Toji smiled, cocky.

“What do you want?” you asked, body tensing at the sight of them and the memory of last time.

“More like…who do we want,” Toji smiled. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes promised something dark.

“Again…why me?” you asked, putting up a brave front, but you could already feel yourself responding to their presence. Recollections of the way they had overpowered you so easily had graced your dreams, day and night, a few times already.

“Something about you,” Sukuna considered you for a moment, “I want to see it break.”

Your eyebrows raised and despite your rational mind, you clenched at his words.

“I or we?” you couldn’t help but tease, “You guys really can’t do anything yourselves, huh? Always a package deal.”

Sukuna’s eyes flashed at you and you almost took a step back. His eyes were sharp and a strand of hair hung in front of them. You swallowed nervously…

“Have you been thinking about us, pretty girl?” Toji purred while Sukuna locked the room’s door. “You seem less difficult today.”

“Why would I be?” you asked politely, “Thinking about you, that is.”

“Because of the way you were panting, holding back your moans the last time we saw you,” Toji leaned down to whisper in your ear. His lips brushed against the shell and your mouth fell open with surprise. “Like a bitch in heat,” he laughed, condescending as hell.

“Oh get fucked!” you moved to strike him. Mistake.

“That's right,” Toji chuckled as he caught your wrist in his large hand easily. “You’re more of a hellcat than a bitch, aren’t you?”

You tried to pull away, but in all ways you were at a disadvantage. Toji lifted his arm and yours went with it. He was tall enough that this stretched you out uncomfortably and you were balanced on the tips of your toes. Your other hand moved reflexively for balance and it planted itself squarely on Toji Fushiguro’s firm chest. Your hand fisted in his shirt as he jerked you around, playing with you.

“You like this, don’t you?” Sukuna narrowed his eyes as he watched. Your mouth was agape and your eyes had grown slightly glossy at the way Toji disrespected you. He had to credit you…you’d managed to keep your sounds down, but everything else about your body language was so clear…you were turned on.

“Answer him, pretty,” Toji commanded and you looked up at him with begging eyes. “We all know the answer anyways, just want to hear you say it.”

You glared at him. You would never.

“So stubborn,” Toji’s voice was a low rumble against your fist, “Hope you know that I like that,” he grinned at you, backing you onto the desk.

“I wonder,” Sukuna cocked his head suddenly and placed a sharp nail against your neck. Dragged the pointed tip down to your collarbone and you shivered at the pain. “Still won’t admit it?” he goaded you, pressing and the tip bit deeper into your skin, just shy of breaking it.

“Pretty girl,” Toji gripped your chin and lifted it to meet his piercing eyes. “Answer us and we’ll give you what you need.”

As rough Toji liked to be, he wasn’t one to take without some indication of consent. Your eyes searched his and you must’ve seen or realized this because one of the coils in your stomach loosened with some sort of relief.

“...want,” you sighed, body sagging as you finally gave in.

“Oh you good girl, you,” Sukuna was at your back in a flash, hands running up your sides, grabbing and groping freely.

You moaned softly as Toji’s fingers traced along your inner thigh. You squirmed when they met your center and found it hot and wet.

“Dirty girl,” he snickered and rubbed, drawing a strangled cry from you.

“To-Toji,” you groaned, legs parting for him as Sukuna squeezed your tits harshly.

“Sukuna,” you panted when he squeezed your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You were overwhelmed.

“She is dripping,” Toji laughed, caressing you through your panties. “I knew you’d be perfect,” he remarked smugly.

“Please,” your hips shifted desperately towards him, needing him to take more.

“Please what?” Sukuna cooed in your ear.

“More!” was all you could manage as Toji pushed your panties aside and stroked his fingertips lazily through your folds. The wet sounds brought heat to your face as you whined for him.

“We can give more,” Toji held your gaze, serious for a moment. “But if it’s too much, how will you tell us?”

“Safe word?” you answered, finding it difficult to focus when he grazed your clit repeatedly.

“And what is your safe word, pretty girl?” Toji asked.

“Sp-split Soul,” you stuttered out when your nipples were tweaked gently. Toji’s eyes widened a splinter at your answer.

“Aren’t you making your favorite a bit too obvious?” Sukuna teased upon hearing the name of Toji’s cursed tool, though he didn’t mean much by it.

“Fascinating,” Toji looked you over from head to toe one more time before he slid two fingers inside of you, drawing a loud cry from your lips. His knuckles stroked against you and you clenched around him, panting.

“She’s crying,” Sukuna chuckled, watching your eyes go glassy as Toji finger fucked you deeply. Sukuna’s large hands cupped your breasts and his fingers tweaked your nipples every so often as he nibbled on your neck.

“Wait, I-!” your eyes shot open as an orgasm barreled through you. Your body tensed in their hands and Toji’s fingers continued to curl up into you until the knot uncoiled you threw your head back with a loud wail. Sukuna’s chest was there to support your sagging body as you watched Toji lick your arousal off of his fingers.

“My turn,” Sukuna announced, shifting to take Toji’s place between your legs. His hands stroked down your inner thighs and his nails dragged deliciously along the soft, delicate skin. He watched with sadistic pleasure as it left long, red lines behind.

Toji took a seat behind you and palmed himself through his pants as he watched Sukuna’s handiwork. He throbbed at the marks and he thought about leaving a few marks of his own. His eyes widened with interest when Sukuna turned his hand around and tapped the backs of his knuckles, littered with rings, against your clit.

All of your muscles tensed at the sensation of cold metal against your hot, swollen clit and you let out a sound that was halfway between a squeal and a moan. Sukuna chuckled cruelly and kept up an erratic pattern until your back was arching up off of the table.

“Ha, hah, hah!” your soft pants were all that could be heard as Sukuna edged you mercilessly. “Sukuna, please!” you finally cried when you felt on the brink of insanity. You were surprised at the feral noise that escaped you when he stepped back and away, leveling you with a cruel smirk.

“Desperate little thing,” he chuckled and the way he peered disdainfully down at you shot a jolt of electric energy through you.

“Toji?” you looked towards the other man in the room hopefully. Your pupils dilated when you realized he was thrusting his hips, cock rubbing through the fabric of his pants against his palm. “Toji��,” you moaned, your voice dreamy and almost slackjaw at the visual.

“You sure know how to get what you want, don’t you?” Sukuna laughed heartily, helping you upright.

“May I?” you approached Toji, dropping to your knees before him.

“Polite when you need to be,” Toji rolled his eyes at you and shared a laugh with Sukuna.

You grinned and busied yourself with unearthing his erection. It was thick and heavy and tipped just slightly forward unassisted. You sighed with delight when you saw it, which served as a real shot to Toji’s ego.

“What a good little slut,” Sukuna chuckled, taking a seat. Unlike Toji, he had no desire to exercise restraint and pulled himself out of his pants, stroking eagerly.

Toji hissed when you closed your mouth around him. So wet and warm. The visual of your lips pursed around his shaft as you sucked gently was almost dizzying to him and he found himself gritting his teeth, trying to stay level. You were so singularly focused on lapping at his cock that you jolted with surprise when Sukuna smacked your cheek suddenly.

“Spit,” he demanded, his palm outstretched before you. You blinked up at him in surprise for so long that he slapped you lightly again. “I said spit.”

When he was satisfied, he brought his hand back to his cock, using your saliva as lubrication. You were embarrassed that the realization only served to turn you on more. Toji cleared his throat, grabbing your attention again. You moved to put your mouth back on him and you were surprised when he stopped you.

“Why don’t you sit?” he gestured to his shining erection with an expectant look. He had to hold back a smile at the way your expression grew hungry and dazed at the same time. You peeled off your panties and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He offered you no help and instead leaned back and watched with lazy eyes as you positioned him at your opening.

“You’re too big,” your eyes flashed to him with mild annoyance. Your knees spread as you tried to lower yourself onto him with little success. Toji kept up his poker face as you clenched and gripped around his engorged tip. Finally after some desperate bucking of your hips, he popped into you, stretching you almost painfully around his girth. “Fuuck,” you whined, lips pursed as your eyes squeezed shut.

“My god she’s fucking tight,” Toji remarked to Sukuna through gritted teeth.

“Good thing you went first then, huh?” Sukuna taunted.

Toji’s lip twitched in response, but he didn’t say anything because you were doing your best to take more of him.

“Oh my god, Toji,” you mumbled mindlessly as you worked your way down, lips stretched taut around his shaft. At the very least, you were soaked and dripping, but his sheer size was still a challenge. You weren’t sure if Sukuna was just trying to get a rise out of Toji, but the possibility of him being even bigger made you feel faint.

“Are you struggling, kitty?” Toji teased, lips curled up into a smirk. “My cock too fat for our little whore?”

“You're big!” you gasped out, with a nod. “It doesn't, it barely fits,” you whined, but not because you wanted to stop. It was because you wanted Toji to drive up into you, punishing and hard.

Toji watched, proud at the way you struggled to split yourself open around you. You struggled and yet you persisted and he found himself admiring that. 

“Shall I take over?” Toji cupped your chin and brushed his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly and he flexed his hips up into you and you moaned even louder than before. The way he pushed into you was simply divine. His rhythm was slow and deep as you grew accustomed to it.

“How is it, pretty girl?” Sukuna surprised you when he came up behind you. His hands closed around your hips and he pressed you further down on Toji’s cock, drawing hisses from both of you. “Does he feel good?”

“Asshole,” Toji spat at Sukuna when he pressed against your cervix and you clamped down around him.

You couldn’t even manage an answer as Toji’s cock was stuffed into you deeper than you thought possible. Sukuna was unrelenting and held you in place as Toji’s hips jerked reflexively up into you.

“Fuck!” Toji cursed, his orgasm incoming.

“Come on,” Sukuna taunted. “You’ve been wanting to fill her up for a while now, just do it.”

“Wha-?” you struggled to comprehend Sukuna’s words, but Toji’s cock jerked strongly inside of you and you squeezed back reflexively.

Toji inhaled a few ragged breaths as he came, unloading deep inside of you with Sukuna pinning you down.

“Look at you,” Sukuna snickered cruelly, hand cupping your chin and tilting your head to face him. “Filled with Fushiguro’s cum,” he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

You were surprised at the gesture.

“Do you let just anybody fuck you raw?” Sukuna taunted, leering at you. You narrowed your eyes at him, god he gave you whiplash.

“Do you just go around fucking anybody raw?” you bit back and Toji chuckled.

“Guess Fushiguro was too soft on you, cause this bitch ain't broken yet,” Sukuna barked out a laugh. “My turn,” his eyes glinted at you before he pulled you off of Toji’s lap.

Sukuna forced you to your knees and smacked the heavy head of his cock against your cheek. You glared up at him defiantly.

“Can’t wait to see those eyes water as you glare at me,” he sneered, hooking his thumb into your mouth and yanking it open. You let out a noise of surprise, but it was quickly muffled by his cock being shoved unceremoniously between your lips.

“God that’s a sinful little mouth,” Sukuna groaned when your lips closed around him, enveloping him in your wet warmth. “Shut this mouthy little slut right up,” he snickered as you sucked.

Toji settled in behind you and snaked his arms around you. One looped around your waist and the other reached between your thighs. Your lips squeezed around Sukuna’s head when Toji’s palm landed a slap squarely against your cunt, like a hammer against your clit. Sukuna’s hand shot out around the back of your neck and pulled you forward until he was lodged against the back of your throat. You moaned loudly as both men ground against you, your wet, drooly holes.

“Fuck that’s tight!” Sukuna hissed when you relaxed your throat and let him slip inside. Toji’s hand moved from your waist to cup your throat, feeling the way it bulged to accommodate Sukuna.

“Hah…I can feel him,” he whispered in your ear as his fingers dipped into your pussy, pushing his cum back inside.

You whimpered and clenched at his observation. Your whimper was muffled by Sukuna’s cock, but your clench was easily felt by Toji’s thick fingers. Toji’s lips curled up into a sadistic grin and the hand around your throat tightened and Sukuna’s knees almost buckled.

“Fucking shit!” he glared at Toji after pulling out, leaving you gasping for breath in his firm grip.

Toji’s chest rumbled with laughter, pleased to be able to get the best of Sukuna for a turn. Despite yourself, it pleased you to hear Toji laugh. Something about the both of them using you to toy with each other made you swell with pride.

“Keep playing, Fushiguro,” Sukuna spat venomously, pulling you up by a fistful of hair. He bent you forward over the table and flipped your skirt up, rubbing his cock along your dripping length. “Watch me fuck your cum out of her,” he snarked before sliding into you in one fluid motion.

