#i looked down and it was already past the 1st so i had to rush out the first handful

[softranswolves]

Multiamory May (with ships from a generator):

The boys who carry guilt and love equally

[darby-rowe]

ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[dwaekkicidal]

Sharing is Caring [3: HyunLix]

˚ʚHyunLix x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Hyunjin and Felix take after their leader, using their way to push your body just far enough past its limit.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 4.4k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, chanlix mxm mentions before the 1st divider, ot8 x reader mentions, chris x reader fluff in the very beginning, 'baby girl' and 'princess' used (1) time each, threesome, rough sex, mentions of chan/chris x reader and filming+sharing the video, hard(?)dom hyunjin, soft dom lix, overstimulation, filming, fingering, squirting, yellow from the light system is called (1) time, p in v (be safe about it irl), oral (f and Hyun receiving), spanking, slight aftercare mentions, that should be all?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: we dont talk about how late this is lol. Also sorry if the plot parts seem rushed >< I didn’t know what else to fluff it up with but there was already so many words so i left it as is lol

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Chris’ hands roam up and down your back as the two of you lay on the couch in his dorm, you settled between his legs and draped lazily over his torso. His chin pokes at the top of your head as he strains himself slightly to look down, eyes sparkling with nothing but admiration and love. You stare up with a similar expression, a small smile taking over your features as the TV show is long forgotten.

“I’ve missed this.” His voice comes out hushed and quiet as he tries to keep this moment private, not taking even the slightest chance to wake up his roommates. It was super late into the night, past 2 am if you had to guess, and this was the first time in weeks he had gotten alone time with you.

You smile a little wider and nod, resting your cheek near his shoulder as a hand comes up to rest on his cheek. “It has been a while. The boys have been throwing me between each other so I haven’t had any alone time with you. Let alone one on one time with the others-'' He laughs before quieting himself again, “Yeah… They really have.”

A comfortable silence fills between you two for a while after that until you notice that Chris is making a weird face, a cute one though. It’s the face he makes when he’s thinking about something really hard so you poke him a few times, tickling him in an attempt to get an explanation out of him. He smiles at you again and thinks to himself as if he is trying to find the right words. “How do you think I should go about trying to sleep with one of the other boys?” The question makes you perk up and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Sleep as in… have sex with?” You laugh lightly before laying back down against his chest. “Is this about Han?” He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Yes and no? Uh… basically that first night we opened up the relationship, Han told me that he messes around with Felix sometimes. I’ve always been interested in Lix, but it's gotten worse lately. I just don’t know how to go about it…”

You massage his ear as you get lost in thought, tenderly rubbing the area there in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I mean… realistically, you could just be honest with him. I mean, this is Felix we’re talking about. I don’t think you could offend him or cross a line with him even if you tried.” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“If it would make you feel better, I can tell him that you want to talk about something and get the two of you some alone time. I can even distract the boys for you if you need it.” You both laugh and he nods in agreement.

He deems it bedtime not long after that, helping you to your feet before joining you on the short journey to his bedroom. Already being in your pajamas, you just throw yourself on his mattress and groan when he throws himself on top of you. Some giggles are exchanged before he normally lays on his back and pulls you into his chest, smiling to himself as you nod off.

“Good night, baby girl. I love you.”

It was around noon the next day when you woke up. You were used to the feeling of the bed being empty thanks to Chris’ tendency to leave early and head to the studio with the other two producers. However, today was a little different thanks to an unknown figure who throws themself on the bed behind you, wrapping their arms around you and whispering a deep “Good morning.”

Hyunjin walks into your vision and smiles sweetly, laying down in front of you and snuggling close to you. He shoves his face into your neck and places tickling kisses there as you come to your senses. Felix pokes his head out from behind you and pulls you to lay on your back before assaulting your face with kisses, causing you to smile and wiggle between the two of them. 

After a while of cuddling and sleepy kisses, the three of you eventually get up in order to get some food in your stomachs. As you all ate, Felix explained that everybody else was busy doing their own things and he was lonely in the other dorm, so he came over to spend some time with you and Hyunjin. Then, once everybody ate, Hyunjin dragged you out to the living room to hang out with them despite your pleas to go back to bed and nap, which is how you all ended up cuddling on the couch watching Felix play Tekken (and losing miserably).

The boys sometimes snuck you kisses between rounds, conversing with each other and updating you about the newest songs or choreos as well as any promotions you were unaware of. You could tell something else was on their minds though. Between matches Felix would nervously bite his lip and try to sneak his hand to his neck, checking the pulse while he and Hyunjin exchanged weird faces at each other. You ignored it at first, but once Hyunjin started fidgeting from his spot beside you, you finally made them spit it out.

Now… Both men were aware of how you could squirt. Hell, the whole group was! They all witnessed it themselves when a 3-minute video was sent to the group chat a week ago: the video containing your lower half with Chris’ fingers shoved deep into your cunt that spewed a waterfall towards him and his phone’s lens. They all admitted how insanely hot it was, but ultimately moved on from it and hadn’t brought it up again. These two, however, just could not get it out of their heads. More so, they wondered if they could get you to that point and wanted to experiment.

And that is unfortunately how you found yourself in your current situation. An hour later with both men on each end of you; Felix sitting up on his knees with your head in his lap and Hyunjin between your legs, holding them open as he ate you out like it was the last meal he would get his hands on. They had spent the first 30 minutes or so minutes on foreplay, riling you up in all your favorite ways before you were even given the chance to undress. And since then, they managed to pull multiple orgasms from your body in this same position. They insisted on making you squirt their way instead of Chris’; meaning they slowly relaxed you and your body with foreplay for as long as they desired before using meticulous movements to overwhelm you. 

“You can do it, love. You gotta make a mess for us so we can fuck you.” The deep voice in your ear pulls you back down to earth and you shiver in his hold when his fingers return to your nipples like they had before your last orgasm hit. You can only nuzzle your cheek further into his thigh, letting out pathetic moans as the onslaught between your legs continues. Hyunjin never once pulled away from you, instead mumbling his response against your clit while his fingers hooked themselves inside of you.

They could tell you were close again and they worked harder, desperately wanting to see you squirt with their own eyes, not through the pixels of their phones. You knew yourself that you were almost to that point, you could feel it in your bones, but you also weren’t used to the gentleness of things. Chris always bullied his fingers in you aggressively, though extremely pleasurable at the same time, so you needed a little something else to push you over the edge. And, somehow, the younger of the two was already way ahead of you.

One of his hands was removed from your chest and in the corner of your blurry eyes, you could see him reach for a thin black object. The sudden bell-like sound of a recording beginning was played right next to your ear. You blinked away the blurriness in your eyes and watched as Felix panned his phone down to Hyunjin’s face, zoning in on the tongue licking shapes into your clit. He then moved the phone right under your face and zoomed in, letting you get an enhanced sight of the boy between your thighs and making you moan loudly.

Your eyelids tried to flutter shut but you held them open, desperate to watch the enhanced image of your beautiful boyfriend’s face that was glistening from your juices. Hyunjin caught on fast and tried to rile you up more, teasingly staring straight into the camera lens and licking a long and rough line along your clit. You even got a short glimpse of his tongue literally dripping from your cum as he pulled away to reposition his tongue inside of you.

Felix takes the chance to remove his free hand from your chest and reach forward, rubbing his fingers messily around your clit. It was all too much. Felix’s phone pointing at you as he humps the air by your head and occasionally pinches your clit mixed with Hyunjin’s long fingers bullying against your g-spot all while his tongue curves at the very entrance of your cunt and while he stares up at you intensely has you overwhelmed in all the right ways.

Your head is thrown back as you moan pathetically at the feeling of you gushing. Your legs desperately try to close around Hyunjin’s head, but Felix removes the hand on your clit and drops the phone on the bed to wrap his hands around the underside of your knees, holding them to your chest and giving Hyunjin the freedom to continue bullying your cunt.

With your head thrown back against Felix’s thigh, you don’t get to watch as Hyunjin backs away slightly, moving the hand that was resting on your thigh to rub roughly against your clit in order to pull more from you as his shirt gets completely soaked. While he does this, his long fingers continue to curve upwards and dig into your G-spot.

"F-Fuck! Wait!!" You moan out a cry and shoot your arms down to push his hands away, only for his now-soaked hand to come up and take hold of both of your wrists. They hold you tightly like this, keeping you in place as they push your body’s limits. What feels like hours of begging passes before you genuinely feel like you’re gonna pass out. The amount of wetness that falls from you has lessened more and more as they continue, but it hasn’t completely stopped so you knew they would have kept going.

“O-Okay, okay! No more, p-please- Yellow!" In an instant, Hyunjin’s hands stop their movements and Felix loosens his hold on your legs, finally allowing them to slam shut as the aftershocks take over your body. Felix’s hands move up to your head, where he strokes your cheeks and coos at you. He lays down beside you and kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in your ears as you come down.

“Haha.. you okay, pretty?” Hyunjin’s hands rest on your calves, soothingly rubbing the area there as he waits patiently for an answer.

“You… You guys are fucking d-demons…” you gasp out with shaky breaths. “Even Chris didn’t try to push it for that long.” Felix giggles, pulling away from your ear to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. “We gotta prepare you, baby. I know Seungmin really liked seeing you squirt. ‘Said he was gonna learn from Channie how to do it fast so he can do it to you himself.”

Hyunjin leans forward and places soft kisses on your calves, “It’s better that we got to you before he did. You know how he is.” Instantly images of your past experiences with the boy in question flood your mind, and you clench at the thought of his mean-ass in Hyunjin’s place. 

“Fuck.. Don’t tell me that... That’s so hot.” They both chuckle and continue to dote on you, even long after your body has calmed down and your breaths returned.

“You gonna let us fuck you now, baby?” Your eyes snap open at the deep whisper in your ear. You glance down and watch as Hyunjin silently studies your lower half, now shirtless and taking in every little detail as if he wanted to paint you. Hell. He probably is going to. Felix’s hands rub up and down your tummy as a silent reminder that he asked a question. “Mhm.”

“Gonna let me take care of you?” Hyunjin’s damp fingers draw shapes into your thigh with your release, trailing some of it to your hole where he dips a finger in experimentally. You whine in agreement and allow Hyunjin to flip you over, landing you on your knees as he pulls you up against his chest. You smile and lean back, relishing in the warmth he gives off. His hand reaches up and tilts your head sideways, allowing him to lock lips with you. He smiles into the kiss and his hands roam all over your body, occasionally stopping at your hips to give your ass a good squeeze.

He pulls away slightly and speaks while his lips ghost yours, “Ready, Princess?” You whine out an “mhm” and he slides his dick through your folds, pushing in after the 3rd swipe. Moans fill the room from both of you at the feeling of him pushing in and stretching your walls farther than their fingers. He pushes his lips against yours again, pushing a few more inches in before stopping to let you adjust. It doesn’t take long, thanks to their onslaught earlier, and he easily finds a comfortable pace to start with.

Though, that one is quickly thrown out the window when your walls start to wrap around his dick tightly. Out of nowhere his right hand pushes against your back, shoving you forward so you’re on your hands and knees as he speeds up. Your arms wobble as he continues to fuck you, and you end up completely missing the dip in the bed in front of you. It’s not until Hyunjin’s big hand wraps into your hair and angles your head backward that you notice the pretty boy sitting in front of you.

It’s an uncomfortable angle, but Felix quickly distracts you by pushing his lips against yours. His right hand lovingly settles on your cheek as Hyunjin fucks into you, getting rougher with each passing second. Eventually, Felix pulls away, settling against the headboard again as he strokes himself sluggishly to the sight of you getting fucked.

Once he’s sat, Hyunjin takes the chance to go even deeper, now pushing your face into the sheets as he pounds into you roughly. Your hands clench the sheets and try to push your torso back up only for him to grab your arms and hold you down. His hands position on your upper arms and he uses some of his body weight to hold you down, keeping you still for him as he continues to fuck you open.

He goes deeper at this angle, faintly pushing against your cervix while simultaneously ramming into your G-spot. And when he’s fucking you this good, barely giving you time to think, your orgasm sneaks up on you all too easily. Tears fall from your eyes against the sheets and your legs shake as he drags another orgasm through your body. Your moans become choked as he continues to hold you down. He feels you cum around him and, thankfully for you, the clenching around him was all he needed to finish.

Your tight walls milk him dry as he rides his own orgasm, using you like a fleshlight while he does so. He moans loudly and thrusts sharply a few more times before slowly pulling out. Your body reacts with an aggressive shiver and he giggles, placing a kiss on your ass as his fingers try to soothe your arm in case he was too rough.

You’re thankful for it and it feels great, though it leaves your mind soon after due to how watery your brain has become. All the orgasms have started to catch up to you and your whole body feels like mush. You’re nothing more than a blob melted into the sheets as your boyfriends’ hands run all over your body. The only slightly grounding thing that pulls your mind back to earth is the deep voice that rings in your ears.

“How are you, baby? Talk to me.” You look up to see Felix hovering over you, face scrunched in concern. You chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “‘M good, I promise. My body jus’ feels like putty right now.” You giggle again and he finally relaxes, leaning forward to place kisses along the tear streaks on your cheeks. 

Despite the sweet moment you share with your boyfriend, your worn-out body craves for more. One of your hands unwraps from his neck and rakes down his back, digging your nails into the skin there playfully. Then, the hand still around his neck wraps into his hair and tugs it lightly. He moans into the kiss and unintentionally bucks his hips against yours, growling as he pulls away. “Baby…”

You hold back a laugh and peck his lips, pushing him over and flipping your positions so that you’re straddling his hips. His still-hard cock is sitting directly under your crotch and you teasingly grind against it. He sighs happily and his eyes flutter shut for a moment and his hands reach out to grab your hips tightly.

“Can I ride you, Lixie?” His eyes snap open and he nods desperately. He dives a hand between you and grabs his base, angling himself upwards as you lift your hips. His other hand rests on your hip tightly and, once his tip pokes at your entrance, he pulls you back down into him. The slide makes you whine, still overly sensitive. But you’ll be damned if you’re not getting both men tonight.

Both of his hands rest on your hips, drawing circles into your skin there as you take deep breaths. You sit there for a while it seems because before you have time to adjust fully, a harsh slap is sent to your ass. You were caught off guard, not expecting such a powerful hit from the boy below you who tended to be softer with you. But then, you’re reminded that your other boyfriend was still in the room. The older man lands another smack, unhappy with your still unmoving form.

“What happened to wanting to ride him, Princess?” He wraps a hand around your torso, angling it up to wrap around your neck as his other rests just above Felix’s on your hip. He uses the grip there to start moving you, bouncing you up and down, albeit slowly at first. But you both know Felix doesn’t mind. Especially not when he has such a big smirk painted on his face.

Hyunjin continues fucking you up and down on top of Felix, occasionally squeezing your neck until you start to move on your own. Then he lets you go completely, causing you to fall forward and just barely catch yourself with your hands on either side of Felix’s head. You lose your rhythm for a moment, only for Felix to thrust up into you roughly as if to remind you what you should be doing.

His hands move down to your ass as you begin to ride him again, this time desperately chasing his orgasm as yours builds up fast again. You purposefully clench around him from time to time, thriving off the way he moans loudly and twitches at the feeling. Before you realize it, Hyunjin is kneeling beside you, pumping himself and looking at you with the sexiest smile ever.

However, you only get to admire it for a moment before his hand creates a makeshift ponytail in your hair and pulls you towards him. The new angle forces you to stretch a little and causes your hips to stop moving. They’ve pushed your body through so much in the last couple of hours, so you can’t help but lose focus all too easily. You can’t multitask and take care of them as much as you wish you could. So, you instead focus on sucking Hyunjin off and only grind your hips slowly against the man below you.

Felix whines, sighing loudly before lifting your hips a few inches. You’re not given any time to react before he plants his feet in the bed and starts to fuck up into you roughly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw manages to drop further. Hyunjin laughs, the push and pull between the two men becoming more entertaining for him than anything else. He decides it’s his turn now and tightens the grip on your hair, thrusting his hips slightly each time he shoves you down, making you deepthroat him and choke around his dick.

You sit still, pliant even, as you let both men use you as they wish. You’re so close and you trail a hand between your legs, amidst all the bullying your cunt is receiving, and rub your clit back and forth. You moan loudly around Hyunjin as you cum, your orgasm crashing down on you just as intensely as the other ones. Felix’s hips falter due to your persistent clenching catching him off guard. His hips slow to a complete stop as he revels in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his dick.