“Ohh~!” you cried as you stretched around Sukuna. You weren’t sure if he was actually bigger or you were just sensitive, but the feeling had you clawing at the tabletop like a feral cat.

“How’s that feel, baby?” he grunted as he pounded into you harshly. Your hips clipped against the edge of the table painfully with each thrust and his balls slapped wetly against you.

“G-good,” you cried.

“Better than Fushiguro?” he goaded and Toji’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I-,” you hiccuped, “I don’t know,” you answered honestly, tears welling up in your eyes as an orgasm approached. “Su-kuna,” you cried, back arching.

“Answer me, pretty girl,” Sukuna asked again, pupils dilating with satisfaction as he worked a creamy ring of Toji’s cum and your arousal around the base of his shaft. “Who do you prefer?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know! Both!” you cried as your body tensed and you came, thinking of the different ways in which they both used and ravaged your body.

“Did I say you could come?” Sukuna gripped you by the chin and pulled you up against him. He tipped your head back so that you could meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you realized your error quickly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” your eyebrows pinched with worry at what fresh hell he would unleash on you for this.

He surprised you by trailing his wet tongue across your cheek before licking into your open mouth. You clenched as he nipped your lips and then sucked your tongue into his mouth. Toji had already claimed your pussy by filling it with his cum and you understood this as Sukuna’s way of claiming your mouth for his own. You squirmed when he pulled back slightly and held your mouth open for him. His teeth ran across his tongue before he spit into your mouth. You shivered as you accepted his saliva eagerly. It was intimate, filthy, and wanton all at the same time.

“Fushiguro,” Sukuna’s eyes flicked to Toji’s as he picked you up, holding your back against his chest with surprising ease. “Get over here.”

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand Sukuna’s meeting.

“She said she wants both,” Sukuna chuckled, “Let’s see if she can take both.”

Your eyes widened at his words. You were already tired and sore, but something about these two gave you something to prove. You knew Sukuna didn’t expect you to be able to, which triggered something defiant and stubborn inside of you and you knew you wouldn’t back down.

“I can,” you insisted as Sukuna set you down on the small couch that was tucked against the wall of the room. He laughed at your show of confidence. You’d have to see.

“You gonna let me fuck that pretty ass, baby?” Toji’s voice was raspy from behind. “You so cock hungry that you need both of those holes filled?”

Perversion curled through you and your eyes flashed when you look at him and nodded. Toji was taken aback for a moment. It was true he’d had his eye on you for some time, but he had sorely underestimated you. He shifted behind you while you straddled Sukuna and his cock was screaming to be inside of you. You had dripped so much that he easily coated himself in your fluids. His eyes were transfixed as he pressed the dark head of his cock against your puckered sphincter. You let out a series of warm pants as Sukuna gripped your hips tightly.

“Wait,” you placed your hand on Toji’s abdomen, “Give me a sec?” you breathed hard as you tried to relax. You’d had difficulty accommodating Toji in your pussy, so anal was going to be an even bigger challenge, but you were determined.

“Take your time, pretty,” Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He held still as you pressed your hips back against him, stretching a little more each time around him. Watching the way you stretched yourself around him, from hesitant to eager, was dizzying to Toji in a way that he had not expected.

Sukuna reached up to stroke your face affectionately as you adjusted. He cooed praise up at you, telling you how good you were being for them, how sexy you looked taking both their cocks. Behind you, Toji egged you on with words of his own. How good your pretty hole looked stretched around him, how much more he had left to give you.

Your breaths were ragged as you pushed back, dragging him deeper and deeper into you.

“Almost there,” he encouraged, “To the hilt, baby, show me,” he watched proudly until you had taken him completely.

“Fuck,” you let out a sigh, eyes flickering between the two men. It surprised you to see satisfied smiles on both of their faces. This was short lived because before long, they both thrusting up into you alternately and all coherent thought left your mind.

The room was filled with grunts, pants, and the wet sounds of sex as they both pistoned their cocks into you. You were so full and so sore, but it was the most delicious pain that you had ever experienced.

“Close,” you murmured when you felt the coil in your belly constricting. “May I?” you asked.

“What a fast learner,” Sukuna clicked his tongue, pressing a kiss against your neck. “You’re doing so well…whenever you wish,” he nodded and Toji couldn’t agree more.

They fucked you and kept fucking you through two more orgasms. You briefly wondered if you might pass out, but their climax came mercifully and with heavy twitches and muttered curses, they emptied themselves into you. Their muscles unwound and relaxed post orgasm and you found yourself sandwiched pleasantly between their large bodies. You knew they were both notorious for sleeping around, but you wondered if they’d be up for a repeat. You needed more experience before you could declare a favorite, after all.

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THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE (2000) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

how shall i do it?

oh, is that hard to believe?

is this really the best you could do?

check out this piece of work.

i'm here because i received a summons.

word on the street is you can fix my problem.

the drinks were a bit on the warm side.

okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been.

do you really want to kill me?

so is everything ready for tonight?

i thought we’d start off with a soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.

we’re about to go over a huge waterfall.

bring it on.

you got all that, honey?

what about dinner?

all right. a quick cup of coffee.

but what does that have to do with anything?

you’re sort of confusing me.

how did you get back here before us?

by all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.

i never liked your spinach puffs.

ah. should have seen that coming.

you know what, you could have told me that before i set it up.

now you stop being hard on yourself. all is forgiven.

it’s not the first time i was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last.

what can i say? i’m a rebel.

i can’t believe this is happening!

break the door down!

are you kidding me? this is hand-carved mahogany.

so you lied to me.

couldn’t pull the wool over your eyes, huh.

why did i risk my life for a selfish brat like you?

i was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but, oh, you proved me wrong.

now i feel really bad.

you threw off my groove!

he didn’t pay his check.

this had better be good!

this is the last time we take directions from a squirrel.

yeah, like that would ever happen.

will you take a look at this?

oh, is that hard to believe?

just thought i’d give you a heads up.

what do you mean the door’s stuck? try jiggling the handle.

you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.

just leave me alone.

it’s my birthday gift to me. i’m so happy.

hey, it doesn’t always have to be about you.

uh, he doesn’t really wanna talk to you.

hey, did you see that sky today? talk about blue.

don’t drink the wine.

our moment of triumph approaches!

oh, he’s doing his own theme music.

i’m so glad i was unconscious for all of this.

you’re not just gonna let him die like that, are you?

don’t listen to that guy.

if it were me, i’d march right back there and demand to see him.

you just saved my life!

believe it or not, i think i need a bath.

maybe i’m just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards.

i ate a bug today!

what is this guy babbling about?

i’ll be sure to tell him you stopped by.

i gotta go wash something.

anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude.

let me guess, you have a great personality.

thanks for going back on your promise!

how long has that been there?

someday you’re gonna wind up all alone, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

hmm. don’t know, don’t care. how’s that?

for the last time, it was not a kiss.

[ghostieyanyan]

Yandere! Kalim x reader, but yandere but they're bad at their jobs au. Like one minute Kalim act all sadistic and dark then the next thing when reader asked if he wants some pets he went to his usual happy sunshine puppy that demands pets

yes~~ presious baby boi just wants love but he so spoil x3

what i also like to think about with yandere kalim is that he knows right and wrong but its so water down for him that "he just cant help it ^^

For fun, im making this into a modern mafia au ^^

~Just trying to help~

Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc

Warnings: power dymanmic, mafia mention, violence mention, nsfw hints, death?, manipulation

~~~~~

The Asim, they are known for their wealth and their trades. They're a super big powerful family with a lot of people (both loyal and not loyal) under them. They kind of give "untouchable kings" vibes. Theyre still really nice to their "people", you just don't see them a lot, or at all really. The only way to really "talk to them" is by talking to someone in their circle but there are layers into that circle. some people thinks that their family is shady, like the rich people act is a persona to hide something but no one really has proof.

But you really don't have to worry about that. You have your own stuff to worry about, like living expenses. You were basically living on the streets, barely living. You did side jobs to get by. maybe you'll clean or maybe you'll babysit. when you were a kid, you always wanted to help people. But with your home life, money, you couldn't really get to your dreams even if you tried. you stopped school pretty early and its a little too late for you to get back into it. plus what school will accept you. you lived in a community where rich gets richer and medium class becomes poor... I guess that's where you are, what your luck...

you were heading to your next "job" place. you had to clean for a really sweet old couple, the Wrights. They couldn't afford much either but they try to help you whenever they can. Example, you clean places that they cant reach, in exchange they give you dinner, as much as they can. you always wish them good health. they are too sweet for this unfair world.

you were lost in your head, enjoying the memories and conversation you had with them. But when you to their place, you see 3 grown men towering over Mr. Wright.

"please understand.. we aren't here for trouble but your son does owe us some money. were just here to collect."

"please.. we havent seen our son in months. hes not here."

"come on, blue carb! i wanna go home! if you dont tell us-"

"Floyd, we aren't here for threats."

"hmm..? oh my... what do we have here?"

the light hair man turn to you with a very scary smile. You didnt have time to take even a step when one of the men grabs you by the arm. he had teal hair with a black stirp. he had awful smile that showed off his sharp teeth.. the smile looked every threatening..

"were just here to talk about business, why dont you scram shrimpy."

you started to tremble and turned to Mr. Wright. he gave you a weak smile and moved his hand like to shoo you away.

"go on dear. it'll be okay."

you gulped in terror but you dug your heels into the ground. if you didn't, who knew what these shady guys would do to this kind old couple.

"h-he.. said he hasn't seen his son! n-ow get out of here before i call the police!!"

"..."

".."

"..."

everyone got quiet.. no one moved.. the men seem stun by your outburst. the man, that was holding you, didn't seem to like your outburst and gripped your arm, harder. it hurts..!

"tck.. im getting really annoyed, shrimpy... Should break your arm to show you-"

"actually Floyd, i have a better idea."

the light hair man walks up to you and hands you a card.

"i am Azul Ashengrotto. i run a cafe called the Mostro Lounge and Mr. Wright's son has owe us a pretty penny~"

The way he spoke gave you chills. You hated it. it was too sweet when you knew that the words he spoke are laced with poison.

"What if-..."

You had to take a long deep breath, you're risking a lot for even thinking this... but you had to. you were the only able person to protected these people who gave you more than you've asked.

"what if... i worked for you..? i'll work for you, pay off the owe money and you'll have to leave Mr. and Mrs. Wright alone! Deal..?"

the light hair man pauses.. then smiled. he put his hand out for a handshake.

"Its a Deal."

when you took his hand, that was it. you had to say goodbye to your home away from home. you gave mr.wright a smile and left with the strange men...

~~~

the next few weeks you learned what they did, kind of, and what they needed of you. they didn't tell you 100% of everything but you were supposed to be their servant, or an errand boy, or something like that?

the job wasn't bad at all. you cleaned, get anything they need, run things for them. sometimes they call you for... personal reasons. In exchange you get 3 meals a day and a comfortable room. which honestly, you weren't complaining. before, you would have one meal a day and even sleep on either a hard floor or a gross mattress. At this rate, after you finish paying off the Wright's debt, you might just stay here.

sometimes the job brings pretty scary people that show up out of nowhere. they often had big weapons to their side, some would have the weapons ready and loaded. Jade, Floyd, or Azul often gets you out of the way and most times tell you to cover your ears and close your eyes. sometimes they have you clean up their messes after these scary men... "leave." you knew better but you cant really say or do anything about it so.. you just don't question it.

after a month, you thought you get used to your new home life now but- you accidentally ran into someone or someone ran into you.

"oh my-! are you okay? im so sorry!! i-"

"no no! its okay. i should have been more careful."

the mysterious man helped you up. he had bright red eyes and white white that complement his dark skin every nicely. he had a black dress shirt and a red suit with gold accents, red dress pants to match. when he helped you up, you notice he's hands are really soft. big contrast to your hands.

"I'm sorry again."

he was about to run away but stopped and sheepishly turn and smile at you. it kind of reminded you of a happy teenage.

"actually... do you know where the Mostro lounge is? i... i think im lost. hehe." he scratched the back of his head. the embrassement on his face was slowly growing on you because he kept smiling.

it was kinda weird to see someone around here with such a bright smile..? like an genuine smile or maybe hes just a good actor or something..? you cant say.

"oh.. its a left then a right." you poked.

"kk! thank you~"

he turned and ran away again. you were about to leave but he stopped you again.

"can you actually walk with me there..? i asked directions before and got lost.. hehe~ pretty please?"

with his charming smile, you couldnt help but smile back.

"okay, follow me."

during your walk there, he asked a few question. they were harmless questions, enough. favorite colors? favorite food? favorite animals? where have you been? favorite places to go? etc.

when you got there a tall man with dark skin and long beautiful black hair rushed to your side, well more like to the other man.

He had the same outfit as the white hair man but they both wore it differently. which wasnt a bad thing. it compliment their personalities. Like jade, floyd, and azul do with their suits too.

"Kalim! where have you been?! we just left the elavoter and you were gone from my sights?! why did you-?"

"oh ya! i saw this pretty ocean theme pillows and i wanted to get some but you had my wallet hehe~ so... can i get them? they be perfect for-!"

"no. ugh..."

you felt really uncomfortable... it was like a mother scolding her kid... the black hair man looked at you. you shifted your feet uncomfortably.

"who are you? i dont remember you from our last visit?"

you raise your hands up and backed up slightly. people here are either very suspicious, they often come to see azul for his deals, or naive soul, that came for the ocean-like atmosphere.

"im just a-"

two arms snaked around you. you started to freak out. this is how you die--!!!

"shrimpy!! where's my drink~~? ive asked it for about... like 10 minutes ago~~~"

Oh! its just Floyd. he practicely moaned in your ear. it was a lot to get used to Floyd's mood swings. but you learn to avoid him when hes upset or just do want he says and not say too much. if he tries to tease you, he often gets bored and wonders to do who knows what.

"oh! hi sea snake! hi sea otter!"

"Floyd.. for the last time, stop calling us-

"hi Floyd!! haha!"

the white hair man jumped up and join the hug! you were getting crushed between these two... you were patting their backs in a way to say "okay thank you but-- that enough..!!! im dying! let me go!"

"jamil! Kalim! its great that you made it! a bit late but- i cant say im suprised."

"tsk.. hello jade... azul..."

the dark hair man, pulled the white hair man off you. it helped but Floyd is still squeezing you like he was trying to kill you, not literally... hopefully.

"ah.. its seems that you met our new hire. Jamil, Kalim, this is (mc)."

you, trying your best with the situation youre in with floyd right now, bowed your head as jade introduced you.

"hehe. we found shrimpy when we were at the Wright's place."

"did you get the money..?"

"no~ they were being stubborn but (mc) offer to pay off the money that was owed so i cant complain too much."

azul spoke and rubbed your head like a kid. you didnt like how they were talking about you like you werent there. or rather, talking about the Wrights like they were bad.. but you held your tongue. you didnt want to get them mad... especially when floyd is still holding you.

"ohh.. poor (mc). dont worry, well protect you from those mean people. im kalim, Kalim al-asim!"

"Kalim!"

"and thats jamil, Jamil Viper."

"Kalim! dont give our names to strangers! you dont even know them-"

"Well then~ we'll just have to just spend time with them!"

Kalim.. Kalim al-asim.... an Al-Asim.. Al-Asim! This smiling ray of sunlight is an Asim??

apparently your face paled because Kalim reached for your face and held your face into his hands. he gave you a giggle and smiled as he massage your cheeks in his hands.

"hehe youre so cute. after our meeting with Azul, i want to hangout with you on your break. when is it? hmm?"

you turned to Azul, he nodded his head in approval.

"i-its.. its in 2 hours from now.. sir.."

"hehe.. no need to talk so formal. just call me Kalim. And okay, on your break, meet me by the front door of the Mostro lounge, kk?

"y-yes.. kalim.."

he gave you a smile and all the 5 men started to head to Azul VIP room..

what did you get yourself into....

~~~

You've been spending a lot of your time with kalim as of late. To the point where you felt guilty for leaving work.. but you'd feel more guilty for saying no to kalim. You tried once. It was one too many.

You initially wanted to keep some distance. But with kalim's smile and charisma, you couldn't say no. Kalim always found a way to have lots of fun and he will always include you too.

Every time you came back to the Mostro lounge, floyd gives you a stink eye and a "why wasn't i invited~?" whine. Jade gives you his creepy smile and does a weird thing by leaning in and asking "did anything exciting happened~?", whatever that means. Azul doesn't seem upset at all. It made you anxious. Is he marking down your pay when you're out with kalim..? You checked your accounts and you were still getting payed for your work but.. you didn't do any work..?

You decide to talk to azul about it. You didn't want something like this be in the air, with someone as slimy as azul.. and with money no least!!

You knocked.

"Um.. azul..? Are you busy?"

You peeked through the door of Azul's office, and they vip room.

"... no. What do you need..?

he was working on some papers and he looked.. unpleased.

"I.. ill ask later."

You tried to take your leave befor-

"You wanted to ask about your pay..?"

You slowly turn to him. His face hasn't changed from that unpleased expression.

"Y-yes sir.."

Azul sighed, lend back into his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his face as he let's out another sigh.

"Kalim is... renting you."

What..?

"And he also requested for you to still get payed because, his words.. 'they're still working.'"

He started to stare at you. You didn't think he meant it to look intimidating, because he can't see you, he doesnt have his glasses on. But it still was very unpleasant.

You were at lost of words. Kalim al-asim... is renting you..? You weren't mad but you weren't happy too. Spending time with kalim is really fun and his personality is really refreshing. But being told you were 'rented out' feels.. dehumanizing. But with your life, you can really feel anything else..

"Is that all..?"

"Yes sir.."

"Good, you may leave."

You bowed your head and left, making sure to close the door softly behind you.

What do you do now..?

~~~

Now after every visit from kalim, the moment becomes a little sour. He's paying azul to spent time with you, but why? He's an al-asim. He could get anything he wants right? Why would he spend time with a common rat like you..?

What are you to him?

"(Mc)? You okay?"

You looked up and kalim was really close to you! You jolted and lean back

"I-im okay! Its just.. work. Heh.. work just be exhausting and im just.. I'm okay!"

You smiles, you didn't notice that kalim stopped smiling.. he was still looking at you but just not smiles. it would have scared you to your core if it wasnt for you trying to change the topic by looking at the scenery. A minute past and his smile came back, brighter.

"Why don't you come with me then?"

"huh..?"

"You could live in the al-asim estate and you don't have to lift the finger! Serverts will come to your every beckon call and you get to live.. like an Asim."

As you were staring at him, lost of words, he gently took your hand. You didnt even noticed it until he pulled your hands to his lips and kissed it.

"K-kalim! I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he stood in front of you and got on one knee.

You felt sick

"(Mc)... "

You felt dizzy

"Will you-"

This has to be a dream!!!

"Be mine?"

He sweet innocent smile made you feel sick. How can can someone so dangerous be so naive?!? You bearly knew him! He bears knew you!!

"I.. i-i have to go!!"

You ran off, back to Mostro Lounge, back to your room, leaving a sad otter left on one knee..

~~~

You were in your room for 3 days..

You weren't payed for those days but you didnt care..

You felt sick and a little guilty. Kalim looked so sad when you left him. Maybe when you see him again... you could apologize and explain yourself..? By the seven! Would he still be mad at you? Will he order for you to be erased??

You felt nausea.

You needed to get some water.

Luckily it was night time, you wouldn't likely run into floyd, jade, or azul.. maybe?

You walked through the dark halls, only using your memories and the walls to guide you.

You were lost in thought and didn't realize a figure coming up behind you. By the time you did noticed, the figure quickly over powered you and you were imbraced into darkness.

~~~~

[Before the proposal]

"Azul!!? how much does the Wrights owe!?"

Kalim bursted into Azul's office, with a tired Jamil following behind.

"ah! K-Kalim! you know you have to make an ap-"

"i know i know! this is important though!!"

Kalim rushes up to Azul's desk, slamming his hands down on to the desk and leaned over to Azul. he was like a jumping dog..

"i want to ask (mc) to marry me!!"

everyone froze and even jade and Floyd, they were walking by, looked at Kalim like he was crazy.

"Kalim! I know your father has told you about being an Al-Asim and your responsibility to your family and making an hair but not like this!!"

"come on, Jamil~ they're perfect~ they're sweet and kind. they're responsible and hard working, like father wanted. they're just... perfect!"

Kalim goes through his phone and looks at pictures of you he took when you hanging out with him and even ones he requested from Jade and Floyd, secret cameras. They vary between you working and you when you think youre alone...

Azul rubs his face and gives a long sigh.

"look kalim. Even if your display of affection is definitely... something... (mc) is still working the Wrights' debt off. if they're not here then-"

"oh! that's another amazing thing about them! they were willing to help the Wrights without even knowing what they were getting themselves into. with the amount of debt the Wrights have, (mc) would be working until they're in their 70s. Thats why i need to protect them, do they even know about the Wrights 'situation'?"

Floyd lays on the couch in the VIP room, with candy in his mouth.

"nope! Jade thought it would help (mc) stay motivated to work. you saw how upset they got whenever we talk about the Wrights. they're so cute but so obedient that they don't even asked what they did to get in their situation, HAHA! silly shrimpy~!"

Floyd laughs and Jade chimes in.

"To be fair, we did get them out of a 'dangerous situation'. what the Wrights were doing to them was shameful.. Saying their debt was all because of their son, who has been dead for 10 years, and saying they dont have money but is found actively going to clubs spending more. the fact that they're living in the poorest town, and looking like weak old people. they're fooling everyone with the act. Everyone, including (mc)~"

Jamil turned and glared at Azul.

"wait-.. you didn't even tell them..? and you kept them working here?"

"think whatever Jamil, someone has to pay the debt off."

"i can pay it!"

Kalim looks at Azul, he was giving a determined look. Azul sighs again, why is everyone in his office. He has too much work to do.

"i know you can but you know-"

"in exchange, give me (mc)."

Jamil was about to stop Kalim but-

"(mc), yes, they work here under false pretenses but they have became a big asset to us. if you were to take them, it will take a long time to replace them."

Kalim walks closer to azul. with his serious expression, to say left everyone on edge was an understatement.

"i will pay 3x the Wrights' debt... as long as i get (mc)."

Azul looks at Kalim and a sick smile appears. He held out his hand.