And, thankfully for you, Hyunjin finishes soon after you do., the vibrations from your moans sending him over the edge. He watches with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips as you swallow around him and his teeth catch his lip as he pulls you off, whimpering slightly at the way you suck harshly to get every last drop. His legs twitch when you especially suck his tip hard, and he huffs out a laugh.

“Can’t go one day without being a troublemaker, huh?” He laughs and places a kiss on your forehead before backing away, allowing the younger to chase his own orgasm. He disappears after that and, had you been paying close enough attention, you would have noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening.

But you can’t be bothered by that. Not when Felix is pulling out and flipping the two of you again. He shoves you onto your back, pushing your legs up and to the side. One arm rests on his forearm by your head as the other positions his dick again. Your eyes lock with his as he pushes in again, moans falling from both of your lips as he sets a fast pace right away.

The eye contact is held as he pummels into you. His eyes break away from yours for a moment as he leans forward and pushes his chest against yours. Messy kisses are placed along your jaw as his thrusts become sloppy.

You thought the previous orgasm was your last, but when Felix drags so nicely against your walls and shoves his tip so meanly into your already bruised G-Spot, another one sneaks up on you. Your eyes snap closed and your legs try to close around his torso as you squirt again, this time soaking your other boyfriend’s stomach.

The sheer pressure coming from your cunt forces him out of you and he only laughs, pulling away from you as he watches you gush. He holds one of your legs open as he jerks himself off, using the new wetness as a lubricant. He finishes on your stomach soon after, voice jumping back and forth between deep groans and high-pitched moans as he milks himself dry at the sight of you.

You both sit there, chests heaving and heavy breaths filling the room. His eyes rake up and down your body as he catches his breath, his hands mindlessly rubbing up and down your sides as he tries to help you calm down. Your eyes meet and he smiles widely, eyes crinkling at the corners as he giggles at you.

“You did so well, baby. I can’t believe you did it a second time…” He giggles and crawls over you, hovering over you as he pushes his lips onto yours. “Lixie…” You whine against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away and pushes his lips against your jaw once more, “No more, Honey. Time to clean up, okay?”

Hyunjin’s voice suddenly comes from the bathroom, in a very dramatic ‘over the intercom’ voice. “Baby 1 and Baby 2, if you could please make your way to the shower so I can give you some lovin?” You and Felix laugh at the same time and you continue to lay in your spot, even after Felix has stood on his feet. He drags you by your ankle to the edge of the bed and, despite your groans and whines, pulls you to stand with him.

The two of you wobble over to the bathroom where Hyunjin is standing in the shower. He smiles and curls his finger, gesturing to both of you to join him under the steaming water. Felix taps your ass playfully, sending you stumbling forward. Both men laugh as you stick your tongue out at the younger and speed-walk your way to Hyunjin.

The three of you squeezed into the shower and, thanks to the newer dorms, the shower is big enough to comfortably accommodate you all. They take turns washing you off and you help them wash each other off while some soft kisses and tender caresses are exchanged in the cooling water.

Your body is still shaky by the time you’re fully dressed and tangled in the new sheets with both your lovers. You’re sandwiched between them, covered by the fluffy comforter, and basking in the warmth of their bodies that are tangled with yours. Hyunjin is the first to fall asleep, cheek squished against your chest as you lay on your side facing him. Felix is behind you, one arm holding his head up and the other rubbing your shoulder softly, easing you into a slumber. Right before you give in to your exhaustion you’re reminded of your earlier conversation with Chris.

“Ah- Lixie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Channie said he wanted to talk with you about something.” You smile and wiggle your eyebrows before sleep finally takes over you, leaving a very confused Felix who just shakes his head at you mid-laugh.

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The End of NNN (gojo satoru x reader)

word count: 800-ish

warnings: fem!reader, pure smut, slight somno, multiple orgasms, mentions of anal, whiny!gojo

When the clock strikes midnight, making it 1st December 2023, Satoru immediately rips your clothes off (yes, he rips them off) before mounting you like a dog and bullying his weeping, rock hard cock into your unprepped pussy.

You gasp as the intrusion wakes you up with a jolt, blinking a few times to try and adjust, but Satoru gives you no time, drilling into you with quick, sloppy and rushed strokes. His resulting moan is pornographic, and he already sounds so wrecked that it makes you subconsciously tighten around him.

“Sh-shit, baby.” He chokes out, hooking his hands behind your knees and forcing your legs farther apart so he can watch your pretty pussy swallow his dick and make it wet. He feels insane. He can’t describe it. The glorious feeling of your warm, tight hole has him on the edge already, and he is almost angry at himself for holding out an entire month.

How Gojo Satoru managed to not nut for the entirety of November, you would never know. In fact, you had been so sure he would fail, you had promised him you would do anything he wanted in bed if he succeeded. Turns out Satoru had those lofty goals in mind when he managed to shut down all of your advances, refusing to let you anywhere near his dick, even going on long, difficult missions to make sure he was not tempted by your body. But he is here now, nearly whining at how fucking good your fluttering cunt feels, rutting into you rough and hard.

He doesn’t even fully thrust, unable to bear the thought of not being in your pussy for even a single second. His thrusts are shallow and choppy, head continuously pressing into your sweet spot, and that’s what puts you right on the edge.

Above you, your boyfriend is a sight. His hair is all over the place from when he tossed and turned restlessly as he waited for midnight. His pale skin is now flushed a pretty deep pink, sweat gathered on his hairline. His pupils are so blown that the brilliant blue of his eyes is reduced to a tiny ring right by the edges. And he is looking at you like you are his last meal on Earth.

“Satoru,” You whine, fisting the pillow under your head for any semblance of control. “‘M gonna cum.”

“Fuck.” Satoru sounded close to tears. “God, baby, your fucking cunt is so tight around me. How did I go without this shit for a month, huh? I’m a fucking idiot. Fuck, I missed your little whore body. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ. Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you baby, gonna fill you up-”

And then he is cumming with a long, low whine, nails digging into your hips and pelvis flush against yours, releasing ropes and ropes of cum into you. There’s so much of it that it leaks right past the base of his dick, traveling down from your pussy and through your asscrack. The feeling of it cooling on your skin has you shivering.

He had lasted barely 2 minutes.

Satoru is still moaning, one shaky arm holding him up, hips still not stopping. You gasp when a pleasurable jolt goes through your body, eyes widening when you realise your boyfriend is still rock hard. He is barely paying any attention to you, one hand holding the headboard above you while the other runs up your body until it is wrapping gently yet firmly around your throat to hold you in place. You moan at the feeling.

His thrusts this time around are longer and deeper, nearly pulling out to the tip before slamming hard into you. Every slam of his hips takes your breath away, pulling out a sweet cry every time from your lips. You feel ecstatic, having missed the way your boyfriend’s cock carves into you. Satoru was not the only one who suffered the effects of No Nut November. Your pussy had yearned for him just as much as his cock had missed you.

Satoru’s second orgasm is quick to come, thrusts speeding up and voice getting an octave higher as he dumps another load of his cum into you, biceps contracting with the effort of holding his trembling body up. His mere reactions can be enough to make you cum too. You had never seen him like this, so whiny, so desperate, such a huge mess of sweat and a slight film of tears coating his pretty eyes. He had always been the one in control, the one who reduces you to pathetic pleas and begs. Yet here he is, looking like he had run three hundred miles, sweaty and breathless and an absolute wreck.

He shows no signs of stopping though, now leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your body tight against his. He sets a fast pace, rutting into you like an animal in heat, this position placing his lips right next to your ear, so you can hear all of his little noises. They are almost contagious, making you moan and cry along with him. One shaky hand of his reaches down, fiddling roughly with your clit until the feeling of it all is too much and you are cumming hard on his cock, tears pooling in your lash line at the dizzying feeling. Satoru lasts longer this time around, managing to pull another mind numbing orgasm from you before his balls are contracting again, shooting more ropes of white into your already fully stuffed cunt.

He goes slack on top of you, resting his full weight on you as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb, still twirling leisurely around your sensitive little nub, now travels down to your hole, pulling his cock out to feel how much cum pours out now that he isn’t plugging it inside. He hums in approval when you jump a bit and giggle.

“You feeling better?” You ask, not at all surprised at how wrecked you sounded.

“Hm,” Is his only response, and his hand travels further down, before he pokes at a different hole.

You yelp and your eyes widen, body stiffening. You turn your head until you’re looking into Satoru’s eyes, now back to his normal magnificent blue, and shining with something devious.

“I want my reward now, sweetcheeks.” He smirks, and combining that with the deep flush on his cheeks and the sweat coating his forehead makes him look even more sinister. Your pussy throbs at the sight.

The tip of his thumb slips inside, aided by the cum that had dripped out of your pussy and down to there. You bite your lip in anticipation, and let Satoru use you how he wanted.

He had earned it, after all.

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Teachers in love (Husband! Teacher!Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Teacher!Reader) Drabble

Hiiiiii! Got this idea from a TikTok, it’s very rushed so apologies if it’s not the best. Not proofread.

Fluff, established relationship

Word count: 480

Masterlist

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“And then after you complete the lab, you and your partner are going to complete the packet I passed out to each table, any questions?” Miguel looked up from his paper with his usual deadpan expression, met with a few heading shaking no.

“Wonderful, everyone put on your safety glasses. I’ll be walking around in case anyone has any questions.” He finished off, before the shuffling of chairs and the quiet chattering of students started to fill the room. Just one more class until lunch time started and he could already feel his stomach begin to eat itself due to him missing his morning snack he’ll usually take before school starts, trying his best to not be snappy with his high schoolers.

“Mr.O’Hara, can you tell Miles to let me handle the fire? I don’t trust him with it.” One of his students, Gwen, asked as he passed through her and her partner's desk. “He’s too clumsy and his shoelaces are always untied.”

Miguel couldn’t help but hold back a groan and he looked down to the boys shoes that were in fact untied.

“Miles tie your shoes, you can’t participate unless they’re tied.” He said, which made his student quickly hand over the lighter to Gwen and go down to tie them so he wouldn’t get a marked down later on.

“Sorry Mr.O’Hara.”

“Mhm.” Miguel hummed as he was about to make his way to the next table when he heard a soft knock on the door,making his (and a few of his students) head turn towards the door.

“Hey sorry I’m interrupting, I knew you had a lab but it’s my free period and I figured I’d bring you lunch.” You said with a smile, holding up a bag of takeout, leaning against his open door frame.

“What’d you get me?” He asked with a slight smirk, crossing the room till he was in front of you, grabbing the bag as he places a quick peck on your cheek, not caring about the small display of affection in front of his students. Most of them had you as a teacher as well so they thought it was adorable.

“A sandwich from that bodega down the street.”

“You spoil me.”

“I know.” You chuckled as you glanced past your husband’s shoulder to look at his students that were watching you both rather than doing their assignments and gave them a small wave before looking back at your husband. “Okay I’ll leave you to it, see you after school.”

“See you after school amor.” He gave you one last peck before sending you off, a smile lingering on his face as he turned back to his class.

“Alright, enough guys back to work.” His voice going back to its stern nature despite his lighter body language, taking a seat at his desk as he unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite.

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 7 - Ozzie's

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

It's a date! (But is it really?)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 5,212

Warnings: you ask blitz to not be a dick and what does he do? yeah he's a bit of a dick. a big reveal abt reader's past (will be explored more in depth later), terrible just awful communication skills.

Alright, however much blood you got on yourself, business today was kind of pretty fucking awesome. 

The four of you walk through the portal, all still riding high on the adrenaline rush the day’s kills provided you. Blitzø’s the first to set foot back into the office, throwing his head back and brandishing his new axe around. “Woo! That was a fuckton of lumberjacks!” 

There were eleven of them, to be exact.

Moxxie walks in right after him, looking a little too excited as he held up a chainsaw, still on and rumbling.

Millie’s next, covered in more blood than anyone else, as usual- clearly in a great mood, going as far as biting the wood handle of the axe she was holding in half.  “Ahh! I’m still so jazzed up!” 

You walk in last, examining the huge new knife you got for yourself, pleased. Nothing like putting down five huge-ass dudes on your own and getting a cool new knife for your collection to get you in a good mood. 

Moxxie discards the chainsaw into the portal, and Loona closes it off. “Well, you better stay jazzed up, babe,” he tells Millie, shooting finger guns at her. “‘Cause guess where I’m taking you tonight?”

“Don’t you dare finish a filthy pun in my presence, Moxxie! Besides, drinks are on me tonight! Let’s hit up the new drive down the street,” Blitzø suggests, excited.

Moxxie looks down to the floor, then back at him. “Actually, sir, it’s our one year marriage anniversary, so I’m taking Millie to Ozzie’s, all the way down in the Lust Ring!” He announces, proud of himself. 

Millie’s eyes immediately light up, and she gasps in excitement at the revelation. “Ozzie’s? No way! That place is always booked.”

Yeah, you should know that. In fact, you already knew Moxxie was taking her there, too- he’d approached you the previous week, asking if you could do him a ‘big favor’. You didn’t know what to expect of this supposed big favor, but when he asked if you could maybe call Ozzie personally and arrange him and Millie a reservation for their anniversary, you let out a laugh.

“Oh, that’s it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Of course I can, Mox, are you kidding?”

“That’s awesome!” He’d hugged you tight. “Thank you so, so much, y/n!”

You smile, pleased with Millie’s reaction. You knew she’d love it. Moxxie had mentioned he’d tell her you’d helped, but you’d told him not to, leaving all the credit for him. He deserved it. 

He sends you a thankful glance when Millie squeaks out his name and quite literally jumps on him, kissing him all over. The scene is so sweet it’s almost gross. 

“Ugh, can you two not?” Blitzø complains.

Moxxie’s out of breath when he pulls away, looking a little high-headed after the distraction. “I’m sorry, sir. Maybe another time!” 

“Oh, it’s fine! I- I can come with the two of  you, help you celebrate your boring-as-fuck-monogamy.”

There’s no way he just seriously suggested that. “What? Dude. No.”

Moxxie matches your tone. “Yeah. No.The reservation is for us.”

“Uh-huh,” Blitzø agrees, nodding, as if that changes absolutely nothing to him. Did he genuinely not get the hint or is he playing dumb at this point?

“Just. Us. Millie and I.”

“Uh-huh,” he repeats, still nodding as if he doesn’t see the issue. 

“Without you there. Explicitly without you there.”

He completely disregards Moxxie’s words. “I’ll wear something nice. It’s a big deal after all.” Ah, got it. Playing dumb.

Moxxie’s left eye twitches at his attitude, but, in turn, he just turns around, walking towards the door. “You want a ride or not?” He turns back around to ask you, and you try to shoot Moxxie a reassuring look that’s meant to say you’ll get some sense through his skull before you follow him out. “See you lovebugs later!”

You start scolding him as soon as you get to the parking lot. “Could you be any more inconvenient?”

“The fuck do you mean?” 

“The fuck do I mean? They don’t want you there, Blitz. It’s their anniversary. Whatever fantasies you have about them don’t make you a part of their relationship, you realize that, don’t you?” The two of you get to the van, and he unlocks the doors so you can get in before he says anything in return.

“Fuck you, I made that couple happen, bitch. I deserve to be part of this ‘anniversary dinner’. And you do too, I know there ain’t no way Moxxie got that reservation without your help.”

“Yeah and that one-hundred percent does not give me any right to crash their date. Don’t you fucking go to Ozzie’s tonight. You hear me?”

“Ohh keep talking dirty.”

“I’m so serious right now.”

Blitzø scoffs at your threatening tone. “Don’t remember you being the boss of me.”

“I am telling you, as a friend, that you’re being inconvenient. They’ll get pissed at you and they’ll be right to.”

“Yeah well I don’t fucking care.”

“Come on Blitz, just give them a break. I’ll even go with you to that place you wanted to go!” You try. 

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. And very far from Millie and Mox so they can enjoy their night out alone,” you make sure to point out.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Blitzø drops you off at your apartment so you can get ready with a yell of ‘be quick we don’t have all night!’ as he drives off, going home himself to shower and change too before he’s back to pick you up. 

“If I didn’t know you I’d think you’re dressing to impress me here,” he raises an eyebrow suggestively as he gives you a very exaggerated once-over.