"Its a Deal."

~~~~

This took so long! but i did it! i hope you guys enjoy it. if you guys like me to draw something for this, just ask, until then, back into my wips qwq

[aliendes]

Lover - Junhui

a/n: helppppp im in my feels!!!!! one of my favorite t.swift songs will always be lover, the lyrics are so sweet and i was feeling a bit nostalgic today so i wrote this for the sweet junhui. enjoy

warnings: none, pure fluff

“I love the Christmas decorations babe, but you know I hate taking them down after the holidays. Always so much clean up.” You whine for the third time that night at your husband, Jun as you watch from your spot on the couch as he finishes placing a garland over your fireplace.

“Well, darling, this is our own place this year. So technically we could leave the lights up til January if we want… or later I suppose.” Is your husband’s witty response, but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his words.

You stand from the couch and move to wrap Jun in a back hug as he fluffs the garland. “I guess you’re right… this is our first Christmas in our own home.” Your voice took on a wistful tinge as you looked up at Jun when he turned to smirk down at you. 

“Which means…” he turns around in your hold, wrapping his strong arms around you in turn, “we can decorate however we want, whenever we want, and do whatever we want here.” The smile that Jun wears just about melts your heart and you can practically see the hearts in his eyes. 

“We could throw a party if we want, let the boys crash in the living room. I think it’s big enough,” you sighed into Jun’s sweater, “should I tell them to come over for Christmas?”

“I think some of them are spending it with their families, but we can ask.”

Without much thought, Jun takes your hands in his, placing one on his shoulder and starts to sway lightly, despite no music playing. “Yeah, I’ll put it in the group chat.” You whisper as you smile up at your goofy husband.

“Hmm, we could always throw another party when the weather gets warmer,” he starts, still slowly spinning you around your living room, basking in the warm glow of the Christmas lights, “maybe this summer?”

Your smile only continued to grow as you recall all your past summers with Junhui. It’s been three years, three summers, since you first got together, and you couldn’t wait to spend more with him. You wanted all the summers, winters, and holidays you could get with the man. As you stare into your husband's eyes, twirling around the room to music neither of you could hear, you imagine plenty more lifetimes. And in each and every one, he was your lover. 

[tinacentury]

2024 Fic Year in Review

Before re-reading my 2023 fic year in review post, I think I would have said “I’m feeling kind of weird about fandom stuff lately”. In 2023, I felt like fandom was kind of slipping away from me, and like, what the hell I am still doing here? In retrospect, I’m feeling less weird about it than I did last year, or at least have accepted the weirdness that comes along with still enjoying in a hobby that many have moved on from.

This year, I find that I’ve reflected more on the nature of fandom friendships than on fandom itself. I reposted a thing on bluesky a few weeks ago that was like (and I’m paraphrasing) “fandom friendships go from we like this same thing to here’s my trauma to please review my resume”, and I added “and then they go to not really talking and feeling wildly guilty about it or not really talking and feeling rejected or not really talking but still looking back on things fondly.” I think all of these things can be true at different times in the same friendships, and now I find myself looking up research about the nature of online intimacy, etc in an effort to understand (my psychologist brand remains consistent).

I guess my main point in saying all of this is that I’m sorry to anyone whom I’ve made feel bad by not staying in touch—I really do treasure every connection I’ve made across two different fandoms—and thank you to those who have made me feel like I’m worth it even when I’m not always great at maintaining relationships myself stayed in touch with me, even if our relationship looks different from how it used to. Every text (even the ones I have very, very delayed responses to), card, Facebook message, gift, comment and in-person meet-up (was lucky enough to have a couple of these this year!) has meant a lot to me this year. I hope you all have a cozy last few days of 2024, and I truly wish you all the best for 2025.

Anyway, on to the writing reflections.

List of fics completed this year (in order they were finished):

lol none 😬. I got married this year; life was busy.

Number of words written:

11,504 (lol see above)

Your most popular fic:

A Change of Time

Your personal fave:

A Change of Time

Your fave scene:

I think it’s the ball scene in a Change of Time, when Kate realizes Anthony isn’t a groom.

A fic or scene that challenged you:

My Before AU. I see now that it’s been almost a year since I updated it. I just wasn’t able to get into it this year, but I recently re-read it and was like, “oh this is good; I should continue”, so…that’s the goal.

A line of writing you’re proud of:

From the Before AU:

“ ‘I didn't say I was bad at it. Just that I didn't care for it.’ Kate laughed at the disgruntled huff Anthony let out that she could only describe as … adorable. It made her want to push—to tease—just a little bit more.”

A comment that touched you:

Someone commented on A Change of Time “thank you for being such a wonderful voice in the fandom” and, as someone who 1) didn’t feel at home in the fandom at the beginning and 2) often feels like I’m just word-vomiting thoughts that people secretly (or not-so-secretly) judge into the void, it meant a lot.

Something that inspired your writing:

@grantairesbottle, who got me out of a writing slump with her encouragement (also I’m coming back; it’s just been hard with holidays!)

Your proudest accomplishment:

Hmm last year one of my goals was to get back into writing regency Kanthony, and I’m proud of myself for doing that with a Change of Time

Do you have any writing goals for next year?

-finish a Change of Time

-finish write the next Chapter of my Before AU and take it from there

-stop getting in my own head and just enjoy this little writing hobby of mine

I tag @misstwentyynine, @grantairesbottle, and @uglygreenjacket if any of you want (and also anyone else who wants to!)

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #19: Taken

“In here, Heartlight,” A hand on her back, Sawyer’s voice tucked low and behind her horn as winds whipped around them with dust and debris. Hustled into a building, some sort of bar by the smell of it she could guess, mere moments after their arrival. She shook the dust out of her clothes and off of her scales as they both took a moment to recuperate.

As a chirurgeon and skilled healer, it wasn’t uncommon for Amesha’s services to be requested outside the walls of the Crystarium. She’d been moved between the forts, sent with soldiers to smaller villages that lacked a doctor, flown out for emergency services, but it wasn’t necessarily common… Partly due to having to accommodate her needs, partly because she had a particularly fearsome guard dog who wasn’t too terribly fond of the separation. Also she hated flying. A lot. Which is why she was here now. That the both of them were here, even. Sawyer’s worries assuaged by accompanying her, her own fears of flight not-at-all dealt with by her partner’s presence but made more tolerable after the fact to the point she was willing to put up with it. Amesha cocked her head as said partner placed her hand onto her shoulder to wake her from her momentary daydream. “Come, let’s sit for a moment. The dust storm should pass shortly then we can continue our way towards the Inn.” Her hand in Sawyer’s led her through the rest of the crowd taking shelter. Getting bumped here and there, having to squeeze between strangers, then finally arrived at a booth that kept them off to the side so that she might not get randomly lost and/or suffocated by passing peoples who very much so didn’t notice the small drahn in their midst. She threw herself into the seat to escape the throng. “Storm to stray and unfortunate in time- Not long after wresting the bough from its roots must it also delay-” Amesha sighed, leaning forward onto the table while her tail thumped. “Better for, perhaps, to allow uneasy waves in the calm oasis to settle…”

Sawyer, who had remained standing, leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She could feel the smile on her partner’s lips and the slight aura of smug knowing at her words. She couldn’t help but glare in the vague direction of Sawyer’s face. “Oh come now, Heartlight. You know as well as I that you hated every moment we were in the air. Take this as the blessing it is.” Her well-meaning sentence was interrupted by a partially suppressed laugh. “For now, I’m going to get us something for the road. And perhaps something that will settle those uneasy waves, hmm?” Another kiss to the top of her head announced Sawyer’s departure. Nothing for it, then, than to simply allow her thoughts to drift until her Hawk returned with whatever bounty she might obtain…

Or not. The thud of an unfamiliar hand on the table jolted her back into reality right as she’d begun to think of their return. She was pleasantly already imagining herself collapsed onto their bed facedown and ready to sleep. Instead she was now having to point her blank gaze towards a stranger who… Eugh, what had they been drinking? “Pardon me little lady- Seems like yer all on yer lonesome waitin’ out this little storm outside. Mind some company while ya do?” The voice was gruff, not all that unfriendly, somewhat drunk sounding, and honestly very irritating. Especially given that he waited on no response from her before dropping himself in the seat next to her. “Don’t mind m’self. Just can’t stand to let a lady be all on her own in a place like this- ‘specially when she’s lookin’ so out of place in the middle of it. You just blow in with the windstorm, I’m assumin’?” Her tail retreated to the other side of the bench so as to not accidentally whack him in her irritation. “River wound and wandered from crystal’s tower to the far edges upon back of the wind, yes, only to bring with it storm and dust. Waiting for her Hawk to return so that she might aid and recuperate until once again stretching wings along road…” She rapped her knuckle against the table- Usually strange men were put off by her wandering poetic speech enough to shut up and wander away. “For work, for aid, to protect, to keep. Unable to allow distraction, unable to allow discussion…” A beat. A pause. “…Shite yer a real fancy type talkin’ like that. I was right, ya are out of place. Sayin’ yer waitin’ on some- You need a guard, yer sayin’? Only think ‘hawk’ can mean, at least. Well I suppose I picked the right time to drop in, then. You runnin’ from someone? Or just goin’ somewhere? Not much out here for a lady who talks all fancy…” She couldn’t help but sit there visibly nonplussed as this guy didn’t take the not-so-obvious hint that she was being weird so he’d fuck off. “Must be from Eulmore if yer chattin’ like this anyways. Didn’t think you folks got that far away from the place. Y’ain’t in the business of bein’ a sponsor, are ya? Or do they even do that anymore… Don’t matter. I do the escortin’ kind of work all the time, a proper guard I am. Ya thinkin’ how much I’m gonna get paid already? I got some nice rates for the fancier folk so they get their money’s worth…”

Amesha sat bolt upright as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her wings, away from her now, yanked hard against the restraints that they’d been put into for flight so they would be safe. That was at least an immediate sign for someone to come back to the table. She didn’t process much else of what he said in the next few seconds. Frankly she wasn’t sure he did either, what with the way he was continuing to inch closer. Because it was only those few seconds before storm and surge stomped back over towards them and balled up fury and rage into a fist- “Pardon me,” Sawyer’s voice was the perfect picture of restrained spontaneous violence. “Take your hands off of her.” “Excuse me, missy, but me and my new employer here are havin’ a productive conversation,” He drawled, leaning in closer to Amesha. “I think ya might be a tad bit confused. She asked for me to come over here-”

The sound of metal crunching against bone was far louder in her horn than the yelling that came along with it- His arm released her, finally, as the second crunch saw the man beside her thrown out of the bench and onto the floor. “I said. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Each word was punctuated by her boots as she stepped over him and to her, her touch reaching out for her partner’s hand. Taken in a moment with each other before Sawyer’s attention returned to their bothersome new friend. He was still laid there sputtering on the floor; still trying to catch up with the events of the past few seconds. He wasn’t too quick on the uptake. “As one meant to say, as one did say…” Amesha extricated herself from the bench seat with her partner’s help, making sure she didn’t step on the drunkard. “The Hawk was due to return to the bough. Not you- Not anyone else. Her.” Amesha’s tail wrapped itself about Sawyer’s leg for a moment as she frowned downwards towards him.

Sawyer bristled as eyes came upon them. As she pulled Amesha against her. “That is to say she’s taken.”

[throwaway-yandere]

A/n: ansy speaking, not her. Please. P l e a s e. Don't read ANY of the endings unless you've reached the end of the story in your own way.

Link to the fic.

Gepard Landau died on the same day you lost your leg. That was all you remembered.

His funeral was befitting a Landau. You didn't exit the car and simply watched from afar. No one knew who committed the crime, as far as everyone was concerned, you were also a victim of an aggressive assailant. Serval had done eerily good work at making you scarce. The visitors were either distracted by the fact you were just a few feet away from witnessing them lower down his casket or were too busy mourning over the loss of a great soldier.

Yet, there was someone who wasn't as convinced as the rest. 

Sampo knocked on your window that day, grating you with the happiest sounding "condolences!" he could boast. At the time, you wanted to punch his face in but feared you'd get an earful from Mrs. Landau. A no-last-name orphan like you can’t just buy a car.

You rolled the window down. Hearing him out was better than feeling whatever sinister emptiness resided inside your heart. 

Sampo cheerfully reached his hand out to shake yours forcefully. "Heyya there, friend! Long time no see, eh? Guess you can't catch me now, not with those legs, I mean."

You can't believe you laughed at such an insulting joke. 

"What do you want, Sampo…?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing special."

The shady merchant rested his elbow on the car, giving you a lopsided smile. He radiated pure confidence, a trait you lack in those defeated times.

"Say, if I told ya I can bring lil Geppie back, would you make a deal with me?"

You scoffed.

"Bring him back?"

"Uhuh."

You chuckled emptily, staring away. The words that escaped your lips did not come from the heart, but it was the only thing you could insensitively joke about in response.

"If you plan on bringing him back, you might as well make him exactly like my type. Otherwise, what's the point?"

You slowly regained consciousness, your eyes fluttering open to reveal that you were positioned on a couch inside a dimly lit room. The air was musty and the only light source was a vintage-looking fan. We have received all the intel we needed, but Kafka was nice enough to watch the rest so you should probably thank her for adding this in our data bank.

A figure materialized in front of you. He was a dirty blonde man with a soft and concerned expression plastered on his face. This man knelt beside you and asked: 

"How are you feeling? I’m… I would like to apologize for yelling at you. It was not my intent to frighten you so much. I was caught up in my selfish emotions. Please forgive me."

You took a moment to assess yourself, noting that even though you were disorientated— you don't feel any physical pain or emotional distress. His presence compelled some sort of familiarity but your memory was frustratingly blank. 

As you tried gathering your thoughts, the sound of a distant radio static buzzed your ears. It was persistent. You strained to listen, but the man was oblivious to it. His blue eyes solely focused on you.

“... Are you alright, darling?”

You gave up trying to hear the noise and focused on your surroundings, ignoring him in the process. 

The space you were in was a deserted therapy office. The wallpaper, which had formerly looked rather professional, was peeling off and fading. There were lingering odors of mold and rot. The furniture was peppered in dust and cobwebs clung to the edges of the tables, cupboards, and walls. It simply wasn't a place to be.

There were remnants of the previous doctor inside— a torn chair, a used fountain pen, and most intriguingly, rowed forgotten photographs that have likely lived past the faces depicted. You swore you could recognize a person or two in those photographs. One had stylishly long blonde hair with blue streaks. She wore thick-rimmed glasses and a contagious smile as she lovingly wrapped her arms around an embarrassed young man and someone who looked exactly like… you?

As you gazed back at the dirty blonde man, it finally clicked. Though your memory fails you, you were almost certain he was the young man in that image. 

"Gepard?"

"I'm not–" He exhaled, soundingly resigned to his fate. "Nevermind. Yes, that's me."

Did you get his name wrong? Or was he just too quick to say no?

“...Was I wrong?"

"No, I could be him if you want me to be." He smiled weakly. “And based on what just occurred, I can surmise that is the case. I won’t try to be anyone else anymore.”

The radio static continued, stealing your attention once again. You turn to Gepard, desperation was evident in your voice. "Can you hear that? The static…”

He placed his head above his fist, pondering your words. "I... I don't hear anything. But if you’re hearing static, then I can only guess that Serval is overdoing her job.”

You raised an eyebrow, speaking slowly as if you didn’t want to come off as idiotic. “Serval is here?”

Gepard shook his head. “Not in the Back Alley, no.”

“Then what was that sound–”

“Just an old doctor’s device from the Xianzhou Loufu. No need to worry, (N/n).”

Gepard cleared his throat.

“(Y/n), I’ll have to go away for a while. Can you promise not to leave? It won’t be long– I’ll merely fetch you something to eat and drink.”

“But that shouldn’t be your responsibility. Having you do such simple tasks would bring me shame,” you shook your head incessantly. “Besides, I’m not hungry!–”

“(Y/n).”

He glared at you, feigning coldness. You were unconvinced but decided it was best not to test him. Gepard had always been caring for his people.

You nodded in agreement, your voice barely a whisper. "Okay, fine... I won't leave. I'll stay here."

“Do you swear it?” You’re not the sharpest person, but you still noticed how Gepard’s eyes lingered on the locks, contemplating if he should trap you inside.

“I promise.”

He smiled. 

"Good. Stay put and don't open the door for anyone. Dangerous creatures are lurking outside."

“Wait!!!”

As he turns to leave, you reach out, your hand instinctively grasping his arm. 

You nearly didn’t speak a word after. His eyes were dilated– afraid. But that fear was gone in a blink of an eye. You immediately let go of his arm. You had a feeling something traumatic had occurred that was similar to the action you had done.

Then again, he just spoke of dangerous creatures beyond this clinic. Perhaps it had something to do with them.

“...Please, exercise caution." You continued.

His gaze softened as his hand gently covered yours. 

"I promise, I'll be careful. My priority is to protect you, always."

The sound of footsteps outside drew your attention and your heartbeat quickened, worried about the aforementioned creatures in Gepard's warnings. Thankfully, it was just the man himself. He returned with a tray containing a straightforward supper. The aroma of warm soup and freshly baked rye bread wafted in the air, creating a cozy ambiance. Once upon a time, you would’ve politely declined this offer but you didn't sense any other noble birth in the room aside from him. Most importantly, you didn't sense Mr. Landau's presence.

He set the tray down in front of you, slightly ashamed about his delivery's lack of quality and quantity. "Here, eat. It's not much, but it'll help."

“T-Thank you…” You reluctantly took the plastic spoon. “But… would you mind filling me in with what’s going on, Young Master? I can’t remember a thing.”

“Master…” Gepard tasted the formal honorific and cringed. “First– what can you recall about yourself? What’s your occupation?”

“I’m a servant of the Landau family, taken generously by Mr. Landau’s endorsement.”

That man? Generous? As if.

“And the Silvermane Guards?”

You tilted your head.

“They are one of Belobog’s last bastions. Why do you ask? Has something happened at work, master?”

In other words: you don't remember what happened. To you, what happened around 5 years ago or so never occurred if you can't recall your time as a soldier. 

Serval's new device had worked, for sure.

Gepard exhaled loudly, “confirming” your suspicions.

“I’m not your master anymore, (Y/n).”

As you look at him now, something feels different. You were inclined to believe there is a merit to his words.

"Was I fired?" You asked, terrified.

He held your hands. His hands felt unusually warm and his eyes brimmed with an emotion you can't put a finger on. Gepard looked… hesitant, yet determined. A near oxymoron.

And he decided to commit to the worst idea he had in mind.

"... D-Darling, don't you remember?” He chuckled nervously. “We're not in that household anymore. We've eloped. We left everything behind to be together."

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn't take the time to think of his words and your mouth ran on autopilot. The Landau's principles were ingrained in you as much as it did to the siblings.

"Eloped? But... why? What about your family, your responsibilities?"

The sadness that flickered in his eyes was then swiftly replaced by a reassuring smile. "Dad never understood us. S-So, we decided to escape! To build a life on our terms."

That doesn’t sound like something Gepard would do.

But, if he would do that for you, then…

Foolishly, you still found yourself swept away by his romantic fibs of leaving everything behind for these flights of fancy. The stuttering happiness in his voice is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of elation. It's as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Just as Sampo would've wanted for you.

… Doesn't that mean Gepard loves you as much as you love him?

"Why can't I remember that?"

"You must've just been too tired, sweetheart," Gepard muttered sweetly. "We had quite the busy day yesterday trying to find a safe location." 

"I... I can't believe it," you stammered, undeniably disbelieved and overjoyed. "W-We're alone together, just the two of us?"

Gepard nodded solemnly, looking to his left. His eyes were looking anywhere but at you.

"Yes, (N/n). It's just you and me now. No more hiding, no more pretending. We're free to be together, forever."

The truth of your past may be hazy, but the promise of a new beginning was exhilarating enough to discard any bad histories.

Gepard asked, slightly frowning. 

"But for this to work, I need you to follow my commands, is that okay?" 

"Okay." You nodded eagerly. “What is it, Young Ma— Gepard?”

“When I tell you to close your eyes, you’ll close your eyes. If I told you to cover your ears, you’ll cover your eyes.” Gepard slightly tightened his hold. “And when I told you to not question what you see, you won’t ask or try to rummage your head for memories or information. Is that clear?”

You were used to his authoritative tone. It was the mark of a Landau, it no longer struck fear in you as much as a normal citizen would have been. Instead of intimidation, you were informed of how dire these commands were, and you accepted without doubts much like a soldier.

“Understood. I’ll follow your commands to the best of my abilities.”

Gepard smiled.

"You're so obedient for me…" Gepard caressed your cheek with the back of his palm. "Just how can I reward you for this?”

"It's okay. You don't need to do that."

"Are you sure?"

"Affirmative."

He grinned wider and buzzed with happiness. 

"You make me feel so loved."

Gepard slowly cupped your cheek, eyes slit in a lovelorn gaze. His mind raced thoughts about your lips. How soft would they be? Would your lips feel chapped? Would he grip your shoulders should he part them open with his tongue? Much more ideas in that nature flooded his head, which only fanned the flames that heated his cheeks and ears. He wasn't sure how you'd react if he indulged himself— if you would forgive him for this— but he knew that if he didn't do it now, his curiosity and drive to keep you to himself will worsen.

He looked away, eyes childishly closed shut with a slight pout.

"(Y/n)."

You pretended not to know what he was thinking to save his pride. "Yes?"

"... Would it be alright if I add another segment to that list of commands?"

Just like his favorite theatre actress, your eyes crinkled as you put on a sly smile with good-natured mischievousness. Before leaving your hand pressed on your cheek, you adjusted a strand of hair and combed it back, angling your head at your best side. Needless to say, you were having fun toying with him. 

"Yes, sir."

"... G-Good."

Gepard cleared his throat.

"If I tell you to k-kiss me, would you?"

You chuckled.

"That doesn't sound like a command—"

"Kiss me, (Y/n)." He ordered, but as soon as those forceful words escaped his lips, he froze and raised his hands, attempting to take it back and sheepishly apologize.

That didn't stop you from taking him by his collar.

You grinned.

"Much obliged."

He released a muffled yet pleased noise as you pressed your lips against his.

As Gepard's lips met yours, neither of you cared for how dusty the place was or how eerie the surroundings were– it was only the two of you, alone in a gentle embrace. His lips were soft and tender as his thumb slid up the back of your palm, wordlessly asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You obliged by slipping your fingers through his hair– and that snapped something inside him.

Gepard instantly pulled you closer.

"M-Mhmm…"

His arms were forceful yet overprotective, enveloping you as though you were delicate. The warmth of his breath and his near inaudible yet high-pitched whimpers seeped into your very being. These served to make you feel safe and cherished. He tilted your chin up, faltering to catch his jagged breath despite how feather-like his movements were.

This is what the real Gepard Landau had always wanted.

This bliss is what he failed to attain.

Time stood still as you melt into each other. Gepard was savoring every moment– every connection between you two– before he pulled away breathlessly. With eyebrows furrowed, he loathed himself for needing air, but his expression softened as he caught you heaving. 

"I-I'm s-sorry–" he breathed in. "I s-should've practiced moderation."

His cheeks flushed more as he watched the silvery saliva that linked you both disappear, sputtering apologies for being "too rough" when he was anything but.

Gepard gazed into your eyes as you snaked your hands from his nape to his arms. He returned the favor, embracing you as the most precious treasure he's ever held.

With a soft smile, he whispered against your lips. 

You’re very obedient.

You’d do every word he says, wouldn’t you?

"T-Thank you for being here, for loving me. You're everything to me."

Then, stay here.

Never leave him alone again.

The soft morning light peeked through the thick curtains, painting the room in slivers of white and gold. Having no need for human necessities such as sleep, Gepard sitting by the bedside couldn't help but smile as he watched you rest. The sight before him was nothing short of wonderful. The soothingly paced rise and fall of your chest and the way your eyelids fluttered slightly in your dreams— mesmerized his unblinking eyes. He prided himself on abstaining from holding you for the entire night to not disturb your sleep. Gepard was content with simply gazing, without looking away for a single second.

Not once.

He won’t leave you ever again.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. In the “warmth” of this morning light, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be—by your side, in this makeshift realm.

He then whispered to you, knowing that you wouldn't hear them but wanting to express his emotions nonetheless.

"I wonder why Gepard used to deflect your affections so much. If I obsess over you then that means he loved you just as much… But there’s no point mulling over this, is there?" Gepard muttered.

As you writhe in bed, he carefully draped your blanket further upward, worried that you’d get cold. 

"Then again, unlike me, he has always been a man of tradition. He probably did not see it right to pursue a romantic relationship with someone under his station. A true Landau." 

The man’s smile disappeared. 

He is not Gepard. Not even his ghost. He is a manifestation of how the man desperately didn’t want to follow the family’s code of conduct. The true Gepard had always secretly wanted to break free from his shackling family bloodline but his father wanted to adopt you. And he couldn't bear the thought of having his dream spouse as his sibling either.

Despite that, the real Gepard had never resorted to manipulative tactics to control your emotions and actions. Not once has he tried gaslighting or using his position of authority to influence your decisions. Gepard was obsessive, but not unkind. He thought that perhaps letting you go would be a greater act of love. 

Such a “considerate” gesture failed. No longer do those sentiments matter now.

Gepard watched you sleep silently. As he fixed your stray hairs, he couldn't help but ponder over the subtle signs that your mind was broken. You seemed unfazed by the fact that you had both your legs, despite being paraplegic in reality. Similarly, you didn't react to how you’re wearing a wedding ring that you never had nor the sight of his arm, even though he had lost it before.

This alley you shared was a twisted reality. A merely distorted version of the past and present fueled by your desires and wishes– and you were lost in a maze of your own making.

Deep down, Gepard was disappointed that you couldn't see through the facade, that you couldn't recognize the monsters that followed you both as a manifestation of your psyche that wanted you to confront the truth. 