“Yeah in your dreams maybe,” you retort immediately, used to his comments by now, as you get into the passenger seat.

“Oh my dreams about you don’t involve any clothes what-so-ever.”

“Gross.”

He shrugs. “Ready?”

“Sure. What’s the place called again?”

“Uuuuhh, don’t worry about it. We’re going somewhere new.”

You notice he’s extra chatty during the ride, talking your ear off and turning up the radio so the two of you can sing the songs out. You realize why he was going out of his way to distract you when suddenly you take a look out the window and recognize the neighborhood. 

He’s taken you to the Lust Ring, and it’s not very hard to imagine why when he parks just a couple blocks from Ozzie’s. You feel disappointed, and honestly a little naive, to have thought he’d take you to a fun night out instead of just doing whatever he wanted to do. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? This is the one place I said, repeatedly, that we couldn’t go!”

“Oh, boo-hoo, so I’m taking you out on a nice fucking fancy-ass dinner, what a terrible fucking thing to do!”

“Except you’re not taking me out, you just don’t know your fucking boundaries and you wanna spend your sorry-ass night spying on Millie and Moxxie.”

“Eh. Potato, potato.”

“You pronounced it the exact same.”

He shrugs. 

“We’re leaving.”

“What? No!”

“Well I am. And you don’t have a reservation,” you point out, trying to make it clear he’s not getting in. Did he only bring you out with him in the hopes you’d manage to get him a table by pulling some strings? “And you can’t get in without a date so sucks to be you.”

“Well I’m not taking you anywhere,” he crosses his arms over his chest, matter-of-factly.

“‘Course you’re fucking not. We were supposed to just have some fun tonight. I can’t believe this. You’re a fucking prick, you know that, right?” You let your frustration spill out in your words, and you pull your phone out to see if you can find a ride on Reaper, not in the mood to be out anymore and desperately wanting to get back home at this point.

“Yeah, yeah, and you’re a whiny bitch but I don’t keep telling you that, do I?”

You send him a dirty look, sitting on the curb as you wait for the app to find you a car, and he fucks off to the alleyway behind you to do Satan-knows-what. After a while, still down on your luck with the ride, you’re startled when a portal is opened only a couple feet in front of you, and it takes you a couple seconds to register the fact that it’s Stolas who walks out of it. 

“Stolas?”

“Stolaaass!” Blitzø calls out, as if already expecting him. Was he already expecting him? Is this what you thought it was- you telling him you wouldn’t get into Ozzie’s with him and him just calling Stolas up, simple as ever, to fulfill that role instead?

“What are you doing here?” You ask the prince, not really meaning to sound rude, but it comes out demanding of an answer regardless, and he tilts his head to the side, as if confused by the fact that you apparently didn’t know he’d be coming.

“Wow. Outfit’s a little overkill, don’t ya think?” Blitzø tells him, and you resist the urge to pettily flick at his forehead at the lack of common sense. Why the fuck would you say that?

Stolas looks down to the floor, embarrassed. “Did you… not know I was coming, y/n?”

“No. Did Blitzø call you here?”

“Yes, I- I assumed-” He looks at Blitzø, now referring to the comment about his outfit as well. “I wanted to look nicer for you. This is our first real date, after all… right?” he explains himself, motioning between the three of you.

“A date?” You whip your head around to look at Blitzø. That’s what he told Stolas this was?

“Surprise! We’re having a date!”

“Blitz I swear to Satan, this is so out of pocket-”

“Is something not right, y/n?” Stolas asks, and it completely disarms you. He seems so genuinely excited about this ‘date’that you can’t get yourself to ruin it for him by revealing what only you knew- that what he thought was a date was just a selfish ploy for Blitzø to spy on Millie and Moxxie for whatever fucking reason he had.

And so you find yourself reassuring him. “No. Not at all.”

“Ya still wanna leave now?” Blitzø whispers, all cocky and annoying and- fuck, he can just be so stubborn it’s insufferable sometimes.You grit your teeth but say nothing in return, and the three of you walk up to the stairs by the entrance. 

You don’t recognize the incubus who greets you. Must be new. He eyes the three of you up and down, as if trying to gather how the fuck this whole thing happened. “Y’all three together?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” Stolas tells him. 

“Alrightt, that’s fucking hot! Y’all got a reservation?”

Before you can even think of telling him to talk to Ozzie, Stolas speaks up again. “Do we need one?” He asks, glaring at the man, as if challenging him to say no. The man gulps before opening a smile and bowing at him. “No! Uh, shit, my apologies, Your Highness. Right this way.”

You feel the ever-growing urge to facepalm as hard as you possibly can the very second you enter the lounge, because Blitzø immediately starts sneaking around the place like he’s a character in some low-budget spy movie. 

Stolas looks around the place, mesmerized. “Oh, my! Oh, no! No, but also yes!” He’s been there countless times (you should know), but only then do you realize he’s never stayed or even visited for matters that weren’t aligned with his royal duties. He’s stupid rich and he’s never dined at Ozzie’s?

Oh.

He’s only ever been with that wife of his before you and Blitzø happened. And his own marriage was merely another one of his royal duties. And- oh, fuck. Was this his first ever date? Shit.

You pull Blitzø down to whisper to him as you walk to your table. “Blitz, you’re gonna be fucking nice tonight, alright?”

“Hey I’m always a fucking delight!”

“I’m serious. I think he’s never been on a date before.”

“What? That’s not true.”

“Look he’s clearly excited to be here, please don’t be a dick, okay?”

“You calling me that for free?”

“The outfit comment was not cool.”

“Oh you guys are so fucking sensitive.” He dismisses your words, sitting down on the chair that had been arranged for him, a couple books placed on the seat so his height could be aligned properly with the round table’s.

Stolas is beaming as soon as the three of you sit down. “Oh, how romantic is this? I have never stayed here longer than I needed to. It’s so charming!”

“Yeah, it sounded like- I just thought we’d have a blast here,” Blitzø tells him, barely present in the conversation as he pulls out his goddamn fucking binoculars out of his pocket, surely trying to find out where Millie and Moxxie were seated. 

“Uh, yeah. It’s lovely, right? And it’s where I met both of you! Isn’t that so nice, Blitz?” You kick him under the table, and he shoots you a dirty glare before turning back around. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a real romantic- oh gotcha!”

Stolas tilts his head to the side, trying to figure out what is happening. “Uh, Blitz, what are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at nothing. How about that?” So much for not being a dick. Luckily, a server approaches the table just then, averting Stolas’ attention from Blitzø. 

“So, can I get you three off?” She takes a long pause before ‘correcting’ herself. “I mean, start you three off with some drinks?” It actually was normal taught practice for the ‘slip-ups’ to happen- you should know, you trained countless servers during your time there. It still makes Stolas blush out of embarrassment, caught off-guard by it.

“Yes! Um, perhaps some… wine, to share?” He glances at you, and you smile at him, nodding in agreement. “Blitz?” 

“What?”

“Would you like some wine, too?”

“Yeah why not?”

“Do you prefer red or white? Or perhaps some champagne?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Blitzø replies dryly, very clearly barely paying any attention to what was said to him as he didn’t even bother turning around to face the two of you.

“Uh- I- uh-”

“What if we-” you begin, trying to help Stolas not freak out.

“Perhaps we should order all three! Ha! Why not?” He suggests, and it sort of sounds like he is sort of freaking out, but you don’t argue. 

“Yeah that sounds good.”

“So! How was the day at I.M.P.?” Stolas tries. 

“Oh? Uh, it was good, I guess. We killed a bunch of weirdos. She can tell you about it,” Blitzø tells him, this time sparing one single glance back and pointing vaguely at you. How thoughtful.

“Oh?”

“Uh, business was pretty good today. What he meant with killing a bunch of weirdos is that we had more targets than usual, which is good. But I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about us killing people, right?”

“No! It sounds like fun!” It definitely didn’t look like he thought so, but rather that he was desperately trying to build a connection. One that Blitzø currently didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about. “Uh, how did you kill them?”

The question at least seemed to pique Blitzø’s interest, as he actually turns around and puts down the binoculars to answer it. “How? I mean, there was a lot of ‘em, so… bullets?”

“Right! Right. So… what made you decide to plan a date after all this time?”

Shit. “Uuuuuuhhh…” Blitzø scratches the back of his head, trying to think of what to say. Fuck, don’t be a dick, don’t be a dick, don’t-

Thankfully, for all of you, you’re sure, he doesn’t get to finish whatever he was about to try and say, as the lights dim and Fizzarolli’s voice sounds through the lounge. “Ladies and gentlemen! I see some sexy faces around here tonight.” He descends down the pole right in the middle of the stage, and you notice his greeting routine sounds different. It’s a weird feeling to see so much change since you left. “Welcome, welcome to Ozzie’s, Lust Ring’s number one place for all kinds of sick, twisted fantasies, put on display for all you sleaze and sleazettes, the gem joint of Asmodeus himself. Come on, give him some love!”

“Did he just say Asmodeus?” Stolas questions out loud.

“He likes to make an appearance sometimes,” you explain, but, internally, it made you nervous. You did not need Ozzie to see you on a date tonight.

Stolas nods, and Blitzø lets out a groan. “Oh, no fucking way. Not him!” He hides his face behind the menu that had been placed in front of him, and he’s still never told you what happened between him and Fizz, but that has to be a bit dramatic, doesn't it? 

“I am the one and only Fizzarolli.” The clown continues, pulling up a Loo Loo Land flyer with his robotic version, ‘Robo Fizz’, on it. “Some of you might recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous replicas across the rings of Hell, gloriously designed by the big man himself, and uh,” he traces his hand up his own robotic arm in a rather suggestive way, “ribbed for your pleasure tonight. We have a great lineup for you tonight: Verosika Mayday, Wet Dream, and The Squirters!” 

The lights shine on them, and suddenly you understand Blitzø’s need to hide. “Shit, she’s here?”

“Do you know her?” Stolas asks you, and you don’t reply.

“But as everyone’s warming up, I got a funny one for y’all!” Fizz keeps on. “Did any of you hear about the batshittery that happened at Loo Loo Land?” He laughs. “Oh yeah, I’ll tell you what, I’d sure love to shake the hand of the crazy son of a bitch who decided to burn down that off-brand shithole, and then slap a fat subpoena in it, ‘cause I’m very much looking to sue. That robo-me made us more money entertaining those kids than the ones we sell to get you freaks off, if you know what I mean.”

Someone in the lounge stands up from their seat, waving their hand around. “I know! I know what you mean! I have four of ‘em!” They announce, loud and proud, and you realize their date is one of those. It’s freaky enough for you to know security’s sure to keep an eye on them for the rest of the night to make sure they stay far away from Fizzarolli.

“So! Without wasting more time! Our little opening act is a fresh one, coming at us from a little imp from the Wrath Ring. Give it up for… Moxxie! With no creative stage name whatsoever.”

Moxxie stands up, taking his guitar with him, and kisses Millie before taking Fizzarolli’s place on the stage. That he hadn’t told you about, and knowing it was probably because he wanted to keep that moment to themselves makes you feel shitty about being there. He taps the mic before speaking. “Hello, everyone. Um. Hi. Thank you for letting me be here. It’s an honor to play.” Someone yells at him to hurry up, and he looks a bit nervous at it before he keeps on. “This song is for my beautiful wife, a surprise for our first anniversary. I love you, Millie.”

I love you More than the brimstone loves the fire, more than beelze loves her bub, more than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs You make my spirit sing Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell Our love is a story sweet to tell Yeah, you cast a special Satanic spell over my heart Love is a journey we decided to start Yeah, I hope we’ll never, ever be apart I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I-

Shit, Moxxie. If he had told you about this, you would have warned him Ozzie’s was not the right place to perform a love song. But he didn’t, and so… “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,”, Ozzie and Fizz sang along, making their way onto the stage, very clearly mocking and laughing at him. 

Who’s singing love songs in my lustful lounge?

So Ozzie was performing tonight, huh? Must be in a good mood. 

Ozzie’s ain’t the place for sentimental sounds!

What’d you expect from a proprietor like us?

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust…

Give me a thrust! Show me some lust! From the groin to the bust, in desire we trust, in the House of Asmodeus

Trumpet! Gah!

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade Perform your feelings in the velvety stage Well, we got a saying that’s popular in these parts

‘Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts’

You wanna hang around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around

How hypocritical.

In here we sing about wants and desires

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire!

So give me a thrust Show me some lust From the groin to the bust Little imp, you just must In the House of Asmodeus Come on, sing us a song! Make sure the subject is getting it on Make it graphic and tactfully long

Make sure to rhyme ‘thong’ and ‘schlong’!

Go ahead, the mic’s on!

After a good while of tossing Moxxie around as Ozzie and Fizz sang, they set the mic in front of him once again. He takes a deep breath before strumming his guitar and giving it a try.

I want to 

Yeah, what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Make gentle love to you

Oh, Moxxie. 

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp, you’re really killing the vibe Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride!

Blitzø stands up from his seat. Why the fuck is he standing up from his seat? 

“Hey now, I’ve watched those two pork many times, and, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting!” 

You should have known he’d feel the need to try and defend them in some way, but this was really, really not a good idea. If you didn’t want any of your friends to see you there up until then, now he’d managed to basically call out for their attention. 

“What? Blitz!” Moxxie yells out, as if he can’t believe he’s actually there. His eyes find you too, and he furrows his eyebrows together. You feel ashamed that you ended up there, and even more so that his moment was getting ruined in so many ways.

Fizzarolli opens a grin. “Is that Blitzo? So you’re showing your face?”

Hey, everybody!  This guy’s a total disgrace Some nerve you got to comment on a relationship Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Verosika stands up, the lights immediately panning to her, and she joins in. 

Oh, Blitzo? I used to date him 

“Oh, Verosika, you’re here.”

I’d stroke him, I’d fellate him But when it was my turn He did no reciprocating  A selfish imp in the sheets  And just as bad on the streets A reckless, heart-breaking freak

You silently pray to Lucifer for her to not see you, or just not mention you, or-

“Oh am I interrupting your date, y/n?” She spits out. 

I should have known it I should have guessed you’re not above it  How long left till they’re abandoned? Do they know they’re not your standard?  The prince would better watch out Just get too close and he’s out Give it some time, she’ll flake out

You look down at your hands over your lap and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Stolas looks between you and Blitzø, trying to assimilate what just happened. “Did the both of you date her?”

Who’s that at your table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas, is that you?

Are you sleeping with an imp?

My dark lord, how the mighty do fall! You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all! I hope you didn’t give it up so they could help you get it up…

Stolas hides his face behind the menu, not unlike Blitzø had done earlier, like he’s… embarrassed to be called out for being on a date with the two of you. It feels like a gut punch, to come down to the realization that, yeah, of course he’s embarrassed, he’s a prince, for Lucifer’s sake. 

Your eyes feel like they’re burning, and you have to hold back tears from streaming down your face. 

You sold your life for a thrust! Now that’s the spirit of Lust Grab your groin or a bust You better get your hair mussed Pretend you don’t see that crust Hump ‘till your junk turns to dust In the House of Asmode-

You stand up in preoccupation for Millie when she simply knocks Fizzarolli down to the ground. 

“Hey!” Ozzie exclaims, helping Fizz get up. You see the rage in his eyes- Millie was crazy to have done that- and he looks back at you. The worry in your expression and the furious shaking of your head, wordlessly asking him not to do anything, are accepted, and Millie is left unharmed purely for the sake of you. 

“I think you were tryin’ to sing somethin’ for me, Mox.”

“Yeah, I was.”

I love us I love us just the way we are Don’t have to pretend to like to do things we don’t I’ve always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes I’ll never take you for granted I’ll always give you my best If you can offer the same thing we’ll handle the rest ‘Cause I love you ‘Cause I love you

Blitzø looks undoubtedly hurt and undeniably uncomfortable and, shit, it was very much warranted. You felt the exact same, ashamed of getting called out by Verosika, hurt by having Ozzie of all people put you all on blast, feeling stupid for feeling hurt by Stolas so very clearly looking embarrassed to be seen on a date with you. 

Stolas looks worried, but doesn’t get to form any words before Blitzø speaks up. “You know what, this was a mistake, alright? Let’s just- let’s just leave.”

For the first time the entire night, you agree with him. “Yeah. We should go.”