As he sat beside you, Gepard felt a heavy weight in his heart. He wanted to shake you awake from this dream, to make you see that the person before you was not him, but merely a reflection of your deepest desires.

But he held his tongue. He was far more selfish than the real Gepard, and that selfishness kept him alive longer than he did. Instead of breaking the happiness you and Serval carved for yourself, he stayed by your side. Thankfully, Serval is too caught up in her distress, thinking that she could save you from this alley. She cannot. The only thing she’s doing is making matters worse for you with that device of hers. But that’s okay. He would be there for you, even if you couldn't recognize him for who— for WHAT he truly was.

Gepard sighed wistfully.

You won’t get to know the truth.

And it’s for the best if it meant having you all forever to himself.

For this is the only way "Gepard Landau" can atone for his sins.

[bubblin-trouble]

“Tell you a story? Well, of course I can, my dear! For the right price~”

“Seven stories, seven paths. Which one shall you pick?”

You’re wandering in the woods aimlessly, lost, in the depths of midnight. How did you end up here again? You can’t remember, it’s all so foggy, it’s so dark, you don’t know right from left or north from south…but wait, is that light in the distance?

Seeing no other option, you decide to venture towards it. Upon closer inspection as you draw nearer to this mysterious light, you find what looks like a tent. You smell the almost intoxicating air of incense being burned inside, and you can faintly hear someone humming. Surely, they’d let you in, wouldn’t they?

You decide to creep closer, hoping the stranger would offer you some protection from the night’s chill.

“Hello? Is someone in there…?”

“Oh! I’m comin’, give me a minute!” Came a voice from inside.

Just a few moments later, a woman emerged. Wrapped in black cloth as dark as the night itself, with purple as a stark contrast, and glittering with gold jewelry, her smile equally as bright.

“Ah, welcome, welcome, dear! Come inside, it must be chilly out there.”

She ushers you in, and you can finally take a good look at the tent, or the inside of it. It has an array of exotic things, all seemingly fantastic and unique in their own way. Some of the items make you wonder, how could this woman possibly have acquired these…?

“See somethin’ that catches your eye? By all means, take a look ‘round my shop, hun.”

The woman croons, sitting at some sort of table in the middle of the tent. Just how big was this place, anyway? It certainly didn’t look this way from the outside…

Then, you see a book. A story book, by the look of the cover alone. You start to reach for it, feeling as if it’s calling you…

“NO!”

Your hand jerks back at the sudden sharp tone of the woman’s voice behind you.

“This ain’t for sale, I’m afraid, darlin’…” the woman said, swiftly grabbing it and holding it in her hand.

“O-Oh…sorry…”

“Ah, no worries! How ‘bout this? I’ll tell ya a story or two — for the right peace. How’s that sound?”

You pause for a moment, unsure of what to think of this sudden arrangement. Last time you checked, you did have a good chunk of change in your wallet…a story or two couldn’t hurt, right?

“Uh, sure?”

“Wonderful! Now, sit down,” the woman said, ushering you over to sit at the table with her.

“What’s your name, Miss…?” you ask tentatively.

“Oh! Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? Well, the folks ‘round these parts call me The Storyteller. I guess that’s what you can call me, too, if you’d like.”

The Storyteller…why does that seem familiar?

You can’t remember, not now, in this moment, but something about this woman makes you feel like you’ve seen her before. Heard her voice.

“The Storyteller…alright, then.”

“Now that that’s settled, let’s begin, shall we? Ahem…Once Upon a Time, in a far off world from our own, there lived seven great beings...or so the masses thought they were.”

Came up with this idea after having a 20 minute crying session

This version of Calypso is called “The Storyteller”. Fun fact, this version of her is inspired by/twisted from Scheherazade, go look her up, she’s hella cool love her fr.

I wonder what that book entails…hmm…mysterious indeed…🌚

Basically — think of this version of Calypso as a narrator of sorts. Illuminating the stories of our beloved heroes and villains, making them seemingly come to life. With each story, the listener is finding themselves more entranced by each word.

But, how did she manage to get her hand on this book? It certainly isn’t one you’d find in a library. Well, the answer to that lies in the dark for now. Possibly to be answered later.

Erm lowkey should I make this a thing?? Idk it seems cool lol

Taglist : @nrc-asteryn-crew @night-raven-miscellany @nrc-ramshackle-prefect @floyd-leech-thing @knightcoree

[silver-hwaberry]

THIRTEEN: like high school again

Warnings: suggestive content, mild after sex bruising, some ‘mean girl’ attitudes, swearing

Word count: 5.7K

Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld @kodzukein @elk-1998 @khjcoo @pepperony-7 @ateez-babygirl​

“Morning princess.” Mingi whispers into my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind as I jump slightly.

“No! You should still be in bed!” I whine, “Why are you up?” I ask turning in his arms to face him.

“Because I woke up to find a giant empty space beside me and a delicious and alluring smell of bacon coming through the door.” He smiles at me.

“I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” I pout up at him, my hands flat on his bare chest, moving slowly upwards.

“It should be me making you breakfast.” He grins. “Especially after last night.”

I feel myself blush as I remember the night before. In an attempt to hide my pink cheeks, I pull his head into my neck as I go up on my tiptoes to hug him. I instantly regret doing this as his lips begin to kiss my neck, moving down to my chest.

“Still wearing my shirt I see.” He mumbles, opening one button to reveal the peak of my breasts. “And no bra on either.” He tuts before opening another. “It’s almost like you wanted me to find you in here like this.” His lips move lower as he opens the top of the shirt and places kisses on my breasts.

“Mingi…” I whine pathetically as my head falls back when his lips connect with my nipple. My fingers thread through his hair as he teases it with his tongue before doing the same to the other one.

Mingi suddenly spins us around and lifts me onto the island counter. “At least you are wearing shorts.” He chuckles as he pulls my legs around his waist before kissing me. My arms wrap loosely around his shoulders as I smile into the kiss. His hands move up from my thighs to my waist and around my back. The kiss is slow and soft, but full of passion, too. Little moans and whines coming from us both as we press our bodies closer. One of his hands goes to my thigh, squeezing the flesh before moving underneath the shirt and resting on my lower back.

We are so lost in one another we don’t notice the bacon start to burn until the smell hits us. Mingi immediately pulls away from me and moves the pan off the hob, turning it off at the same time.

“Guess the bacons ruined.” He laughs as he shows me the blackened meat 

“Yeah, there is no saving that.” I giggle as he puts in the bin. “Can’t believe you made me burn my food!”

“Well, maybe next time I won’t give you kisses.” he grins, placing his hands flat on the counter on either side of my hips.

“No!” I pout playfully, pulling him towards me. “I want your kisses.”

“hmm, I don’t know. What if my lips distract you again?” he teases as his lips ghost over my own.

“Next time, I’ll turn the gas off so you can distract me with these lips as much as you want.” I grin before kissing him once more.

“Since the bacon is now ruined, how about I make us something?” he asks as our lips 

“You want to cook for me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

“I didn’t say cook!” He chuckles. “Unless putting milk into cereal and bread into a toaster counts as cooking.” “Bread in the toaster possibly, but milk in cereal, not so much.” I laugh 

“So toast then?” He grins. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath. “That way I can say I cooked for you!”

“Toast sounds good!” I nod softly, kissing him.

He lifts me off the island counter and puts me on the ground, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. I wince lightly at a slight burning in my thighs. Thankfully, Mingi doesn’t see it. We get to work on the toast, Mingi asking if I can make him a cup of my ‘british tea’. I am always trying to convert people to this type of tea as it is honestly the best tea ever, so hearing him ask makes me happy, and smile like an idiot as I pour him a mug. I begin with one sugar and a drop of milk and get him to try it, adjusting each component until it’s at a level he likes and it seems 4 teaspoons of sugar and a standard amount of milk is how he likes it. For me, it is lots of milk and 2 sugars. We eat our toast and drink our tea in the dining area before washing up and going into the lounge.

“When are you going for your run?” Mingi asks as we sit down on the sofa.

“I don’t feel up to it this morning.” I reply as he opens his arms for me to cuddle into him.

“Are you ok?” He asks. “It isn’t like you not to go for a run.”

“I am fine.” I smile at him as we hear someone come downstairs. “More than fine, actually. Just tired from last night.” I add quietly. “In a good way.” I lean up to kiss his cheek. 

While I was tired, I didn’t want to tell him that my thighs and legs were feeling rather tender. When I had woke up this morning, they were aching and there were some bruises on them from the previous nights activities. I was reluctant to let Mingi see them in case he thought he had hurt me, so I pull the bottom of his shirt over my thighs more to cover them.

“Good morning!” Yunhos usual cheery voice says as he walks to the kitchen.

“Morning!” Mingi and I say at the same time and in the same tone, but our eyes focused on one another.

“Did I really tire you out that much?” He whispers, his fingers touching my neck.

“Anyone want coffee?” Yunho’s voice comes from the kitchen

“Well, not so much the first time, but by the third time, I was exhausted.” I grin at him as his face comes closer to mine. “I don’t even know how you had the stamina for that 4th round.” A small giggle escapes me as he looks very pleased with himself.

“Well, to be honest, the 4th time was a lazy spoon.” He smirks as he pulls me onto his lap sideways.

“Lazy? You were rather spirited towards the end.” I raise my eyebrows at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders 

“Coffee? Anyone?” Yunhos voice says again, louder this time.

“We are good.” Mingi replies to him, leaning over. “It was hard not to get ‘spirited’ when you were moaning my name so beautifully, digging your nails into my arm and making me feel so good.” His lips finally touching mine.

I kiss him back as we both giggle. His arms pull me closer to him. I feel like I cannot get enough of him. He has me held tightly to his body, his hands on my waist, his lips on mine, and despite that, I want more of him. I break the kiss to ask if he wants to go back to my bedroom when Yunhos teasing voice comes from the doorway stops me. “So I am assuming you two had a good night?”

I find myself putting my head into Mingis neck, knowing my face is turning red. I feel his arms move higher around me in a protective manner.

“Yunho.” Mingi warns lightly

“I am just messing with you.” Yunho chuckles as I turn my head to look at him while still keeping it safely in Mingis neck. “I am sorry Luna.” he adds with a more sincere tone as he sits on the other side of the sofa from us

“It is ok, I know you are only teasing.” I say “I should go get a shower. I need to leave for the office soon.”

“I can take my coffee upstairs if you two want some more time alone.” Yunho replies as I push myself up from Mingis lap. His hands hold on to my hips, helping to keep me steady. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with what I said.”

“Of course you didn’t. I genuinely need a shower. I feel so icky from last night.” I say as Mingi stifles a laugh and I realise what I’ve said. “I mean from the sweat.” I add, Yunhos turn to hide a laugh “because it was hot! In bed! My room was hot!” With each sentence, I am making it worse and I can feel my face getting redder as they both begin to laugh. “I am just going to shut up.” I say, covering my face.

“Oh princess, don’t be embarrassed.” Mingi laughs as I feel his hands move around my waist, his head resting on my stomach.

“I am not embarrassed, you two are just dirty minded!” I laugh, taking my hand away from my face to play with Mingis hair, but inside I am a tiny bit embarrassed at my stumbling attempt to put across what I meant. It doesn’t help that I am standing here wearing the shirt Mingi was wearing yesterday during his birthday live and Mingi is still in only his boxers. It’s pretty obvious to Yunho that we were together last night.

“I’ll come too. I need to get my things from your room.” Mingi says standing up.

“I’ll see you later on.” I say to Yunho as he smiles back at me, taking a sip of his coffee. Mingi follows me into my bedroom. As I look out my clothes for the day, he collects his things from my bedroom floor. I take off his shirt and replace it with my fluffy dressing gown.

“Thank you for yesterday.” He smiles at me as I hand the shirt back to him. “I enjoyed spending the day with you and the night, too. And not just because of the sex. I’ve loved falling asleep with you in my arms and waking up to you beside me too the past 2 nights.”

“Me too.” I smile as he puts his arms around my shoulders. “I am glad we got time alone together.”

“So am I, princess.” He says before kissing me. I smile into the kiss at the sound of his nickname for me. No one has ever called me this and I like it. I like all the nicknames so far. Seonghwas darling, Yunhos little one, Sans sunshine. It made me feel special to them. The kiss is soft and affectionate. When our lips part he whispers “I hope you know how happy you make all of us.” and instantly my face heats and I know I am blushing like crazy but he pulls me into his body and my face is hidden from view in his bare chest. “I will let you get into the shower.” He says after a few moments of cuddling. “I’ll see you later, though.”

He pulls away from me to look at my face and I pray the blushing has calmed down. It’s still hot so I am not hopeful it has but if it is he isn’t letting on he can see it. Instead, he leans down and kisses me once more before finally letting go of my body. I watch as he puts his trousers on and the shirt that I was wearing the entire night. He smiles softly and says, “smells just like you.”

“I hope that’s in a good way and not a stinky way.” I laugh.

“A very good way. I can smell your perfume on it faintly. I love the way you smell. In a nonperverted way!” He chuckles. “It calms me. Probably why I have slept so well these past 2 nights.”

“Well, I can always spray something with my perfume so you can smell me whenever you want to.” I offer.

He smiles widely at me and I feel a flutter in my heart at how beautiful his smile is, how it honestly lights up the room and makes me smile back at him. “I would really like that.”

An hour later, I am showered and ready to leave for work. Everyone is upstairs getting ready for their own day of work, so I am in the kitchen making sure I have everything I need when Jongho walks in. He stops when he sees me and takes 2 steps backwards and goes around the corner again. I don’t think he realises I saw him out the corner of my eye as my head is down while I finish packing my things. 

He was still reluctant to be alone with me and while I understand why; it was beginning to hurt a little. I was trying hard to put him at ease and be comfortable around me, but there was still some barrier between us. It was mind-boggling too, as we are really chatty to one another but the second we are alone; it is awkward silence, and he leaves as quickly as he can. I am surprised when he comes back in to the kitchen moments after backing out of it. 

“Morning.” He smiles at me, his hand touching my back as he walks past me. I am surprised at the touch, but I don’t mind it either. “Are you coming to the studio with us?” He asks me as he pours himself a coffee

“I will be there later for the fancalls but hopefully I can get there before the performance, but I have 2 meetings in the office today.” I answer, putting my laptop in my bag. “I have my first work review, too.” I sigh lightly as I feel the nerves bubble inside my stomach. 

“You aren’t worried about it, are you?” He asks, walking over to me.

“I keep trying to tell myself it will be fine. It will be like work reviews I’ve had in the past, but I am really anxious.” I decide to be honest instead of putting a fake smile on and lying to him. I softly rub my wrist through my sleeve. It was something I did when I would feel anxious. It was more for reassurance that I am OK, that although I am anxious in that moment that things are not as bad as they once were, and not about hurting myself.

“Please don’t worry.” He says.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I love this job more than anything. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid, what I studied for and came to Korea for. If I lose this job, I don’t know what I will do.” I say, “and then I’ll have to leave you all.” I add quietly 

“Hey, don’t think like that, sweetheart.You aren’t going anywhere.” His hand delicately cups my cheek. I feel my stomach flip at both his touch and the affectionate name. “It will go well. You are the best English teacher we’ve had. You have nothing to worry about.” he carries on, his thumb stroking my face.

“I hope so.” I sigh lightly.

“You want me to break an apple in half?” He grins as I laugh.

He knows how much I love his apple breaking skills.

“Maybe later. If the review goes badly, then I will bring an apple and you can make me forget it with your mad skills.” I say.

“Deal, but it won’t go badly. Trust me.” He smiles. “Still bring an apple, though. I need to impress you and if apple breaking is it, then I’ll break all the damn apples.”

“You don’t need to impress me.” I smile at him.

We share a little moment of silence as we both smile at one another. It isn’t often we are alone like this. “Luna, I was wondering if we could…” He begins but Wooyoung shouting from the lounge that Myeonjin was pulling into the private garage downstairs, makes him stop and he pulls his gaze away from me. I feel my body shift slightly, wondering what he was going to ask, and a little frustrated he got interrupted. Obviously not at anyone in particular, just in general. 

I am about to ask him what he was saying when he lifts my bag and puts it over my shoulder, gently removing my hair from the strap so it didn’t get caught. I feel suddenly shy as he smiles at me. This is the most affectionate he has been with me.

“It’s cold this morning.” He says, pulling both sides of my long grey coat together and doing the buttons. My heart is racing and I pray he can’t feel it through my chest as his fingers close the buttons at the top of my coat.

“You look really pretty today.” He says quietly, his hand touching my face again. “Well, everyday I mean. But especially today.” He adds rather quickly as I smile gently at how flustered he has suddenly become.

“Thank you Jongho.” I say softly. “I guess I’ll see you later at the studio.” I reluctantly move away from him and towards the hallway.

“Luna!” I hear him say, causing me to turn around. I see he is holding up an apple in both hands and he very easily and perfectly splits it down the middle, a massive smile on his face.

“Bravo!” I laugh and clap as he hands me one half.

“Eat this in the car and don’t worry about your meetings.” He smiles at me before taking a bite from the other half.

As I walk into the hallway to put my shoes on, I see Yeosang standing there with a smile on his face, holding my usual sneakers in his hand. “What are you doing?” I giggle as he signals for me to sit down on the small bench.

“Putting your sneakers on for you.” He smiles as I sit down. A small hiss escapes me as a pain shoots through my legs at dropping onto the bench too quickly 

“Are you okay?” He asks looking into my eyes 

“Fine, sat down too fast. Hit my back off the wall. My clumsiness kicking in as usual!” I laugh. I wasn’t about to tell him my legs were aching because Mingi and I were having sex most of the night!

“As long as you are not hurt!” He says 

“I am all good!” I smile at him.

I watch his face as he puts my sneakers on and ties them. I’ve never had someone do these things for me, little things like this, but I am enjoying these things they all do for me. He fixes the bottom of my trousers over the sneakers before standing up and holding out his hand for me. As soon as I am upright, his lips capture mine. It takes me by surprise, but I melt into him. My fingers grip onto the sides of his t-shirt. One hand cups my cheek and the other moves to my lower back, pulling me closer to him as he backs me up against the wall. 

This was twice now he has got me in the hallway, trapped between himself and the wall and I was not complaining at all. I like this side of Yeosang, the assertive, almost dominant side that I never expected from him. My mind wonders if he is this way in bed, too, which causes my fingers to grip his T-shirt tighter at the sheer idea of it. My thoughts are interrupted when he pulls his lips away from mine.

“I’ll see you at the studio later.” He says, his tone is more of a question than a statement.

“Of course.” I reply, looking into his brown eyes. “I will be there as soon as I’ve finished at the office.”

“Good.” He sighs lightly, almost in relief that I will be there. “I’ll let you go to work.” He pulls away from me more, but I lean forward and kiss his lips once more. Craving just one more fleeting kiss from him before I have to leave. He smiles shyly at me when we part and he opens the door for me. “I’ll see you later.” I say, smiling at him as I walk out the door. Once again, I walk towards the lift as if I am floating on a cloud. This was becoming a habit now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The conference room is already busy when I walk in. I find a seat in the corner and sit down. I hadn’t really had a proper chance to speak to the other staff members yet, and this was my first official meeting, too. Everyone was talking happily to one another as I sat by myself. In the opposite corner I see the 2 staff members from the other day. They are whispering things to one another and giggling. Just like the other day.

“Ok, everyone is here, so let’s get started.” Myeonjin says as he walks in.

The entire room goes quiet and I see most people opening their laptops and begin typing. I quickly open mine and log in. This is my first meeting, and no one has briefed me on what it was about, what I would do in it, etc. So I decide to just copy what others are doing. I notice the guy beside me has a text document open, so I open mine.

“We have a lot of things coming up so everyone will be busy. As usual, I urge you all to work together and help others wherever possible!” He says, his eyes focusing on the 2 women in the corner. “Once promotions are over, we have a lot of filming schedules coming up. Both as a group and individually.”

My eyes shift to the laptop beside me and I see the guy is typing pretty much what Myeonjin is saying.

“Before we start, it is important that you all need to know that we have a member of staff who has severe allergies.” He says as I feel my stomach drop. I did not know he was going to mention this. I look up from my laptop at him, my eyes wide. “While on tour and in the office, there will be no seafood available.” I hear a couple of people groan lowly, clearly annoyed.

“Why?!” I hear one of the women asks loudly

“Because it is too dangerous, Chaeyoung!” Myeonjin sighs

“So why not just keep that ‘member of staff’ away from the food and let us enjoy what we want to eat?” She asks. I notice she looks me dead in the eyes and has a tone of disgust in her voice as she says ‘member of staff’. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.

“That is not how it works. A food allergy as severe as this needs to be taken serious. If you want seafood, you are welcome to buy your own and consume it in a safe place.” He replies. “I am sure you all remember the peanut incident last year!”

“So because one person can’t tolerate it, we have to use our own money to buy our own?” She continues. “How is that fair? It is just one person!!”

“A food allergy is a little more than not being able to ‘tolerate’ a certain food!” one of the hair stylists Jiyeon says. “Because someone left peanuts in the makeup room at my workstation, I ended up in hospital!” I didn’t realise she had a food allergy. 

“So dramatic! You coughed, got a shot with that thing in your bag and were fine!” Chaeyoung scoffs and I am shocked. At her attitude and her words. Anaphylaxis shock is more than a cough. Having to get an epi-pen shot isn’t nice and you certainly aren’t ‘fine’ after it either. Even a small one can leave you exhausted for days afterwards. I see Jiyeon shoot Chaeyoung daggers with her eyes before looking away from her.

“Chaeyoung I will not argue with you on this matter!” Myeonjin interjects. “We will still provide food for staff members, but if anyone wants seafood, you pay for it yourself, consume it in a safe manner and not in a work environment either.”

“This is bullshit.” The other woman says under her breath, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Which is exactly what she wanted, given the smirk on her face right now.

“Same goes for you, Iseul! If anyone else has a problem with this, then feel free to come talk to me about it. I will not discuss this any further in here!” He says sternly.

My eyes look towards the 2 women and I can see them staring at me. Their eyes are narrowed, and it is making me feel really uncomfortable. I begin to wonder what I did to make them act this way towards me when I have had none direct contact with them yet.

“Ignore them.” I hear from beside me. I look at the guy who’s laptop I kept looking at seeing him smile at me. “They are always causing a fuss about something. It’s like high school all over again with those two around!” I smile politely at him and bow my head slightly. “I know we haven’t properly met yet, but I am Hyunshik.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I am Luna.” I whisper back before Myeonjin continues.

“First things first, we have the upcoming trip to LA for KCon. There are a lot of schedules for them while we are there. Not just performing, and interviews but fansigns and in person events. Luna, you will be working at every event if the guys need any help with their English.” He says, looking at me as I nod and type what he has said. I hear yet another snigger from across the table. I wonder what their problem is and why they keep laughing in my direction. “If it isn’t too much trouble for everyone to pay attention please!” he adds, looking at them

“Sorry.” Iseul says, but you could tell there was nothing genuine in her apology at all.

“We have provisional dates for the Europe tour in the new year, but we won’t be announcing them until we have confirmation from the venues. Luna, I’ll have a meeting with you closer to the time to discuss the live onstage translations.” I nod and type away on my laptop. “First, we have the US tour dates ready to be released later this week. We have completed the tour set list. The band’s rehearsals will begin as soon as the promotions are over. Stylists will have a meeting tomorrow to begin work on the outfits.”

The rest of the meeting goes without anymore interruptions. If you ignore the whispering and quiet giggles from Chaeyoung and Iseul that is! When it is finished I pack my things.

“It was nice to meet you properly.” Hyunsik says to me.

“You too!” I smile at him.

“Not everyone is like the mean twins over there.” he tilts his head towards them. “Most of us are nice! Some of us are going out for a meal tomorrow night. You are more than welcome to join us.”

“That would have been nice, but I already have plans. Sorry!” I say. San and I had already planned to watch some more of The Sound of Magic after work.

“Maybe next time! We usually go out once a month.” he replies.

“Yeah, maybe.” I nod, smiling. “Anyway, I better go. I have my first work review meeting and then I am going to the studio for the fan calls.”

“I’ll see you around.” he smiles back before picking up his laptop and leaving the conference room.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When I walk into the band’s private waiting area at the studio, they are all sitting around. I suddenly feel everything from today pile on top of me and my body feels really heavy. Yunho is the first to see me walk in and comes over.

“How were your meetings?” He asks, hugging me placing a subtle kiss on my forehead

“They were fine.” I reply, forcing a smile.

“No, they weren’t. What happened?” He leans down to look into my eyes. Yunho always seems to know when things aren’t right and quick to pick up on other peoples emotions. I was a fool to think he wouldn’t notice. The others are looking at me now as I drop my bag onto the table and sigh.

“Was it your work review meeting?” Jongho asks, standing up from his seat, and I can see the concern in his eyes. 

“No Jongho, my work review actually went amazing.” I say, looking at him. “All positive!” I rub at my wrist, feeling my anxiety creep in as all their eyes are on me now. I notice Hongjoongs eyes looking at it, so I immediately stop.

“I told you it would be fine.” He smiles at me.

“What happened in your other meetings?” Hongjoong asks 

“Nothing really happened.” I lie. I don’t want to tell them about Chaeyoung and Iseul. “Myeonjin mentioned my allergies in the main meeting, and I didn’t know he was going to do it. It just took me by surprise, is all.”

“Ah, we didn’t know either.” Seonghwa says, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“I am so sorry! We should have spoken to him properly. Let him know how you feel about it all. What did he say?” Hongjoong asks.

“Just that a ‘member of staff’ has severe allergies and seafood won’t be allowed anymore. He was trying to be discreet by not naming me, but everyone knew it was me. I am the only new member of staff and there has never been a seafood issue before me. It just made me feel awkward, was all.” I say as they look at me. “I am fine now though, honestly!” I add as Wooyoung pulls me into his arms, placing a kiss on the side of my head. I put my arms around him and sink into his embrace, burying my head into his neck. I feel at ease now I am with them again.

After a line of greetings, hugs and some kisses from the others, they go back to what they were doing before I came in, but Hongjoong stays beside me.

“Luna, could I have a quick word with you? In private?” He asks quietly. I nod and follow him into a side room that is empty. He closes the door and turns to me. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am fine! Honestly, I am.” I answer.