“Oh. Right. Of course,” Stolas agrees, and the three of you get up, making your way to the exit. You didn’t even get to try the fucking wine. 

You glance back at Ozzie on your way out, and he raises his eyebrows in concern when his eyes meet yours. You know that face. He only just realized he hurt you with what he did, and you know he’ll let you be for the rest of the night, but you’re sure to expect him to show up at your place tomorrow to apologize. 

You also take a glance at Millie and Moxxie, still on the stage, and mouth an ‘I’m sorry’ to them before exiting the place. 

The drive to Stolas’ place is quiet and uncomfortable and it makes holding yourself back from crying much, much harder. You’re not even sure why Stolas is getting a ride, as he’d portaled himself to Ozzie’s and could very much just portal himself back home, but it’s not like you’re gonna bring that up. 

Much too tall for the I.M.P. van, he’s crammed in the backseat, and struggles a little before managing to get himself out of the car. 

Before leaving, he leans on the passenger’s window, facing you and Blitzø and nervously trying to get himself to say something. “Thank you, for… inviting me out tonight.” Blitzø turns away to face his other side and you keep your eyes glued to the windshield, both unable to look him in the eye. “Despite everything that’s happened, I… I enjoyed spending time with you.”

“Yeah,” is all Blitzø says, and you simply nod.

“You know, I have some more wine in the house. Octavia’s with her mother this weekend, so we could…”

“I’m not fucking you tonight, okay? I’m really just… I’m really not in the mood, alright?” He nudges you with his elbow, and you swear you see him wipe down a tear. “If you wanna take this one go ahead.”

“I-”

“We could just… talk. Or… watch a movie? Or maybe… cuddle?”

For the first time since leaving Ozzie’s, you manage to properly look at Stolas. Was he serious? Would he genuinely be okay with that after what just happened? Could he genuinely be okay to be in your presence without sex involved? 

“Stolas, don’t act like what we have is anything but you wanting us to fuck you, okay?” 

“Blitz-“

“No. You too. Are you actually falling for the shit he says? Fucking watch a movie and cuddle? You know exactly what he wants from us. He just says what he thinks he has to to get in our pants. I thought you weren’t that stupid.” 

You scoff at his words and get out of his car silently, as you can’t believe he just said that to you.

“What, you’re not coming?” 

Tears are threatening to roll down your face again, and it makes you angry. “Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?”

“Fine. Stay with him then. Congrats to the fucking happy couple!” 

With that lovely yell, he takes off. 

“Are you alright, dearest? You can come in if you-“ Stolas reaches for you, but you can’t help but back off, not allowing him to touch you. He lets his hand fall back to his side. 

“Could you just send me back to Ozzie’s? Looks like I don’t have a ride anymore.”

“Are you sure you want to be there? What he did was-“

“I- I’ll talk to him. They won’t poke fun at you because of us again, Your Highness. No need to worry.”

He grimaces at your words, and you’re fully aware why.  You haven’t called him that in a long time. In fact, you realize you did it to be cruel. To hurt him. 

To hurt yourself into remembering your place in relation to him. You almost want him to argue with you. To understand what you meant and tell you he doesn’t look down on you, that he doesn’t feel ashamed. 

And yet he only accepts what you say with a nod.  “Good night, y/n.” 

Maybe Blitzø isn’t wrong.

You nod once instead of saying it back- you don't trust your voice to come out.

He seems to want to say something else but refrains from doing so, only waving his hand to cast the spell you requested him to. In a mere second you materialize back at Ozzie’s, but not in the lounge, thankfully- in the waiting room in front of his office. 

You break down crying the very moment you gain bearing of your surroundings. 

A/N sorry for the shitty lyrics i added to house of asmodeus it was sadly necessary lmaoooo

[berryhobii]

Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

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“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

~

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

[theewritingbea]

With Just Your Eyes

Authors note: Reworked and reposted from A03. Still very much in my DickKory feels so this is just one of many stories I plan to write. This is my first time ever writing fan-fiction sooo yayyy!!!. Comments are greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Title inspired by: "Out of this World" by Amber Mark. (Give it a listen, sorta gives me DickKory vibes).

Word count: 2,752

Credit: I own no pictures. Sourced from Pinterest.

His nerves were shot, his chest was tight and his heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Tonight had to be perfect.

The day he had been planning for the last six months had arrived. Today is the day he’s  proposing to Kory. Dick sat on their bed looking at the ring for the 50/11th time imagining the moonlight shining in his literal out-of-this-world girlfriend's magical eyes as he got down on one knee and declared his everlasting love for her. There was no doubt in his mind that Kory would say yes. Marriage was apart of the many many talks they’ve had over the past year of being together. Dick just wanted the events of the evening to be perfect.

Not only was he proposing but all the Titans were in town for the 1st year anniversary of saving the universe. Having booked reservations at the same restaurant and flew in Donna to keep Kory busy, Dick had everything planned out. With the help of Rachel, Gar, and Donna of course. Since they were the only ones who knew of his plans to propose.

Staring down at the ring, Dick imagines their lives together as husband and wife. Waking up everyday to make her favorite breakfast or going to their routine coffee shop for her favorite doughnuts. Drowning her with love by taking her on weekly date nights and buying whatever her heart desires. Being each other’s shoulder to cry on and comforting each other whenever and how ever needed. Raising up a family together and having mini Grayson-Anders running around. Basically doing what they already do just now they would share a last name.

“Dick,” His fiancée-to-be called from the hallway. She'd been getting ready with the girls in her old room and he barely seen her all day. Rushing to put the ring back in its hiding spot, Dick took a breath trying to be as normal as possible.

“In here Kor.”

“Are we doing anything after dinner tonight I want to know what type of heels to wear?” When Kory entered the room she instantly took his breath away. She’s wearing a short silk purple robe, gorgeously long legs glistening from her post-shower moisturizing, face bare, and her hair wrapped up in a silk scarf. She was so gorgeous that the question  barely registered.

“Um yeah the kids wanted to hang on the pier after, so go for a comfortable heel.” Dick answered, snapping out of her trance.

“Lover, are you ok?” It was no surprise to Dick that Kory could see his emotions in play. Sitting with him on their bed Kory ran her hands through his hair, something she  knew instantly calmed his nerves.

“I’m good, worrying about nothing just need to start getting ready” Dick couldn’t help but pull her in for a kiss unable to resist the love he felt for her.

“Okayyy,” Kory unsurely responded giving in to the distracting kiss. “Are you finally going to shave or are we still going for the caveman look?” she teased. Dick had been growing out his facial hair for the last couple of months. In the beginning, Kory couldn’t keep her hands off him, but then he let it grow out a little too much for her liking and she started throwing not-so-subtle shade about him needing to shave.

“You love the facial hair,” Dick chuckled pulling her into his lap. Remembering how she was basically living in his skin at one point.

“I did before it took over your face, you’re more hair than man now.” Dick had no rebuttal, again distracted by Kory’s overall aura. Dick missed her which was irrational since they were in the tower all day together but he had to share her with the others and she had gotten up early for a nail appointment with the girls, so their early morning cuddles were interrupted, making him needy.

“Donna’s going to be mad, I was only supposed to be gone a minute,” Kory giggled as Dick peppered kisses down her neck.

“She’ll be fine, we’ll be quick.”  Kissing those gorgeous lips that he had dreamed about, Dick forgot all about the engagement plans, having half a mind to slide the ring on her finger and spend the rest of the night making love to his soon to be wife.

“KORY!” Donna yelled from the hallway. Groaning into their kiss as Kory giggled, Dick moved to let her up but not before leaving her with a passionate kiss.

“Love you,” he whispered on her lips.

“Love you too Grayson.” she giggled.

Watching Kory walk out their room the tightness in his chest was no longer there; he felt nothing but the immense love that he always felt for her. To him nothing could ruin tonight as long as she was by his side.

An hour later, Dick met Donna and Gar in the living room ready to go, Tim and Connor were  meeting them at the restaurant, and per usual Rachel and Kory were the last to be ready. They’ve been attached at the hip since Rachel came home from Bludavan, even though they talk to each other every other day.

“You clean up good boy wonder,” Donna complemented. He decided to finally shave his face as a gift to his woman. Dressed in a short-sleeved white collar dress shirt with the first three buttons undone and black dress pants, Dick pulled out his finest for his love. His hair was styled into a messy man bun knowing that Kory loved his hair like that. Everything revolved around Kory down to his watch. It was a birthday gift from her, with his initials and “love Koriand’r” engraved on the back.

“Gotta look good for the wifey,” Checking his watch the feeling of anxiety started to arise. They’d need to leave in the next few minutes to make their reservation.

“Calm down Dick, they're almost ready, don't freak out,” Donna told him, seeing the stress build up. Donna’s been his rock throughout the planning. She’s kept Kory busy and distracted while also keeping him from going off the rails. Once everything calmed down, he knew he owed her big time.

“Besides, it's your fault for distracting the bride.” Donna said glaring.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Dick replied avoiding eye contact.

“I’m happy for you guys,” Gar gushed wrapping Dick in a bear hug.

“Thanks, bud” When Dick first told Rachel and Gar he was going to propose, they were both ecstatic. Gar told him it was about time, and he should’ve done it a year ago. Rachel told him that she was proud and called dibs on planning the wedding.

“Ok you two are going to make me cry, break it up,” Donna teared up jumping into the hug. Breaking apart to the sound of heels, Dick turned around and was almost knocked off his feet at the sight of Kory. She looked stunning in a dark purple fuzzy tube top with lighter purple sparkly high-waisted flare pants . Wearing her fancy gold bracelets, Dick noticed the RK ring set he got her for Christmas. Her hair was blown out and curled in dark burgundy waves. Just absolutely breathtaking.

“Wow you guys look amazing,” Gar exclaimed.

“Thank you, I owe it all to Rachel,” Kory giggled giving them a twirl. Eyes meeting with Kory, Dick felt the same nerves he felt on their first date. Watching the way her hip swayed when she waltzed up to him, put him back in her trance.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without all the hair,” she joked, running her finger across the stubble on his chin.

“Ha-Ha my comedian you’re hilarious,” Dick mumbled, squeezing her waist and leaning in for a kiss.

“Gross, you two are ruining my appetite maybe save the disgusting till after dinner,” Rachel groaned causing Dick to deepen the kiss. Kory laughed at the dramatic gagging of the kids.

“Alright, enough playing,” Donna sternly said making eye contact with Dick communicating it’s time to go. “Let’s get going.”

Deciding to drive separately from the others, Dick tried to ignore the stare Kory was burning in the side of his head. She was ogling him which did not help his nerves; all he could think was that she figured out the real plan of the night.

“Baby, you have been staring at me for the past ten minutes. What is it?”

“Am I making you nervous sweetheart?” Kory teased. The way she was biting her lip and looking made him blush.

Clearing his throat Dick tried to keep his composure and focus on the road ahead. “Yeah, I can feel you plotting”

“What I can’t admire my lover now?”

“Not when I’m trying to drive and we have reservations to make.”

“Well I just think you look really good and maybe we can skip the pier?” Glancing over at Kory the look in her eyes told him exactly what her intentions were. Just like Kory could read him like the back of her hand. Dick could read Kory the same way and he knew what it meant when those forest green eyes got dark.

“I would love to, but I have a surprise planned for everyone after, so we’ll have to wait,” Dick replied, taking her hand and giving a kiss to her ring finger.

Arriving at the restaurant 15 minutes later, it was like deja vu with all the kids gathered around the table sharing their recent life updates.

Rachel finished up her first two semesters of college smoothly and planned to spend her summer in San Francisco attending an art camp.

Gars discovering more about himself and the universe through the Red.

Connors having a great time bonding with his sorta daddy.

And Tim’s enjoying learning what it takes to be Robin.

Hearing the developments of the younger Titans' life made Dicks heart warm. Looking over to Kory, she looked like she couldn’t be more proud of their Titans.

Wrapping up dinner everyone made their way down to the pier, where Dick separated himself and Kory from the group under the guise of needing her help to set up the surprise.

“Where are those two going,” Tim curiously asked munching on popcorn.

“Well, I can let you two in on the secret now that it’s in motion,” Donna began make sure that Dick and Kory were out of earshot.

“DICK’S PROPOSING TO KORY DOWN ON THE BEACH!” Gar excitedly told the two. Rachel and Donna busted out laughing at his excitement. “Sorry D, I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

“Well that’s not shocking. Honestly, I thought they would’ve gotten married by now,” Tim shrugged not surprised by the recent news.

“I thought they would’ve had a baby by now,” Connor stated munching on cotton candy.

“We all know that if it was solely up to Dick, they would be and have baby number two on the way,” Rachel joked. Causing the group to break out in laughter.

“I’m happy for them”

Dick and Kory made their way down the pier, fingers intertwined mindlessly chatting.

“So, what this surprise you got planned, it better not be another road trip,” Kory looked over at him seriously. She’d fry him on the spot if he sprung another road trip on her.

“No, I promised to no more unexpected road trips,” Dick chuckled. “Actually, I lied the surprise isn’t for everyone just you.”

Kory raised her eyebrows a sly smile rising on her gorgeous face. “Really, what’s the occasion?”

“Well, it’s been a year since Metropolis, but it’s also been a year since we decided to try again,”.

“Woah, it’s been a year already?” Kory questioned.

“Yep, can’t believe it either.” They’d been so caught up in enjoying being together that time had just passed by. “So, I planned something special to celebrate”.

Reaching the end of the pier near the beachside, Dick pointed out the romantic setup.

A mini picnic table on a purple picnic blanket sat in the middle of the beach. The table had a small bouquet in the middle surrounded by candles. String flower lights circled the area and pillows were laid out for sitting.

Making their way down the stairs, Dick helped Kory take off her heels. When they got closer to the picnic Kory got a better look at the table. There were a dozen heart-shaped donuts with their initials on them and a beautiful tennis bracelet. Dick bought the tennis bracelet as a distraction gift in case she caught on to the proposal.

“Richard, this is all so beautiful I love it,” Kory awed turning to him, giving him a loving look with her enchanting eyes. The fact that she called him Richard he knew that she really did love it.

“Come on let’s sit,” Dick took her hand helping her sit with him on the cushioned pillows.

Cuddling up on the blanket, sipping champagne and feeding each other donuts, the night was going perfect. Kory kissed powdered sugar off his lips, entrapping him into her enticing spell. They made out for a good five minutes before Dick received a text from Donna letting him know that it was time.

“Mmmm, babe I got one more surprise” he groans, reluctantly pulling her lips away from his neck. The first sequence of fireworks begins right as he points to the sky.

“Oh my Xhal, Dick this is amazing!” Kory squealed.

Dick was trying to enjoy the show along with her, but his nerves kept building. He put his hand in his pocket to retrieve the ring as the last sequence started. The words “Marry me?” spelled out in the sky as Dick pulled out the ring.

“Baby” Kory gasped as Dick moved in front of her on one knee and opened the box.

The emerald princess cut ring with its golden encrusted band sparkled in the moonlight matching her teary eyes.

“Koriand’r, you changed my life for the better. All I knew was guilt and suffering but then I became the luckiest man alive when you entered my life. And even though like a big dummy it took forever to express my love, I’ve loved you since the beginning. I love you more than life itself. The moment I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I was instantly gone for you. With just your eyes I was yours and I will be yours in this lifetime and the next. So principessa, will you marry me?”

The world felt like it was spinning around them as he finished. Tears ran down his face, having gotten choked up in the middle of the proposal. Kory also had tears running down her face but her makeup remained untouched. He couldn’t breathe in the few seconds of waiting for her response.

“Of course, I will baby,” Kory cried, moving to her knees to kiss him deeply. Dick gripped her tightly ring still in hand. She pulled back slightly to let him breathe but he dived back in not caring about breathing right now.

“Dick, I love you so much” she whispered wiping lipgloss off his lips. Dick took her left hand kissing it before placing the ring on top of the RK ring on her ring finger.

The outburst of cheers caught their attention causing them to turn around to see Donna and the kids at the top of the pier.

“Did they know about this?” Kory laughed.

“Donna, Rachel, and Gar knew. They were a big part of pulling this off,” Dick responded helping her to her feet. And a big help they were. Without the three of them, Dick would’ve spent the last six months an indecisive mess.

Everyone came down and crushed them in a group hug. Gar and Donna had tears in their eyes and Rachel was smiling so hard her cheeks were red.

“I’m so glad this is over, your man was the biggest pain in my ass with all his drama,” Donna told Kory somewhat jokingly.

“Hey, I just wanted everything to be perfect for my fiancée,” Dick said, wrapping both arms around Kory from behind, squeezing her to him.

“It was perfect thank you,” Kory turns giving him a loving kiss forgetting about the crowd.

“Ok ok enough with that and it’s not over because we still have wedding planning!” Rachel said buzzing with excitement.

“You guys should have a designation wedding,” Gar announced excitedly.

“Where would we go,” Dick asked eyebrows raising with curiosity.

Kory looked around at everyone mischievously, “How about Tamaran?”

*Principessa- princess in Italian

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End —(WITS Sequel)

A/N: One chapter left!! -Danny Words: 2,918 Masterlist Previous chapter // Next chapter

September 1st, 2015

Mel had woken up feeling like she had to be making haste to get out of bed, for some reason, and it took her a second nap to realize today was September first, and her twins were supposed to get in that morning's train to Hogwarts.

"Harry!" She sat up abruptly, grasping her husband's arm tightly and shaking him awake.

"M'up! What?!" Harry scrambled to get his glasses, almost toppling over the mattress.

"The twins!" Mel stumbled out of bed, her hands swiftly pointing to one side and the other while things flew across the room to get the day started. "Hogwarts!"

Harry groaned as he pushed the covers away, rushing out and muttering curses. "I'll make them breakfast, you wake them."

The doorbell rang and they froze, sharing the same look of horror. "The Flints!"

Josephine, Erick's third-born daughter and their goddaughter, was also starting her education at Hogwarts that year, and they had promised to take her along with the twins since Erick and Anne were too busy organizing the opening day of their shop. 

Harry tried to brush his hair into a presentable look (it had never worked, but he kept holding onto hope that one day it would) and scurried off to the first floor to welcome the kid.

Mel ran off to the twins's room and opened it harshly only to find Emmeline already trying to drag James out of his bed. "See? I told you we're late already!" The girl squealed once her mother came in. "He doesn't believe me!"

"I told her you would come to wake me when it was time!" James huffed, kicking his sister away and sitting up. "Tell her it's not that late!"

"It is terribly late, Jamie, I'm a terrible mother," she said, making a swift movement with her wrist and causing the twins's trunks to gather and pile next to the door. "Get dressed and come have breakfast, Josie's downstairs already."

"Mum, I told you to set your alarm," said a sleepy voice behind her. Matthew was there, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. Lily was tailing him, hugging her bear.

"Go get dressed," she urged the younger kids. "Go, go! We have about ten minutes before we have to rush out!"

Mel rushed out with the trunks following her down the stairs, at the foot of them was Erick, grinning knowingly. "Someone trusts a bit too much on her ability to wake at dawn."

"Shut up," the witch glared at him. "Not a word."

Erick clicked his tongue, loving the opportunity to torture her. "And you call yourself a good mother."

"Actually, she admitted to being a terrible one," James commented, jumping the steps two by two just like Harry tended to do.

"James, you shouldn't say that!" Emmeline scolded him, rushing after him.

"Don't run on the stairs!" Mel warned them as she reached the entrance hall. "Out of my way, have to take these to the car—Emmie, is your owl ready?"

"Going!" The girl ran away to the kitchen after waving briefly at Erick. "Hi, uncle!"

"Hi, uncle!" James ran past. "Josie, are you bringing your cat..?"

"Hi, Erick," Matthew said, nodding at him casually as he walked to the kitchen with Lily's hand gently held in his.

"Erick?" The man turned to her with concern. "Since when?"

Mel shrugged. "He discovered last summer that he's only related to my mum and Regulus and since then has decided to call everyone else by their names. He thinks that makes it sound grown-up."

Erick chuckled. "Ah, right. Well, can I trust you'll take care of my girl? We'll try to be there by the time the train parts, but if not..."

"She's in good hands," Mel assured him.

Everyone was there to send the twins away. Everyone. The only ones who weren't were the current teachers of the school, whom no doubt would be eager to welcome Mel and Harry's children, holding those irksome expectations over their heads.

The Weasleys were already a crowd on their own, then the Lupins got there, and then the Sultens. Harry had to pick up Lily so she wouldn't get lost. Mel had Matthew beside her, but he was holding onto her cloak, he was an interesting boy, with the Dumbledore look and intelligence oozing from him like a river. 

Even now Mel could tell her son would be... well, just like her. She could sense it just like Dumbledore was able to sense it in her all those years ago, the magic just waiting to burst out of every pore in his body. She'd worried Lily would have her misfortune, but so far, Lily had taken after Harry's mother.

James and Emmeline had Josephine between them, both holding the girl's hands and having two different conversations at once. When excited, the twins tended to ramble just like her, but Josephine had grown next to these kids, so she was quite good at keeping track of everything that was being discussed. When they reached the train, Erick and Anne took their daughter to a side to say goodbye.

Mel allowed the entire army of people who had come for their children to wish them good luck first, and once the parade of hugs and kisses was done, she and Harry knelt in front of their kids.

"All ready?" Harry asked with a bright look in his eyes.

James nodded with the same look on his face, but Emmeline was struggling to hold back her pout. "What happens if we're all put in different houses?"

"Emmeline," James rolled his eyes. "We will see each other all the time."

"He's right," Mel soothed her daughter, reaching to caress her hair. "There is no rule that forbids you to visit each other's common rooms, our eat together."

"Besides," Harry piped in, "you may do your own set of friends in school, that would be good for you, Emmie." The little girl pouted, her baby blue eyes brimming with tears that melted her parents's hearts. "Now, love, don't be scared, you're just like your mother, you'll get friends in no time!"

"I want you to know," Mel said anxiously, unable to hold back. "That we don't expect you to be out of the ordinary. I'd be perfectly happy with good kids that do well at school, nothing more."

James scowled. "Merlin, mum, are we that hopeless?"

The woman laughed. "James, you are many things, but hopeless isn't one of them. You're energetic and quick-witted, and I'm sure you'll find your place and be very happy at school. What I'm saying is..."

"Mum doesn't want us to care about being like her," Matthew said plainly, his emerald eyes serious. "Because it's a tough deed, isn't it? It takes extra lessons, and we won't enjoy ourselves as much if we try too hard."

Harry looked at him and then back at Mel, and she knew what he was thinking. "Yes, Matty. Thank you. What your mother means is that we don't want you to put much weight on the things you'll hear at school. Everything always sounds more impressive than it actually was."

"And you can always ask us about it," Mel added. "I would feel better if you asked us directly instead of listening to other people's versions of things they didn't live."

"Mum, don't fuss about it, we can handle ourselves," James brushed it off, but Mel knew her son, he was just as anxious as his sister.

The woman wrapped her arms around the twins and took a shaky breath. "Can't believe my babies are all grown up," she sniffed. "Don't forget to write."

She fussed over them, kissing all over their childish faces and drinking in the roundness and rosiness of them, knowing there was a chance they would come back looking differently just like Harry and she tended to do every June.

Her husband hugged the twins next, whispering some things that were meant only for the children, and both kids nodded solemnly. Then he kissed both on the cheek, and he moved back a bit to pull Matthew and Lily closer, he spoke some more to them and gently cleaned Lily's tears as he spoke, he was nothing but calm and collected. Mel watched him, falling in love all over again.

She joined the hug, gave some extra kisses, and finally parted. Harry kept a firm grip on her waist just in case, she couldn't blame her, the next seven years would be full of changes and new adventures, and she was scared, but also a little heartbroken. Before she knew it her twins would stop being kids who needed her and would turn into young adults, ready to live a fuller life away from her and Harry. And then what? She couldn't remember a happier time than when she became a mother.

"Are you as terrified as I am?" Harry asked quietly.

"I have half a mind to sneak into Hogwarts and keep an eye on them, or ask Fawkes to do it," she retorted, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. "This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be."

"Yeah," Harry took a deep breath, pulling her closer.

October 2015

Mel and Harry were having dinner at the Sultens' household when Regulus came thumping down the stairs, holding a brown envelope in a shaky hand.

"I got it!" He waved the letter over their heads when he reached the dining table. 

"What!" His mother snatched the piece of parchment and read over the first few lines, then gasped and beamed. "Regulus is Scamander's new intern!"

"Merlin's beard!" Mel jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around her brother, squeezing him tight. "That is wonderful news, Leggie!"

"Cheers, Reg," Harry had also gotten to his feet and was patting the young man's back in a fatherly manner.

Matthew and Lily Potter entered the room curious to know what the fuss was about. "You screamed and scared Lily," the boy informed them.

"Not much!" Lily was quick to add. "But why are you yelling, mum?"

"Your uncle got his dream job!" Mel smiled from ear to ear.

Lily frowned. "You wanted to work, uncle Reg?"

Emily laughed. "Ah, this one doesn't even want to do his own laundry, love, but since I work at the Scamander's reserve not only he has to do what I tell him here, but I'll be supervising his chores there too!"

Regulus's smile remained, but it tightened slightly. "Can't wait!"

January 2016

The silence was growing so thick from pure shock that Hermione felt on the verge of tears.

"You know, you could at least pretend to be chocking on something," she said impatiently.

"What? No," Mel blinked, then she gaped and stayed silent again.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, you lot are overreacting!"

"Beg your fucking pardon?" Ron asked smiling from ear to ear. "You just said you're being considered for Minister of Magic!"

Hermione's face flushed all the way down to her shoulders. "Yes, well, but it isn't set in stone—"

"Oh, but really, what kind of competition could you possibly have?" Mel snorted, the humble approach of her friend towards the news had jumpstarted her brain. 

"You are being considered too, you know?" The woman said plainly.

Mel brushed it off right away. "Ah, yes, but hell will freeze before I take it. Minister of Magic, me? When you're on the line? Fat chance!"

"Harry would've been considered if it weren't because of his old habit of disregarding the rules when they're inefficient," Ron grinned.

Harry shrugged, also not caring for it. "Honestly they're doing me a favor, keeping me away from it. Not that I would've taken it in the first place, but I probably would've had some trouble saying no, what with feeling responsible for everyone's safety and everything."

Mel patted his shoulder. "It's alright, love, you're better off being a national dormant menace."

"But you, Hermione, you'd make a brilliant minister," Harry said, reaching to keep Mel's hand on his shoulder and tilting his face to kiss it.

"Yeah, I agree!" Ron beamed. "There is no one on the bloody planet, let alone the country, that I'd trust more to lead than you, 'Mione. I always knew you'd be the greatest witch of our generation."

Hermione got even more flustered after her husband's declaration of faith. She tried to speak, but the only thing to come out was a series of incoherent mumblings and giggles. Ron's smile widened and he leaned in to press an effusive kiss on his wife's rosy cheek.

July 2016

There is a lot to be said about wizards' lack of modernity, and although many claim that we don't need muggle inventions like 'smart' phones or portable computers, it cannot be denied that our younger generations have a latent interest in them. Interest that Erick and Anne Flint are using to broaden the -quite frankly- dusty and wrinkled boundaries of our society.

I find myself standing in what has to be the busiest street in Diagon Alley today, to witness the reopening of Flint Inventions, a shop originally managed by Eliot Flint, grandfather of the current owner, Erick Flint. His wife, a woman who graduated in Electrical Engineering (a complex muggle career only for the smartest kind of folk, according to Anne's husband), claims to have discovered a way to blend modern artifacts and the magic of our wizardry society, and wants to bring the shop its former glory.

Erick Flint, who worked for several years alongside none other than Mel Dumbledore, current head of the department of mysteries, opened the shop this morning at ten sharp with the next speech:

'When I was a kid, I was told muggles could bring no benefit to my life, that their world was almost archaic and it was best to shun them out. So naturally, I went and fell in love with a muggle. [Laughs] Anne is the most talented inventor I've ever met, my grandfather had a soft spot for thinkers and revolutionary people, the same weakness that became the ruin of his shop thanks to some more than unkind rumors... I happened to share his weakness, and with tons of effort, I turned it into the backbone of Flint Inventions. 

Anne, this shop is your contribution to a world that would've grown stale and decrepit had it not been fortunate enough, wise enough, to welcome you and so many others of your kind with open arms. Congratulations, my love, I will continue to support you in every wonder you choose to create, until the very end.'

Following the touching speech, Anne Flint, her husband, and their five children held the scissors for the ribbon-cutting ceremony and then granted our brand new Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger-Weasley, a few minutes to speak. In her speech, the Minister assure those concerned that our traditions would be pushed aside in order to accomodate the outer world that she's worked relentlessly with Mr and Mrs Flint to ensure traditions are honored and wizardry safety is always first and foremost in every situation.

The Minister was also clear to point out that, while some traditions should be kept, such as wand usage and the statute of secrecy, our dislike for muggle electronics is certainly not one of them. This author wishes to remind those who think muggles bring nothing but trouble, that our current Minister is a proud muggle-born with countless achievements, such as seeking and destroying the horrocruxes of the late dark wizard Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, so I would advice you to think twice before speaking your out-of-date opinions out in the open.

There to support the Flints were not only the Minister's family (Head Auror Ron Weasley and his two children, along with the entire Weasley family), but also Mel Dumbledore and Harry Potter (current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) along with their four children, and Emily Sultens accompanied by her son, Regulus, youngest magizoologist to work for the Scamanders reserve.

When asked if his parents would be in attendance, Mr. Flint pointed at his cousin, Joseph Favre, and then at the guests around him "This is my family.", was his only statement on the matter. When I tried to contact Mr and Mrs Flint senior to ask about their youngest son's achievements, I got no response. Their loss, those old roaches.

Flint Inventions will open Monday to Saturday from 10 AM to 7 PM at #13 in Diagon Alley, just a block away from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. 

Remus laughed and put down the draft once he was done. "This is brilliant, Ted, but if I were you, I would abstain from calling the Flint seniors roaches. Scratch that out before taking it to your editor."

"Ah, I put that as a joke for you to read, Dad, I'm not actually leaving it in," Teddy grinned, taking the draft and fidgeting with the corners of the paper. "But did you like it?"

"I loved it," Remus nodded approvingly. "You're a talented journalist, and Merlin knows you're a thousand times better than Skeeter. I believe we all collectively sighed in relief when she announced her retirement."

"And we're all glad the Daily Prophet had enough sense to hire you," Tonks walked into the room holding a bunch of folders. She kissed her son's head when she passed by, which he accepted happily.

"Off to work?" Remus questioned when she kissed his cheek. "Tell Harry and Ron I say hi."

"And if you see Auntie Mellow and Hermione say hi too!" Thomas added, his head peeking from behind the couch.

"What about you, Ted, have any hellos you'd like delivered?" Tonks asked bemusedly.

"Nah, I'll visit my godparents tomorrow and I'll take the article so they tell me what they think," the young man said, looking pleased. "And I can show it to the Flints as well, they'll probably be there too."

"In that case don't delete the roach part yet," Remus grinned. "Erick is going to love it."

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[windingintheworld]

A OC fanfic. 1st chapter~♡ OC meets Kaito and is introduced to the academy!

Title: Sad Hello/Beautiful Goodbeye

First day♡

The end of another year means it’s time for a new adventure. The past few years haven’t done much to satisfy my craving for excitement. I’ve roamed the lively streets of London, explored the rich history of Germany, soaked up the vibrant culture of Brazil, and wandered through the ancient wonders of China, not to mention countless places in between. A hundred thousand miles across every time zone, and yet, here I am, still feeling a restless, empty, alone. At first, when the Institute asked for my help in capturing anomalies, I was exited. A witch working with them? That was unheard of, especially since we’re often seen as “volatile” and “unpredictable.” But as the months dragged on, the thrill faded, leaving me with the same old boredom.

“Next stop, Darkwick Academy, meow,” chirped a cheerful voice over the quirky metro intercom, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Next stop indeed,” I muttered to the empty cabin, my voice bouncing off the metallic walls. “Maybe Tokyo will have something fun in store?” As the train came to a smooth stop, the doors slid open quietly, letting in a rush of cool, fresh air that smelled like damp earth. Stepping into the early morning fog that drifted across the platform, I headed toward the chancellor’s office. With the sun just starting to peek over the horizon, it seemed my only company today would be a surprisingly large number of cats. Some were carrying parcels, others had letters, and one, I was pretty sure, had a small drill tucked under its paws. Already, this was way more interesting than the sterile vibe of the Institute HQ. Where I’ve been rotting the past six months.