“I know you don’t enjoy being fussed over and I am sure being asked if you are ok falls heavily into that category, so I apologise.” He says, locking eyes with me. “But I need to know how you are really feeling. I… I don’t want anything to happen to you or for you to feel… you know.”

And I do know. It’s crystal clear he is talking about my mental health and what I did to myself, but he is trying to be discreet about the subject.

“The bipolar and the scars, you mean.” I say as he nods slowly. “You can say the words, you know. I won’t get upset.”

“I saw you were rubbing harshly at your arm.” He says. “I can’t lie, but it sort of made me concerned.”

“It is fine. I am not just saying that. It’s a thing I do whenever I feel a bit… overwhelmed, I guess, is the term to describe it. I don’t know how to explain why I do it without sounding crazy. Which is ironic given I have the crazy condition!” I say.

“I don’t want to hear you call yourself that. You aren’t crazy!” He says, stepping forward and reaching for my hand. “Just say it how it is. I won’t judge.” I know he won’t, but I’ve never actually said these words out loud. No one has ever noticed me doing it before either and if they have, they’ve never asked about it.

“When I do that, it’s not in a way to harm myself or that I am thinking of doing it, but it is in a way of comfort. It is like in that moment things may feel bad or overwhelming, but it isn’t as bad as it could be.” I answer, praying I am making some sense to him. “Sometimes I don’t realise I am doing it.”

“So you aren’t feeling the need to.. do anything then when you rub at it?” He asks. His eyes are big and I can see the genuine concern for me in them.

“Absolutely not!” I say, holding his hands tighter. “It is like a reminder that things are ok and that I am ok. It’s crazy, I know, but…” and I struggle to find the words to finish my sentence.

“It helps keep you grounded?” He ventures. I smile at him and nod because he got it in one. “Ok, that’s good. I understand.” He sighs lightly and honestly, he looks slightly relieved, too.

“Joongie, I don’t want you to worry about me. I’ve been stable for a long time and I can’t see anything changing that anytime soon. Not when I have 8 really amazing guys taking care of me the way you all do.” I say to him. He smiles at me, his hands letting go of mine and moving to my waist, pulling me into him. “And yes, while I don’t like being fussed over. For all of you, I think I can make the exception. It comes from a good place, and it is not overbearing.” 

“Are you actually giving us permission to fuss over you?” He grins at me, his arms moving higher.

“Maybe a little.” I giggle, putting my arms around his waist. “Today was a hard day, but now that I am here with you, I feel better now.” I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying this moment with him. “A lot better.” I sigh happily.

“I feel better too. Now you are here.” He replies.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #336

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

I went straight to the auditorium when the final bell rang. Wednesdays were rehearsal days, which meant Ocean and I were going to practice our lines. I had a bit of a bone to pick with her - she wouldn’t quit following me around everywhere, to the point of spying on me at least twice this week. She refused to stop before, but maybe I could convince her.

Who was I kidding? That was never going to work.

“Hey,” I said, frowning at her and I plopped my backpack on the floor with the others.

“Heyo,” she replied, deeply focused and scribbling on a notebook in her hand. Her tongue stuck out a bit from the side of her mouth.

“I asked you to stop following me…”

“Did I say I would stop?”

“No, but…”

“Then why are you so surprised?” She looked up at my face and studied it, squinting. She went back to the notebook.

“I shouldn’t have to debate you to get you to stop stalking me. Don’t make me get a restraining order or something.”

“Hmm… yeah, that would make the play pretty awkward, wouldn’t it?”

“Uh… yes?”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it then. I’ll make sure you don’t see me anymore except when you want to.”

Did that mean she was going to stop watching me, or that she was going to be less obvious about it?

Celeste scoffed. “You know what, Trevor? You ought to just get away from this girl. This whole play-acting thing was a bad idea from the start. Tell your Pops you got stage fright and quit.”

You were the one telling me not to lie, Celeste. What are you hiding?

“I’m not hiding anything. I just think it was wrong of me to make so many changes to your life all of a sudden. Irresponsible, really.” She put her hand over her heart. “It’s my fault.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down.

“It’s okay if you talk to her here,” Ocean said, still sketching.

“Talk to who?” I replied, feigning ignorance mostly for the sake of anyone else who might be paying attention.

“Celeste is her name, right? You can just talk to her. You don’t have to stand there quiet and try to think your words at her. Not around me, anyway.” She paused and listened to someone who wasn’t there. “But I don’t see the problem. Everyone is weird here.” She furrowed her brow. “I don’t know what that word means, Tracey.”

She was taking her own advice, I guess.

Celeste spoke with urgency. “Whatever you do, do not take her advice.”

I agreed on that point. I was intrigued by whatever Ocean was drawing, so I tried to take a peek. She responded by slapping my head with the notebook.

“Ow!” I rubbed my head.

“Don’t do that again.” Ocean scolded me. “This is my diary. It’s private.”

“Can I just see what you’re drawing?”

She glared at me.

“Please?”

She pondered for a moment. “Okay.”

She folded it back on itself and presented the page she’d been drawing on. It was a portrait, a very realistic looking one at that, of a woman. A woman who looked very familiar. Sort of like my mother.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“No one.” She replied, slamming the book shut. “Now let’s get started on these lines.” She handed me a stapled-together script, labeled with the name of the show.

“Hold on.” I scratched my head. “Why does this say The Wizard of Oz on it?”

“That’s the name of the play.”

“No, I thought we were doing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?”

She looked at me like I was crazy, which was especially disquieting since she was easily crazier than me. I looked to Celeste for guidance - she was the one who told me what the play was in the first place, after all.

“Hey! Don’t look at me!” Celeste was defensive. “I didn’t pull the name out of my ass, I’ve got a poster right here.” She held up a sheet of paper, but I couldn’t read it. It was blurry, hazy, and a little translucent - more so than she was, that’s for sure.

“I can’t read that,” I replied, under my breath.

“Oh no…” Celeste took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, I should have seen this coming. I didn’t, but I should have. It’s bad news… very bad news… but it makes sense given what I know. Oh, I screwed up bad this time.”

“What’s going on?” Ocean asked, seemingly concerned for my wellbeing.

“I… um… it’s nothing,” I replied, flipping through the script. My lines were highlighted - I was the Straw Man. “I just meant the writing is really bad. It’s going to be hard to read this.”

“It’s not nothing!” Celeste asserted. “I think it’s a Mandala Effect!”

Don’t you mean -

“No, I don’t mean ‘Mandela Effect’. It’s a Mandala Effect, so named because of sand mandalas which are… oh forget it, I’ll tell you later.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ocean asked.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“Hm.” She pouted. “‘Fine’ is not the same as ‘okay’.”

“Whatever.”

“‘Fine’ is what people say when they aren’t okay but they don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then I’m fine.” I frowned. “Can we start rehearsing now?”

She nodded, but there was concern in her eyes. What right did she have to care about me when we practically met yesterday?

I took a deep breath and started reading aloud. “Gosh, Dorothy, you sure ain’t in Kansas anymore…”

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[ryuichirou]

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A couple of replies about our anniversary drawing, and a couple of random twst ones.

Anonymous asked:

Happy 14th Anniversary, you two! 🥳🥳

Thank you very much, Anon!! 💕💕

tardigrade-misfit asked:

Oh wow! The murder mystery art is just… WOW

I love how its like one of those pictures where the longer you look the more you find. And is that a gun in Floyd’s pants?

Also, Lilia holding the meat cleaver and with that hairstyle is strangely hot?? I feel like I shouldn’t be looking… 🫣

And happy 14th anniversary!

Thank you so much for your kind words!! 💖💖

I’m very happy to hear that; we put a lot of effort into that one, so it’s amazing to hear that you can look at it for a while and discover new things that are hidden on it! There aren’t much, we couldn’t come up with anything super smart, but some of the elements ended up being quite sneaky lol

It is indeed a gun in Floyd’s pants :3c And I’m glad you like this sexy grandpa and his meat cleaver! Hehe.

In a way it’s a shame that their outfits ended up being hidden for the most part. Maybe I should draw them in this universe again at some point.

thestarlightfae asked:

Who did they kill? Did Ortho help?

This is a mystery for Idia to solve 🥰 All of them look so innocent though, including Ortho! Not a single suspicious bone in their bodies.

maximumalmonduniversitysports asked:

Is Night Raven representative of Twisted Wonderland as a whole? Like how their students act and interact with others?

Hmm, do you mean Twisted Wonderland as in the universe or as in the game? Regardless, I don’t think so 🤔 Depends on what you mean though.

There are all kinds of people in Twisted Wonderland, including Neige and the other boys from RSA, so the “good guys” are also a big part of Twisted Wonderland. So I guess not everyone is petty and annoying to each other lol

But then again, it’s not like NRC boys are only petty and annoying and nothing else: they are capable of all kinds of feelings and interactions, and are mostly viewed as “villains” by us the viewers/players because we know who they are inspired by… They can have their dark hints and moments and express negative emotions without the threat of being a “bad example” to the audience. It feels wonderful to have a piece of media like that.

Anonymous asked:

Would Meleanor be a top or a bottom? Or would she be the first switch in this franchise?

To be 100% certain we’d have to look at her first, buuuut I’m almost sure she’ll end up being a bottom mainly due to my own feelings for her lol Plus, due to her similarity to Malleus!

Anonymous asked:

Are you going to draw Crowley soon?

Depends on whether Crowley is going to make me want to draw him soon or not; or if someone from Ko-Fi requests him lol We rarely make plans like that, so if I draw Crowley sometime in the future, it’s probably going to be spontaneous.

I don’t mind drawing Crowley, I love his design, but I don’t have any plans for him right now.

[bre-meister]

Hey

I hope you are doing well. Okay since you did ask. How about a short story where Claire comes back after the events from revelations 2 and Leon teases her about Neil that he was right about him all along. Just a fun little story, please?

Thanks for the kind words! So I guess this could be considered a continuation of the fic I wrote about Revelations 2. I hope I made it fluffy enough.

“You can say it, ya know.”

It’s dark in their room when she speaks. They’re in bed having finally turned in for the night after putting both of the children to bed. Isabel had been hardest to sleep in their room for the night - a habit she’d picked up while Claire was gone and had kept once she’d gotten back. Claire was loathe to take away this comfort from her daughter but it was a habit that did not need to be reinforced.

Not to mention this was the first time since she was discharged from the hospital about a month ago that she got to sleep in her own bed with her husband alone. Just the two of them. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying the comforting feeling of being held by him without another small body between them.

“Hmm?”

He seems so relaxed. One arm tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around her shoulders. She’s pressed so deeply into his side that she feels the rumble in his chest before she hears it.

“I told you so. I know you’ve probably been waiting to say it. I think I’m finally ready to admit you were right about Niel.”

“I don’t know what upsets me more, the fact that you think I’d say that or the fact that I can’t really say it.”

“What do you mean?” She shifts in his arms slightly so she could better see his face. He’s looking at the ceiling when he answers.

“I was totally convinced that Niel had a thing for you and I think past experiences proved me right there.” Claire snorts but Leon continues,

“Never would have guessed he was a money hungry, egotistical bastard that would quite literally sell out all of his employees to the very same people they were fighting against.”

They’re both silent and for a moment. Claire thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep. Finally taken over by the exhaustion of the day.

“Actually, what makes me the most angry is that I didn’t see it coming. I was so preoccupied with our dumb little dick measuring contest that I never realized what he was doing.”

“None of us did and we worked with him every day.” Claire traces her hands across his chest hoping that the small patterns would offer him more comfort than her words.

“No sense in dwelling on it now.”

Her hands still. She sits up slightly so she can look down at him, pleasant suprise written on her face.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

“I don’t know. All that time we spent not knowing where you were or if you were ok? I guess I just decided to stop worrying about things that don’t matter, that I don’t have control over. Life’s to short and we’re reminded of that everyday in our line of work.”

The arm he’d previously been using to hold her comes up to tuck a strand of her short hair behind her ears.

“I don’t want to spend all my time thinking about what I should have seen or done when it comes to that weasel,” he continues. Voice quiet and sincere in the dark,

“I’d rather think about you and our girls. All the ways I’m going to spoil you,” the hand in her had stills, fingers wrapped gently around a strand he’d been toying with.

“How beautiful you look with short hair.”

She smiles and hopes that he can see it in the dark. It’s the first time he’s directly acknowledged her new haircut. She’s shorn it off in their bathroom last week but had finally broken down yesterday and went to an actual salon to let someone fix the uneven ends.

She liked the new look and felt a small burst of appreciation that he did as well. It was a small bit of change that she could control after the island - cutting her hair. She knows Leon understands why as well. It’s one of the many things she loves about him.

“I love you,” she whispers as she settles back into the side of his body. Not wanting to speak too loudly for fear of ending this moment between them.

He plates a kiss on her hairline and returns the sentiments with his lips still on her skin.

“I don’t think I say that enough.”

“You say it everyday,” she giggles.

“Not enough.” She can feel the earnest love in his voice.

“Well, you have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”