As I walked down the brick-lined road, a playful grey cat with bright green eyes dashed up to my feet, weaving around my legs. “Meow, meow!” it called, its collar jingling as a little note flapped in the breeze. Curious, I bent down and grabbed the note from its collar.

Mary,

I hope this note finds you well! Please meet me in my office so we can get you settled. I’m sure you’re exhausted from your travels. Our friend here will show you the way.

~C

I gave the kitty a scratch behind the ears, feeling a warm glow inside. “Lead the way, little buddy.”

“Meow!” it replied happily, darting off ahead of me.

And just like that, my first day at Darkwick Academy began.

By the time my meeting with Cornelius concluded, the sky bathed the academy in a warm orange hue, characteristic of my favorite early mornings. I navigated my way through clusters of students shuffling to their classes, occasionally catching an odd glance, but for the most part, I remained overlooked. Typically, my dark clothes and hair contributed to a background character vibe; however, my golden-rimmed green eyes often drew attention. I had never been one to crave the spotlight, unlike many of my sisters. The background suits me just fine.

As I focused on the rhythmic steps of my scuffed shoes, I made my way toward the old chapel Cornelius had mentioned. Counting the cracks in the brick-lined walkway, I was suddenly jolted to the side as a body collided with me. A blond boy’s face came inches away from my own, his wide green eyes staring down at me, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, nearly obscuring the freckles scattered across his face.

“OH MY GOD!” His loud exclamation startled me, prompting me to gently push him off. He scrambled to his feet clumsily, reminiscent of a fawn finding its legs. A small smile tugged at my lips. Though I could feel the disconnect between my feathers and my true feelings. It's safer to keep distance, goodbyes always come too soon. The boy was apologizing profusely, extending a hand toward me, which I accepted.

“I’m Kaito Fuji. I’m so, so sorry again. You aren’t hurt, are you?” He looked me over, and somehow, his cheeks seemed to redden even more. How cute.

“I’m quite alright, though I suggest you be a bit more careful in the future.” I glanced down at where his hand still held mine; his touch was pleasantly warm, not uncomfortable. Following my gaze, he quickly released my hand and held them up in a gesture of apology.

“Ah! Sorry again. Um,” he paused, clearly feeling awkward. “So, what’s your name? I don’t remember seeing you around before.” He offered a smile that mirrored the warm colors of the morning. I returned his smile, realizing that since I might be here for a while, it would be wise to play nice—at least to avoid potential enemies.

“Mary Baker. It’s nice to meet you, Kaito. You’re right; today is my first day at the academy. I hope we can get along well.” I put forth my best friendly smile. Kaito gasped slightly, and he seemed to tense up. Confused, I asked if everything was okay.

“Okay? Better than okay! How about I show you around? I’m free of classes right now anyway! We can even grab some lunch—my treat.” I nodded and we began walking together.

It seemed I had already made my first friend: Kaito Fuji.

Kaito led me to the dilapidated chapel, its squeaky floorboards groaning under our weight, while the boarded-up windows did little to enhance its charm. He insisted on going first, puffing up his chest and putting on a brave face that made me suppress a smirk. “It’s not so scary,” he declared, though I could see a flicker of nervousness in his wide eyes. “Just a little... character.” His cheeky grin was cute, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of amusement at his bravado.

As we climbed the stairs, I dropped my backpack at the top with a thud, the weight of it a reminder of my centuries of experience. “I’ll need to pick up some supplies soon,” I said, glancing at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, you definitely don’t want to run out of snacks or anything,” he replied, his voice playful. “A girl with a hangry mood? That’s a recipe for disaster!” He flashed me a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling. Very cute. Little does he know as a witch I rarely need to eat, but my identity is something best kept secret. Witch’s aren’t trusted among the few that know of our existence. For good reason, I suppose. The observations I was put through by the Institute for the past six months show how little trust they have.

I rolled my eyes, the corners of my mouth twitching slightly. “How noble of you to worry about my mood, Kaito. But I assure you, I’ve survived much worse than a lack of snacks.”

We hurried out of the chapel, the irony of a witch living in such a spooky place not lost on me. Kaito continued to guide me around the campus, his excitement palpable as he showed me the main building, classrooms, and even the teachers’ lounge. “And here’s the cafeteria,” he announced dramatically, arms outstretched as if revealing a grand prize. “Where all the best gossip happens! But, um, I might have a little hiccup…” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing slightly. “I forgot my wallet.”

I couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle. “And here I thought you were the brave hero of the day. It seems you’re just a boy who can’t keep track of his belongings.”

“Hey now, don’t go teasing me too much!” he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his enjoyment of the banter. “You’re not going to let me starve, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get fed,” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. “But only if you promise to keep that dimpled smile on your face. It’s quite charming, you know.” His face turned red.

“Ch-charming? Me?” he stuttered out and I couldn’t help but laugh.

We had a nice enough lunch, Kaito chitchatting animatedly about the different houses at Darkwick Academy. “So, there’s Frostheim, my house,” he began, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s full of mostly nepo babies—rich kids who think they own the place.”

“Sounds delightful,” I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

“Then there’s Vagastrom,” he continued, a hint of disdain creeping into his tone. “We call them the ‘thugs.’ They’re tough, but honestly, I’d steer clear of them if I were you.”

“Noted,” I said, intrigued.

“Jabberwock is interesting, though. They run, like, an… anomaly safari,” Kaito explained, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “I’ll definitely be checking that out soon; it sounds like a blast.”

“Anomalies? Now that’s something I’d love to see,” I mused, my curiosity piqued.

“Hotarubi is another one,” he said, his voice brightening again. “It’s a house of artists. They’re all about creativity and expression.”

“And Sinostra?” I prompted, wanting to hear more.

“Ah, that’s the casino house,” he said, shuddering slightly. “And their vice captain, Romeo? Definitely someone to avoid. He’s a weird stalker,” Kaito grumbled, his expression reflecting genuine concern.

“And what about Mortkranken?” I asked, intrigued by the medical house.

Kaito shivered at the mention. “Ugh, don’t even get me started on the captain. Mad scientists are always a good time, right? Just don’t let them experiment on you.”

I chuckled, finding his reactions amusing. “And Obscuary? What’s the deal with them?”

“Honestly, I don’t know much about them,” he admitted, scratching his head. “You might want to investigate that one yourself. They’re a bit mysterious.”

“Sounds like I have my work cut out for me,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “Thanks for the intel, Kaito.”

Finally, we made our way to the convenience store, and I raised an eyebrow at the odd assortment on the shelves. The place had a strange mix of magazines and snacks, with far too many glossy covers for the amount of food. “Looks like they prioritize entertainment over actual meals,” Kaito remarked, picking up a magazine featuring a cat in oversized sunglasses. “What do you think? Should we get this for your ‘how to survive Darkwick Academy’ guide?” He held it up to his face, striking a silly pose that made me shake my head, both amused and exasperated.

As we wandered the aisles, I felt a mix of anticipation and amusement bubbling inside me. Maybe Darkwick Academy wouldn’t be so dull after all—especially with Kaito around.

[kyienyy]

would you still love me?

lee know x male reader wordcount: 1.6k genre: angst, zombie apocalypse au, non idol au

you and minho had always been good friends, good enough that people would always think there was something more than friendship in your relationship.

but everything changed the day the government announced there was a virus going around in korea.

streets were covered in blood, cities were polluted with the entities people call 'the undead' or 'zombies'.

every day was hard. keeping safe from the zombies, protecting the people you love from them; it was all too hard.

not until you were bit.

you and your group of friends had been staying at a run-down building somewhere in seoul for the past week. it had been two weeks since you, minho, jisung, and yongbok ran away from home. the four of you had been stocking on instant ramen, chips, and other foods.

it was a 'normal' day for you, waking up to check if there were zombies near where you were staying, preparing a small meal for all of you, gathering essentials like food, water bottles, and more. until you spotted a few zombies coming from the southeast.

you quietly return back to the small apartment you and minho found while exploring the small building. "leemin? hanji? leeyong? are you there?" you whispered. "(reader), we're here!" minho shouts. you run to where you heard minhos voice in a hurry.

"minho! dont be too loud. i saw a few zombies while i was finding us food." you shush him as soon as you see him. yongbok and jisung give you a weird stare but continue on with what they were previously doing.

"oh. well, if you're really that scared, we could board up the entrances and windows of this building once we get enough supplies for the four of us." minho remarked almost sarcastically

"i'm being serious, lee minho." you sneered. "sorry, sorry. i was also serious, you know? i just came off... sarcastic." minho apologizes calmly. "whatever, im going to check again." you mumbled.

you were about to go back down until you heard loud banging by the entrance of the building. you look to your group of friends in a panic. "guys, i think now is the time we run." yongbok gulped

you run down the stairs to check if it were zombies that were banging on the door or just the wind hitting the entrance. you looked out of the window of the 1st floor.

there they were. alive zombies banging on the one thing that had been protecting all of you. you rushed back up to tell your friends what you had seen, but they were already coming to you.

"guys, the zombies... they're banging at the entrance... what do we do?" you trembled. "we'll be okay, right?" jisung questioned as he looked into minho's eyes.

"jisung-" minho is cut off as a loud bang of metal clashes on the floor and footsteps are heard running into the building.

"just... go back up! hide in our room, i'll try to ward them off." you exclaimed, "no, we can't leave you here!" yongbok stuttered. "just go. they're almost up here." you insisted. minho takes one long look at you and takes your friends arms. "im sorry." minho muttered as he brought yongbok and jisung up the stairs and into their room.

you look down the narrow staircase. what you had heard was true. a group of zombies were running up the stairs. your life had flashed right before your eyes, all the happy moments you had with minho and your group. mostly minho.

you ran up the stairs, you occasionally shouted so that the undead knew you were still there. you felt like your heart was about to explode.

and there he was. minho. he had been following you ever since you had reached the floor that the three were on. he had caught up to you and held your hand. "come on, don't be too slow, or else the zombies'll catch up!" minho joked as if you two weren't being chased.

you and minho had eventually reached the top floor. and the group of zombies were still following the both of you up the staircase. you didn't know what to do after you two got up to the roof, but minho knew what he was going to do.

"hey, zombies! come catch us!" he shouted. a few seconds passed as the footsteps came louder. then you see the first few zombies. "(reader), trust me, okay?" minho whispers to you.

the zombies come in a line, all running to the both of you. minho quickly pulls you to the side, and most of the zombies fall off the rooftop. except for one.

one of the zombies was smarter than rest. the zombie ran to you. grabbing your arm and biting it; hard. you screamed in pain, feeling a tingling feeling in your arm. "MINHO, HELP!" you shouted. you kicked the zombie off of you, and it fell down the building with a splat.

"oh god... (reader)..." minho says as his eyes widen. "it hurts... minho..." you groan. "i'm so sorry." minho mutters as he starts to regret the decisions he just made.

the both of you walk back to your groups room. you have a ribbon tied around your arm, it being tight enough that it stings. you and minho finally reach the room that yongbok and jisung are waiting at.

jisung stares at you with knitted eyebrows and downturned lips. "(reader), are you okay?" yongbok asks, looking at the bite on your forearm. "i... i was bit." you stutter.

the two best friends' eyes widen. minho starts to tear up. "...i was too reckless." minho mumbles. minho looks down as he wipes off his tears. "its not your fault. i'll be okay, i promise. don't cry." you turn to comfort him. you hold minho by the shoulders and hug him softly. "thank you," you whisper into his neck.

the four of you walk out of the building as you tighten the ribbon around your arm. you all eventually find an exit after walking the empty streets.

there was one con to this exit, though. there was another group of zombies that were walking around. the only thing you could do to get out of the town was to distract the zombies.

you walk behind a trash bin in a narrow alleyway, you get ready to shout as loud as you can as to distract the zombies and climb up a ladder further into the alley, but a sharp pain in your arm brings you to your knees.

jisung finds you laying on the floor clasping onto your arm for dear life, something giving him a feeling that the ribbon tied around your arm isn't enough to stop you from turning into something you hate with your whole heart.

"minho! (reader) collapsed, come quick!" jisung shouts. "jisung... shut up. the zombies... they'll hear yo-" a pain in your gut cuts you off.

minho and yongbok rush to where they heard jisungs voice, but they weren't the only ones who rushed to the both of you.

"the zombies- they heard you!" minho shouts "just go that way!" minho adds as he points further into the alley.

you all run deeper into the alleyway, it being dark even though it was still daytime. the zombies followed your group, but they came slowly, as if they were teasing you.

you all had finally reached the end of the dark tunnel like alleyway, but it gave you a realization that you had all missed the nearest ladder to where you were nearest to.

you felt like you were going to collapse then and there. the exhaustion of running made you want to give up already.

you look around the alley for anything that could be used to escape and get out of this lifeless town.

and there it was.

you found a steep flight of stairs going up to the building to the side, but someone would have to distract the zombies so they wouldn't notice the others running up.

"guys, you all should go up those stairs," you point to your group, "if you go there, you'll be able to go to the other side of the building and get out of this damned town." you add. "what about you? aren't you included?" yongbok questions

"i'm not included, i wont be coming with you all." you reply. "WHAT? no, you have to come... you have to..." minho demands. "i have to distract the zombies so you all can get out safely-" "i dont care if we don't get get out safely. we can't just leave you here!" minho shouts.

"i'm infected either way, i won't be any help to you guys." you mumble. "but- we cant-" minho cuts himself off. minho sighs deeply and looks to his feet then to the approaching entities.

"okay. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." minho says as he hugs you tightly. "i love you." minho sobs into your shoulder. you share your last group hug with the most important people in your life

the three quickly climb up the staircase, careful not to make too much noise. minho is the first to be able to get up. he watches as you slowly walk nearer and nearer to the undead.

"i love you too." you whisper to yourself. the zombies fully engulf you until the group can't see you anymore. minho falls to his knees as he holds his hair and cries silently.

"let's just... get out of here. i'm sorry." yongbok says as he pats minho's back. "he's... gone." minho cries out.

the three quickly run out of the abandoned town and eventually find a safety camp after roaming around.

minho never forgot you.

requested

[the-kr8tor]

I was so confused for a hot minute aha- I didn't realize that Father's day in Australia was a different date (September 1st)

Daily Hobie HC! A relationship between a demon, and an angel. Scandalous, right? But who can stop you two at this point.

Hobie meets you almost every day at the Inbetween. He's probably there more than Hell, always waiting for his beautiful angel, you. With your white, ethereal, fluffy wings and glowing halo, a stark contrast between his own red, black ombre'd horns, tail and wings.

You and Hobie always were in the Inbetween, not wanting to risk you to be seen in Hell, and him, seen in Heaven..however, most of the other angels already knew about your secret, not-so-secret relationship. Of course, they didn't agree, but at least they had the common sense to not interfere and try to separate them.

At least you both were happy with each other, and it wasn't hurting anyone. Sometimes you'd wrap your wings around him, pulling him to be right against you as you both sat in comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder.

And sometimes he'll playfully wrap his tail around your ankle, dragging you towards him as he took to the skies, letting go as your own wings started to flap.

Hobie remembers the first time the two properly kissed, with your lips softly meeting his, one of his hands resting on the equally soft feathers of your wings. As soon as you both had pulled away, he teased you about 'being so naughty for an angel', trying to hide how flustered he was.

You could see through his facade, but ignored it for his sake, laughing along with his teasing quips.

He wishes he could've warned you. So you could escape. He wish that before this, was the final day he held you close, kissed your lips, warned you, to meet you after the invasion and console you.

The tip of his weapon was coated in black, ethereal blood, from having to slice off an angel's wings, leaving them to bleed out and die. The invasion of Hell on Heaven looked like something of a nightmare from above.

And what Hobie saw next was truly a nightmare.

You were in the air, panting with your own glowing weapon in hand, stained in demon's blood, red, oozing down to drip off the tip of your weapon. He watched as you kicked off one of the demons, puncturing it with the tip of your blade and throwing the limp body straight to the ground. As soon as the body slammed into the ground, already littered with bodies of both parties, you were knocked out of the sky with a javelin straight through your abdomen. Your wings faltered, before giving up on you.

Hobie felt his blood run cold as you plummet down from the sky, blood staining your clothes. Tears pricking at his eyes, he sprints towards you in the middle of the battlefield, avoiding any swinging swords, axes, clubs.

He felt his knees buckle upon seeing your body, laid on the ground, a pool of black blood already oozing out of your wound, the javelin having fully punctured through you as you laid on your back. Your eyes dull with no life in them.

Hobie felt his tears burning his cheeks as they rushed down his face. He grabbed onto your numb hand, squeezing it as he sat, hunched over your dead body, pleading for you to just wake up.

He squeezes his eyes fully shut, blackness engulfing him.

Suddenly..the sounds of war ceased to exist, replaced with the harsh sound of the hustle and bustle of the city.

Hobie opened his eyes, feeling cold and hungry. It was snowing, and he was huddled up to himself in an alleyway, watching the people of London walk past without glancing at him.

His entire body was shaking, his knees to his chest as he buried his face in between them, trying to curl up and conserve as much heat as possible.

Until..he felt a gentle hand nudge him. As he saw you, he had no idea who you were, or even why he felt like he'd known you before. Your eleven-year-old hand offers him food, to which, his own eleven-year-old hang reluctantly accepts.

Hobie tells you, out of pure appreciation, that you're an angel, to which you chuckle and point him towards a shelter so he didn't freeze in the cold, winter snow.

You're an angel. His angel. -🐦‍⬛

Lmaoo i fully understand the confusion! I had the same feeling when it was mother's day in the uk lol I bet you were scrambling to google it to confirm 😂

Daily Hobie HC!!!

OH THIS IS MY SHIT!! MY FAVOURITE TROPE EVER ANGEL AND A DEMON FALLING IN LOVE !!! AHHHHHHH THAT'S MY VIBE RIGHT THERE!

Ineffable spouses perhaps?

Oh the visual of angel! R falling from the sky then landing on piles and piles of bodies both demon and angel has me in a choke hold!! IWJSJWJZJWJJS

GASP THE PLOT TWIST! They'd love each other in every universe and every life 😭😭😭

[the-al-chemist]

The Lights That Never Go Out

Chapter 1: Over The Hills And Far Away

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write and share this story for a while. Thanks to @thethreebroomsticksfic’s 12 Days of Yule Bash, I finally had an excuse to start. This chapter uses the prompts ‘evergreen’ and ‘first snow’.

Warnings: mentions of war and loss.

1st December, 1998

The Ministry of Magic was as quiet as it ever was these days, the rush of lunchtime having settled, and the exodus of the evening not yet started.

Artemis paused in the very centre of the atrium. A few days ago, the spot had been empty, the way it had been since the May morning the Minstry was reclaimed from the Death Eaters. Now, however, one of the largest fir trees she had ever seen was standing in the place that had previously housed the Fountain of Magical Brethren. At least a thousand lights twinkled from its branches, reflecting in the shiny surfaces of the tiles covering the floors and the walls. It was as if the whole atrium were sparkling.

She was not the only one whose attention had been caught by the tree. Several others had also stopped to look at it, their expressions varying from those of appreciation and excitement to disapproval. One of the more dubious looking expressions was worn by a face that was familiar to Artemis, and she forced a smile as she walked over to her acquaintance.

“You don’t look too sure, Perce,” she said. She tilted her head at Percy Weasley, who fiddled with the arms of his glasses. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m not sure that it’s an entirely appropriate replacement for the fountain.” Percy sniffed, and his glasses wriggled up his long nose. “It seems rather frivolous, given everything that’s happened in the past year and a half.”

“That’s the whole point. People have had enough fear and misery. And Kingsley said it’s actually very symbolic.”

‘How so?”

“Because it’s evergreen,” said Artemis, repeating the word Kingsley had used. “Trees that are evergreen bloom all year round, even in the cold and the dark. And people decorate them to celebrate that the nights are going to get lighter from now on.” She smiled at the tree. “He says it’s very fitting to have a Christmas tree up now, exactly because of everything that’s happened.”

Percy did not look convinced, but perhaps he was just too stubborn to admit that Artemis was right. She frowned at him.

“I thought you and Charlie were doing some work on the house today,” she said.

“We were, but I got called in to work. There are a lot of last minute Portkey requests being sent through at this time of year and…”

Being entirely uninterested in Percy’s work, Artemis interrupted him before he got carried away and she was unable to get a word in edgeways.

“So, is your brother still in Ottery St Catchpole or has he gone back to Tinworth already?”

“He’s still at the Burrow.”

It was to the Burrow that Artemis Apparated once she left the Ministry of Magic, disappearing from the corner of a damp London street and reappearing in a frost-covered garden beneath a sky that was the rosy grey of incoming snowfall. Wishing that she had worn a warmer cloak, she hurried across the crunchy grass to the door of a tall and somewhat ramshackle house at the other end of the garden path.

The door was opened by a stockily built wizard with red hair and a face full of freckles, whose confused-looking smile dimpled his cheeks as he looked at Artemis.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he said.

“Just hurry up and let me in, Charlie. It’s freezing out here.”

Charlie Weasley obliged, opening the door wider so that Artemis could step into the warmth of his childhood home. Without her needing to ask him, he pointed his wand first at the window above the sink, which opened a fraction, then at a teapot on the kitchen table. A flame appeared beneath the teapot.

“How was the interview?” he asked.

“Fine.” Artemis removed her cloak and sat down in one of the few chairs that still had all its legs attached. “ More than fine. They offered me the job. I’m going to start in the New Year.”

“Congratulations,” Charlie told her. “You pleased?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I dunno if I’m that excited about working for the Ministry.”

“Is anyone ever that excited about working for the Ministry?”

“True. It’s not really what I want to do, but I don’t really know what I want right now, so at least I’ve got something to do. I can figure the rest out later,” said Artemis. Charlie nodded sympathetically and conjured two mugs from thin air. “And I reckon Bill and Fleur will want their spare bedroom back at some point.”

“They’ll want both of the spare bedrooms back, I expect.” Charlie half-laughed as he started pouring tea. He handed one mug to Artemis. “There’s no milk, I’m sorry.”

Artemis didn’t mind that. She took the proffered mug from Charlie’s outstretched hand and blew gently on the hot contents, her eyes scanning the room around her. She had not visited the Burrow in months, not since the war had recently ended. At that point, the house had been a wreck following Death Eater raids. There was a strange mixture of unpleasant feelings that had arose from seeing a place that had always been filled with such warmth and laughter reduced to an empty shell, and a broken and charred one at that.

Now, though, thanks to Charlie and his brother’s handiwork, the Burrow was starting to resemble the family home she remembered visiting during her youth. There were still a couple of piles of rubble in the corners of the room, many of the chairs were in pieces, and white sheets layered with dust covered most of the surfaces, but the building was standing strong.

“It’s what they call a fixer-upper,” Charlie said, with a wry smile. Artemis shook her head.

“It’s not looking half bad in here,” she told him. “Do you reckon you’ll be finished in time for Christmas?”

“Godric, no. I’ll never get all of it done by then, even if Percy took the next few weeks off work.”

“Not even if you used magic?”

Charlie shook his head. “You know I don’t like taking shortcuts,” he said. “It doesn’t need to be perfect, just liveable. That’s good enough. As long as everyone can come home for Christmas, that’s the main thing. I can finish the rest in the New Year.”

As Charlie fell quiet and sipped his tea, Artemis continued to look around the room, craning her neck in an attempt to peer around the corner into the living room and up the stairs to the landing above. One foot tapped impatiently against the table leg as she did so.

“Aren’t you going to offer to show me around?” she eventually asked Charlie, who coughed quietly as he laughed midway through a sip of tea.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Your Christmas present is here. I’ll have to go and hide it first. Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

It was Artemis’ turn to laugh. Charlie had given her the same thing for Christmas every year since she was sixteen: handknitted socks in lurid colours that seemed to get uglier with each year that passed. She knew as well as Charlie did that Christmas held no surprises for her as far as he was concerned.

“You hide the present, and then afterwards I’ll go and look for it,” she said, eyebrows raised mischievously.

“You’ll never find it. I know where all the best hiding places are these days.”

Artemis didn’t doubt it. Charlie had always known where all the best hiding places were. She frowned slightly, as a question entered her mind, one she had first asked herself ten years ago.

“Where did you go?”

“What?”

“All those times when we were here when we were younger and no one could find you,” Artemis explained. “Where did you used to go?”

Charlie half-smiled into his cup of tea and shrugged his shoulders. Unsatisfied with that response, Artemis placed her own mug down and narrowed her eyes at him.

“It’s a secret,” Charlie said. Artemis glared harder, and he sighed. “Alright. I’ll show you, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. Yeah?”

Artemis nodded. “Not a single person, I promise. Cross my heart.”

Her promise was clearly good enough for Charlie, because he rose to his feet and walked across to the staircase, his unfinished cup of tea forgotten on the table. Artemis made to follow him, but he stopped and pointed back at her chair.

“You might want to put your cloak back on,” he told her.

Curious, Artemis did as he suggested him before following him up the many flights of stairs to the very top of the house.

“You were in the attic the whole time?” Artemis asked, as Charlie opened the door to the attic. “Please don’t tell me the ghoul was just you in a stupid costume.”

“Not quite.”

Charlie walked across the attic, which was just as dusty but not nearly as cluttered or dark as Artemis remembered, the piles of cardboard boxes that had previously cast shadows across the floorboards having disappeared, allowing the light to stream in from the window at the back completely unobstructed. Artemis stopped in her tracks.

“Wait,” she said, looking at the window. “Did you add that in recently, or…”

The look on Charlie’s face was answer enough. He opened the window, and swung one leg over the sill. He looked back over his shoulder at Artemis, a daring look in his eyes.

“Are you coming, or what?”

As Charlie climbed out of the window, Artemis crossed the attic to follow him. She leaned out of the window to see him crouching on top of the sloped roof of the house. He pointed to the bottom of the window.

“Hold onto the guttering and put your foot on that ledge there, and then you can just step across to where I am,” he told her. “Just be—”

Artemis did not hesitate to step onto the ledge below the window and jump off it to join Charlie on the roof, barely using her hands to support her as she did so.

“— careful.” Charlie blinked. “Or not. Alright, come on.”

“There’s more?”

“If anyone looked out of the window, they’d see me straight away,” Charlie said with a shrug. “The best spot is over there.”

With Artemis on his tail, Charlie scaled up and over the roof to the other side, away from the window, coming to rest at the flatter part where the rooftop met the chimney. The two of them sat down on the brown roof tiles, the chimney the only thing in their way of the view across the orchard and rolling hills behind.

“If you stay low, you can’t even be seen from the garden,” Charlie explained. “And when the fire’s lit, the chimney is warm. So, it’s kind of the perfect spot. No one can find you, no one can bother you.” He looked almost sheepish as he continued, “As much as I love my family, it was always nice to have somewhere I could escape from them all. Everything was always so loud here, and… Well, you know that I’ve always preferred the quiet. Sometimes I needed to get away.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Charlie looked at Artemis and smiled, before returning his gaze to the view of the countryside. Artemis looked out as well. The sky that had previously been threatening snow had started to make good on its promise, and tiny flecks of white were now falling from the clouds above to land on the frosted fields below. The snowflakes didn’t make a sound, and neither did she and Charlie. Instead, they stayed side by side in companionable silence, watching the first snow of the year fall to the ground and melt away as if it had never been there at all.

“Do you think any of it will settle?” she asked after a short while. Charlie shook his head.

“It’s not cold enough. Maybe if we get some more at Christmas it’ll stick around.”

“I’d like that.” A smile crept across Artemis’ face. “Remember that Christmas in fifth year when I came to stay? I was desperate for snow that I started practising a bogus spell Merula taught me.”

“It wasn’t bogus,” said Charlie. “You had Hogwarts caught in a blizzard. You’d have been stranded if I hadn’t snuck out and flown all the way there to pick you up.”

“Always sneaking,” muttered Artemis with a grin, and Charlie nudged her in the ribs with his elbow. She giggled, before falling quiet once more. “That Christmas might be the best one I’ve ever had. It definitely was at that point, anyway. It was the first time I ever felt like I really belonged to a family at Christmas, even though it wasn’t actually my own family, it felt…” Her voice tailed off, her sentence remained unfinished. “I’m really happy that you’re going to make it so everyone can be here for Christmas again.”

“Me too. With everything that’s gone on and everything that’s changing, I’m glad that there’s something that’ll be the same as it used to be.”

“Like Christmas trees staying green all the time.”

“I guess so.”

Artemis’ teeth grazed her bottom lip. “Lots of things are changing these days, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. Some of it is good, though,” said Charlie.

“Oh, yeah. I know that.” Artemis turned to him, her head tilted to one side. “Would you say that we’ve changed, or are we the same as we always have been?”

“I dunno.” Charlie seemed to consider the question carefully. “I’d say that we are pretty much the same. Some people would probably say we haven’t changed enough.”

He laughed, and Artemis couldn’t help but join in. She leant back, resting her head against the cold tiles of the roof behind her, and extended her tongue as far as she could. A single snowflake fell onto the very tip of it, tingling slightly as it melted. Once it had disappeared, she wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and closed her eyes and mouth, savouring the silence around her.

“Thank you for showing me your secret place,” she whispered.

Charlie’s response was so quiet that she barely heard him at all, his voice seemed to melt away into the air like the snowflake on her tongue.

“You’re welcome.”

[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON speculation for season 7

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” 

Chapter 10 is already available on AO3 and Chapter 11 will be posted soon.

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 11 because at the end of Chapter 10, both Buck and Eddie had therapy assignments to complete but instead of asking each other for help to fill in the gaps of their memories, they asked other people who were there during the shooting and the lightning strike. Eddie asked Captain Mehta but he told him that he should ask Buck for details about the shooting. Buck asked Chimney but he told him that he should talk to Eddie to get details about how he got down from the aerial and to learn what happened after they made it to the hospital.

At 10:56PM, Eddie asked Buck to join him for his session that's scheduled for Friday, September 1st and Buck asked Eddie to join him for his session which he rescheduled for the same day so they wouldn't have to do separate visits. After they ended their phone call, they were both worried they wouldn't be able to go to therapy and explain what happened to the other one without making a love confession👀.

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Here are two snippets from Chapter 11: one for Buck and one for Eddie.

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Buck

At 1:37AM, Buck’s eyes open because he’s hyperventilating and he’s grabbing at his chest in an effort to stop the pain that’s surrounding his heart.  His eyes won’t focus, blood is rushing past his ears and there’s an unmistakable metallic taste all over his tongue.  In the back of his mind, he can hear himself screaming, “Come on Eddie!  Hand out! I’m gonna come.  I got you! Get your hand out!”

He’s having a nightmare and he understands that’s what it is when he looks at the ceiling and realizes he’s in his loft because it doesn’t look anything like the under carriage of a firetruck.

Why is Buck having a nightmare about the shooting?

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Eddie

At 1:37AM, Eddie’s eyes automatically open when he tries to stop the scream that’s attempting to escape his lips along with the panic that’s rising in his chest.  He’s in a cold sweat, his t-shirt is drenched and he’s having a difficult time breathing.  His hands are formed into fists and they’re sore because it feels like he’s been trying to lift something heavy and his mind keeps echoing, “Buck!  Can you hear me? Buck!”

He realizes he’s having a nightmare when he recognizes the blanket that’s covering him. It helps him realize it's not his turnout coat and he’s not on top of the aerial trying to pull Buck up after the lightning strike.

Why is Eddie having a nightmare about the lightning strike?

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 -Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 -After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are part of the foundation when a couple builds a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris.  Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1 - 10 are already available on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted-owl. (My apologies if you've already posted.)

[elvis-fangirl87]

This is smut so if you don't like it or are under 18 please don't read. It's my 1st attempt at smut so im sorry in advance 🤣

I can't believe my luck that I'm here in Hawaii standing front row and ready to see Elvis Presley. He has been my idol since I was a child and now I'm getting ready to see him in the flesh for the 1st time. Suddenly the lights go down and the space oddesy music started to blast threw out the convention centre and I felt the hairs on my arms stand up straight. I haven't seen Elvis yet and I already felt overwhelmed. Elvis suddenly appeared and I felt all the air leave my lungs. He was so beautiful in a pure white jumpsuit adorned with crystals shaped into American eagles. I feel like I have left my body because before I know it the show is nearly finished. Elvis was singing love me tender and a lot of women were rushing towards the stage as Elvis was giving away kisses and I built up enough courage to walk towards the stage.

I honestly felt silly standing there just waiting while he made his way towards me. By the time he got to me the song was ending and Elvis looked at me and said "I'm sorry honey" I felt my heart drop and I made my way back to my seat feeling disappointed and embarrassed that I was the only girl who never got a kiss. The end of the show was here and the opening of Cant help falling love with You began to play and I was memorised by him. He was amazing and I could not stop staring at him. At the end of the song he took his cape off and threw it into the audience and I feel like it all happened in slow motion. His cape was coming straight in my direction and it hit me right in my face knocking me off my feet as it was heavy. I was praying that Elvis had never seen this as it was so embarrassing and what made the situation way worse was that some girl stole the cape from me. When I got on my feet I saw Elvis standing on the stage staring at me. I wasn't sure what I was meant to do so I just smiled at him and he nodded his head and told the crowd thank you and left the stage.

Everyone left the stadium rather quickly and I felt that even though I now have a very sore head and that I never got a kiss I still had the most amazing time.

I stood up and got myself ready to leave when I felt someone grab my arm making me jump

"I'm sorry I  made you jump" a man I didn't know said to me.

" oh it's ok"

"I'm Joe Esposito and I work for Elvis  and he would like to see you backstage"

" he wants to see me? Why?" I ask so surprised

" He wanted to see if you are ok after you got hit by his cape"

" oh no did he see that?" I ask embarrassed

" he did and he wants to see that your alright"

"oh ok" is all I can say as I feel shocked.

Joe leads me backstage and I walk into a room full of people. There are a lot of beautiful women here and I feel like I'm a square peg among circles.

I see Elvis still dressed in his jumpsuit his hair stuck to his head with sweat and surrounded by beautiful women all fighting to get his attention. I find a spot at the back of the room and I stand there hoping to blend into the background

" Hey Joe" Elvis shouts once he sees Joe walk past him

"Where is that girl I asked you to get?" he asks

" she is here. I don't know where she is hiding as she is a shy one" he says his eyes scanning the room. He suddenly spots me and then points me out to Elvis.

I see Elvis walk towards me. His walk oozed strength and confidence and sexiness and I felt my stomach flip

"Hello darling," he says when he reaches me

I look up at him and I stare at him wondering how it's even possible that he was even more beautiful close-up

"Are you ok?" he asks

" your beautiful" I blurt out feeling mortified the second I hear the words leave my mouth

"I mean hello and I'm fine" I add my face turning red from the embarrassment.

Elvis starts to laugh. His laugh is adorable his laugh does a little hitch like he's trying to catch his breath

" Why thank you for the compliment. Your very pretty yourself"

" oh gosh thank you"

"How are you feeling after I knocked you off your feet with my cape," he asked his face showing he was trying hard not to laugh.

"oh, I'm ok.  I think I'll just about live" I giggle showing Elvis that I wasn't angry or hurt and that I found the humour in the situation.

Elvis broke up laughing and I joined in.

"I'm sorry doll but all I saw was you then suddenly all I saw was your legs in the air" he laughs

"oh god I'm not graceful" I laugh covering my face with my hands.

"come with me honey," he says while taking my hand and I felt the electricity pass threw us

"where are we going?"

"Somewhere more  private"

My heart felt like it stopped.  Why does he want me alone?

We stepped into a bedroom which he used as his changing room and he closes the door behind us.

Elvis looks at me and sees that I'm nervous and shaking.

"Don't be scared little one.  I won't do anything to hurt you" he says rubbing his hands up and down my arm trying to calm me down but it had the opposite effect.

I felt like my body was fire and he was now looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"I saw how disappointed you were when you didn't get a kiss from me onstage and I want to make it up to you"

Elvis is now leaning close to me and I can smell the peppermint on his breath from the chewing gum that he has in his mouth.

His lips are now on mine and they feel so soft and plump and gently he slowly begins to enter his tongue into my mouth and I let out a soft moan. He kisses me with such passion that I was melting in front of him.  When he pulled away I felt something in my mouth.  I realised that I now had Elvis chewing gum in my mouth and I giggled while I began to chew it.

I saw Elvis' eyes scan my body while he bit his bottom lip and I grew shy that the man I have loved and admired since I was a child was now admiring me.  I felt my arousal growing and the need for him was growing strong and I knew that I wanted him.

Elvis took me in his arms and was feeling my waist when I feel his hands snake round and grab hold of my bum while he released a moan.

"you know I'm strictly an ass and leg man," he said breaking the silence

"oh really?  I'm strictly an Elvis girl" I giggle making him pick me up bridal style and carry me on the bed while he lay me down gently.

Elvis was now straddling me while staring at me with such passion in his eyes.

" Will you let me love you? " he asks his voice low and husky with desire

" please love me Elvis" I whine.

That is all Elvis needed to hear as he quickly removed my dress. He began smirking when he saw that I was wearing white underwear.

"White panties mean that you're a good girl," he says approving of my underwear choice.

Elvis kissed my neck slowly and began to drag his lips across my collarbone and placed wet kisses on my stomach.  He took my legs and spread them apart and he licked his lips when he saw my panties were already wet by my desire for him.

"looks like you're ready for me baby? " he smirks

I was so overwhelmed that words have failed me and all I could do was nod my head.

Elvis ran his hands up my body and I felt Elvis's fingers brush against my vagina and I moaned at the sensation.  Elvis grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them off him in one quick swoop. Once he had thrown my panties across the room he unhooked my bra with one hand and took it off me so quickly I hardly realised that he had done it.

"wow you have done that before" I giggle

"I've had a bit of practice over the years, baby"

He now has my boob in his  right hand while his left hand is rubbing my stomach and I honestly felt like I might just explode.

He began the descent to the part of me that needed him the most.  Elvis Presley's face was between my legs and I wish it was acceptable to take pictures as I would want that image to look back on.  He looked up at me with that crooked smile of his and I couldn't take no more.

"please Elvis I need you now" I beg

Elvis smiles again and places a sloppy kiss where I wanted it most.   He got to work on running his tongue over my flaps and was sucking on me like a lollipop and I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure he was giving me when he took his two fingers and told me to suck on them.  When Elvis felt that his fingers were wet enough he took them and began to finger me slowly, to begin with, but then faster and faster until all you could hear was my wetness and my moans.

"Elvis im going to cum" I moan so loud that I can hear the people next door start to giggle but at that moment i didn't care. Let them hear and let then know how good he is.

"cum for me baby"

Once I hear those words leave elvis's mouth my orgasm comes quickly.

"good girl" elvis tells me

To be continued 

[ambroziadelphine]

Madara in the real world: Chapter 15

Masterlist

"Take a deep breath. Channel your chakra, then let the breath out. Imagine your image, your body, your face, your voice. Form the chakra into that shape." He whispered in my ear behind me, his hands gently holding my arms to my sides as I focused. It was now December 1st and we'd been practicing for hours. He wanted to try and see how well I've done in the past week, having me make clones of myself; if I could get up to 3 basic clones formed well enough, he felt confident in moving up in my training. What he didn't know is I wasn't just trying to make a regular clone, I wanted to impress him. I wanted to try a shadow clone jutsu.

I took a deep breath like he said and concentrated, I wanted to make Madara proud. I was working hard to be good at this, and it was quite the challenge beginning from nothing, but I've made it this far and there was no way I was going to stop trying now. I imagined myself, taking effort to remember every detail, I felt my mind shifting to last night's video shoot though. He had bent me over my vanity, forcing me to look at myself as he fucked the hell out of me; I felt myself shiver, blaming it on the cold as I tried to focus again, making the signs like in the show. I felt like something left me, not a physical energy, but something like it; I could still feel it but it wasn't in me, but beside me. Madara was silent as I peeked my eyes open, looking to my right to see a person very similar to myself stood there, only a few things out of place; my hair wasn't as long as it was supposed to be and wavier then I meant, my eye colour was a little off, my face shape was a little different and I was a little too tall.

"That is actually quite impressive for your first clone." Madara mused, letting go of me as he inspected the clone, she blushed under his scrutinizing eyes and looked down. "You have more potential then I thought." He muttered making my clone raise a brow.

"Does that mean you thought I'd suck at this?" The clone asked, Madara chuckling lightly and shook his head.

"No, just that you are surprisingly good for someone in a world where no one ever used chakra this way before." He clarified making me grin, only to frown as my clone vanished, suddenly feeling a little dizzy as I stumbled slightly. "Alex? What's wrong?" He asked, rushing to my side to steady me but I waved him off gently.

"I'm fine.. just got a little dizzy there." I said, leaning on him for support slightly only for him to scoop me up in his arms, my body instinctively curling closer to him for warmth as I tried to not be so surprised. I don't know if I'll ever get used to how easily he can pick me up.

"I think we've done enough training for today. You should rest." He said, walking inside the house before turning at the door and whistling, Seth coming running in and skidding to a stop on the wood floors with his wet paws.

"We're inside, could you put me down now please?" I asked, he smirked at me and paused for a moment to pretend he was thinking.

"I suppose I could." He said, reluctantly letting me down as I took my winter boots off, Madara doing the same. The snow had gotten thicker in the last week, now being about 2 inches thick already, meaning when training Madara made sure I had on enough layers so I wasn't cold, claiming he was used to harsh weather and wasn't bothered as much as I think. As soon as my boots were off however, Madara picked me up again, this time tossing me over his shoulder making me squeak, getting a smack to the ass in response. "Never said I'd let you stay down." He said before walking up the stairs.

"Jokes on you, I have a pretty good view from back here." I teased, my arms crossed on his back as I felt another smack on my ass.

"So do I." He said, only to pause as I, in turn, smacked his ass back. I bit my lip and waited to see what he'd do, knowing I may have just costed myself the ability to walk tomorrow but it would always be worth it if I get to smack his ass every once in a while, hehe. "I better not hear you complaining tonight, because I will make you pay for that." He warned, continuing his way into my bedroom as my thighs clenched, heat blooming in my lower stomach.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I asked him, hearing him give an amused snicker before laying me down on the bed.

"Take your clothes off and find out." He said, smirking as he lifted his sweater off over his head, I grinned and immediately shed my clothes, tossing them to the side as I laid on the bed waiting for Madara. He crawled onto bed after undressing, a sexy smirk on his face as he stared at me with teasing eyes. "So eager." He taunted, chuckling darkly at my blush, his grin widening as I spread my legs for him, his hand trailing up my leg slowly as he looked over my naked and wanting form.

"Look at you.. is this what you were hoping for?" He asked making me bite my lip.

"Maybe." I said, his eyes narrowing as he kneeled between my legs, two of his large fingers stroking a strip up my core, spreading my arousal that had formed over my clit with a deep chuckle, letting out a soft moan.

"You're so wet, baby.. all this, for me?" He teased, knowing fully well what he does to my body with very little effort; he's gotten to know exactly what my body responds to by now, being very good at learning the subtle touches that get me going in every day life and the bedroom. I whined as he slowly rubbed my clit in soft circles, watching me intently with a confident smirk.

"Madara~" I moaned, eyes closing as he pressed harder, feeling my legs start to twitch as he hiked me up by my thighs, leaning down with his thumb still on my clit, dragging his tongue along my warm cunt. I gasped and moaned loudly, a hand tangling in his soft hair as he continued these movements before plunging his tongue into my trembling hole causing me to cry out and arch my back. He smirked as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of me slowly, groaning softly at the taste before I tugged on his hair when he removed his tongue from me. Two of his fingers took his tongues place, thrusting in and out slowly as his wet muscle moved on to flick the small bundle of nerves causing my leg to twitch again. He grinned and did it again, his ego boosting as my body started to twitch under his touch; his fingers thrusted into me at a steady pace, curling them making me buck my hips as I cried out, his tongue on my clit making my body tense as I felt my climax approaching quickly. "Master!.. f-fuck.. 'm gonna cum!" I moaned, his fingers picking up their pace as he sucked on my clit, tipping me over the edge as I came, crying out his name as my back arched. He slowly pulled back, grinning at me as he stared at my heaving chest and flushed face, staring up at him with so much desire it was almost palpable.

"Fuck, I love you." He said, quickly climbing up my body and smashing his lips into mine, folding my legs up to my chest; his kisses were harsh and almost rushed as he ran his tip along my folds. I let out a loud moan into the kiss at the taste of myself on his lips, Madara claiming my mouth with his tongue as I pulled him closer by his neck, his tip sliding into me as we both let out loud moans. The stretch as he sheathed himself inside me making my fingers thread in his hair, tugging slightly causing a groan to escape him, his tip kissing my cervix when he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in. He wasn't rough this time, it was almost more desperate then wild, almost as if he was trying to portray emotions he couldn't express to me otherwise. It sent my mind high in the sky to think he was holding in this much sensitivity, the way his hips thrusted gently into me, the sensual and slightly rougher kisses like he was trying so hard to not pound into me, the way his hands played my body like a rare instrument only he knew how to play. He trailed his lips slowly down my neck, the symphony of moans spilling from me as my nails clawed at his shoulders, his own groans echoing with my sounds as he laid sweet open mouthed kisses along my neck and collar.

"Oh, god.. Madara~! I love you!" I moaned, feeling his hips falter for a split second before his pace started to pick up, moving back to my lips as our kisses turned hot and sloppy.

"Say it again." He commanded between kisses, his breathing was turning heavy and his face was flushed, looking like a wet dream by the faces and noises he was making. I knew Madara was a little vocal in bed given the past few weeks, but this was different, like he was letting himself get lost in his pleasure for once.

"I love you! Fuck.. Madara, I love you- so much.." I babbled, repeating the words he wanted to hear over and over again, feeling my stomach tighten as his tip bullied my cervix, my eyes rolling back as he sat up a little, pushing on the back of my thighs more as he started to thrust faster with each word.

"Fuck, baby.." He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his face scrunched up in pleasure. "Cum for me.. Fuck, please baby, cum.." He said, the rare begging tone of his voice enough to drive me over the edge as I felt the tightness in my stomach burst. I was crying out his name as I came hard, tears streaming down my face as he groaned above me, my walls squeezing him so tight as he made me ride out my orgasm, his pace not faltering for a moment as he chased his own release.

"Madara! Oh god, Madara!" I cried, unable to move with how harshly he was pressing me into the bed, but still loving every second of it.

"That's it.. damnit, you feel so good.." He groaned loudly, leaning down again to steal my lips in a kiss, his hips were pistoning into me by now, the same passion and feverish emotions still heavy in the air as he kissed me. I felt like I was on cloud 9 with him, my body twitching as I cried out from the overstimulation, feeling myself getting close to the edge once more. I was clinging onto him for dear life, my arms wrapped tight around him as my fingers scratched his back, red claw marks in their wake. I could feel myself almost tipping over the edge when suddenly his hand reached down, starting to rub tight and fast circles on my poor clit, my body convulsing as I came, my arousal soaking Madara's thighs and the bed. I cried out into the kiss, my eyes rolling back as I felt him twitch inside me, his thrusts getting sloppy as he neared his peak; he shifted his body weight to hold me down tightly as he roughly thrusted up into me one last time. "Fuck! I love you, Alex!" He groaned out, my eyes widening as I felt that familiar 'pop' I've felt before, followed by his seed filling me as he let out a long moan.

We laid there, panting heavily as we came down from our highs, Madara's face buried in my neck as he laid soft kisses along it, having let my legs down so I could properly wrap my arms around him. I could feel my cunt throbbing but I didn't care, any pain I was in unnoticeable as Madara held me close, my fingers softly running through his hair. I gave him light kisses on the side of his head, sighing in content as we basked in the afterglow; it felt so calm, so peaceful. Like everything was perfect in this moment.

Then I felt something on my neck.

I didn't notice it at first, but as the sensation of water sliding down my collar and shoulder, Madara's shoulders trembling ever so slightly, it became all the more clear as I realized what it was.

Madara.. was, crying..

I wrapped an arm around his waist, another laying on his head as I smoothed out his hair, holding him tight as I peppered light kisses along his skin.

"I love you." I whispered in his ear, his hold on me tightening as he buried his nose into the crook of my neck, more tears soaking my skin. "I love you so, so much." I said, giving him a small squeeze of reassurance as I rubbed his back gently.

"Thank you.." He muttered quietly against my neck.

"Thank you for loving me."