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FINAL GIRL?

Ghostface Jungkook X babysitter F!Reader

You’ve known Jungkook for years—your childhood friend who became your neighbor, the one who secretly liked you since you moved in so long ago. You babysit for his youngest siblings every week, often staying late into the night while he drifts in and out of the house like smoke. He’s always watching. He’s always close. But now, girls in the neighborhood are dying—being stalked and slashed. Plus, someone keeps calling the landline whenever you’re home alone.

WC: 10.7k

WARNINGS: Read more, for mature audiences

You hated the landline. No one under 40 used it—except for Jungkook, who’d call sometimes just to hear how bored you sounded.

But tonight, the voice wasn’t his.

Not at first.

“Do you always leave the curtains open when the kids are asleep? Or is that just for me?”

Your skin prickled. The baby monitor crackled in the silence, a soft mechanical heartbeat.

You turned the lock on the back door. Again. And then again.

Still, the voice came back. Lower. Hungrier.

“You know I can see you, right? That little tank top. Those tiny shorts. You look like you want someone to come inside.”

You hung up. Your hands shook.

But when the knock came—three slow taps—you knew it was him.

Jungkook.

Shaggy hair. Hoodie. That stupid lip ring glinting. He smiled like he hadn’t just shattered you from the inside.

“Relax,” he said, brushing past you into the kitchen. “Heard the phone. Thought maybe you needed someone to keep you safe.”

You tried to laugh it off. But his eyes followed you like a knife against skin—lingering, sharp, waiting to cut.

The storm outside clawed at the windows, thunder crashing with a ferocity that rattled the walls. You couldn’t shake the unease crawling up your spine, every shadow in the house stretched longer, every creak of the floorboards louder, every breath you took heavier. You stayed still, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t a pounding drum inside your chest.

Jungkook, unfazed by the storm, leaned casually against the counter, watching you. His eyes were dark, his lips twitching with amusement as he watched you try to steady your breath. Every inch of him radiated something dangerous—a tension you couldn’t ignore.

“Do you ever get scared?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing. But there was an edge to it now, something sharper, something that twisted in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, your fingers tight around the edge of the counter. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” His tone was too sweet, too knowing. He pushed off the counter, stepping closer with slow, deliberate movements. Each step he took made you feel smaller, trapped. The air around you thickened.

Just then, the sound of the television broke the silence. The news was blaring, the anchor’s voice sharp and urgent, amplified by the tension in the room.

“…police are urging everyone to stay inside after the discovery of another victim, the third in the past week. Authorities believe a serial killer, who has been linked to multiple disappearances in the area, is on the loose. The killer is said to be wearing a mask, and no one is safe. If you are alone, it is crucial to remain vigilant…”

Your breath hitched, the words cutting through the room like a cold knife. You shot a glance at Jungkook. He was watching you intently, a smirk tugging at his lips as he listened to the broadcast.

“Well, that’s… comforting,” he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. He stood just a few feet away, too close, his presence like a weight on your chest. “I guess we should lock the doors. Or… maybe you want to leave? It’s not safe around here, right?”

Your pulse quickened, and you could feel the air turning thick with something unspoken. His voice was a whisper in the growing storm, a dark invitation. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was impossible to hide the terror crawling under your skin.

“No,” you said, almost too quickly. “I’ll be fine.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, and he took another step toward you. “You sure? The news says you shouldn’t be alone. And I’d hate to leave you all alone, especially in a storm like this…” His eyes glinted, a flicker of something darker moving beneath them.

You felt a chill run down your spine, the kind that made you wish you could scream, but the sound got caught in your throat. “What do you mean?” The words came out weak, betraying your fear.

He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “I mean…” He was standing right in front of you now, his breath hot against your skin. “It would be such a shame if something happened to you, especially with someone so… close.”

The weight of his words made the air seem even heavier. You felt trapped, cornered, but the part of you that wanted to flee was paralyzed—he had a way of making everything feel like a game, a sick joke that you couldn’t escape from.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, almost as if reading your thoughts. But there was a mischievous edge in his voice, like a promise you were too scared to understand. “Unless, of course, you want me to. That’s why you’re still standing here, isn’t it?”

The storm raged outside, a deep, guttural growl of thunder shaking the windows, echoing your racing heart. You couldn’t tell if you were trembling from the cold or from the way his presence suffocated you.

You wanted to leave, wanted to break free, but the air around you had thickened, every breath a struggle as you tried to focus on the flashing images of the news—the killer wearing a mask—as your mind twisted with dread. But somehow, in this suffocating moment, Jungkook’s presence felt like a far darker thing than the mask. His proximity, the way he knew exactly how to unnerve you—it was enough to make you wish you were anywhere else.

Suddenly, his smile softened, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something else in his eyes—something almost tender. But then the storm howled again, and the moment was lost. His hand lingered, and he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m here. You’re safe here with me.”

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that safety was the last thing on his mind.

The room was still heavy with tension as Jungkook’s figure loomed in the doorway, his eyes gleaming with something almost predatory. His words hung in the air, taunting you with their calm, casual tone.

“I’m gonna grab a pizza. You want anything?”

You forced a smile, trying to push the unease back down your throat. “Uh, yeah. A drink… and maybe a brownie,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t help it—everything felt off. But you didn’t want to show him just how rattled you were.

Jungkook gave a half-smirk. “You got it. Don’t move a muscle, okay? I’ll be back in a bit.” He turned on his heel, heading toward the front door. “I’ll bring something nice. Might even be the last thing you eat tonight.” The playful lilt to his voice didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The door shut behind him with a heavy thud, leaving you alone in the house.

The silence was suffocating. The storm raged harder outside now, the wind screeching against the windows, and the rain lashed against the house with violent force. You were grateful for the moment of solitude, but the unease gnawed at you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

It was just a pizza, right? He’d be back any minute.

You tried to distract yourself, pacing around the living room, your mind running wild. An hour had passed. You started to wonder if the storm had delayed him—if the roads were bad, if he got stuck in the weather. Still, something inside you felt… wrong.

The news came on again, the anchor’s voice too sharp, too urgent:

“…authorities are still hunting for the masked killer who has been terrorizing the city. The latest victim was found just hours ago in the neighboring town, her body discovered in an abandoned home. Police are urging residents to stay alert. The killer, now believed to be targeting women, is wearing a distinctive mask—”

Your heart skipped a beat. You pressed your hands against your temples, trying to breathe through the panic rising in your chest. Ghostface, they kept saying, but the truth felt far worse. You knew he wasn’t just a killer anymore. There was something sick about it, something that made your skin crawl.

You grabbed your phone, dialing Jungkook’s number for the tenth time. The call rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up. The phone’s screen dimmed, but you were too restless to let it go. You called again. And again. But still no answer.

Your pulse quickened. You couldn’t shake the sick feeling that something was off. Why wasn’t he answering? Why was it taking him so long?

You paced, your breath shallow, your thoughts racing. The anxiety clawed at you, making the air feel heavier with every second. You checked the time—another half hour had passed. You grabbed your phone again and called him for the twentieth time, your fingers trembling as you pressed the call button.

Then, suddenly, the shrill ring of the landline echoed through the house. You froze.

The old phone, dusty and forgotten for months, was blaring in the living room, the shrill sound slicing through the stillness. You’d forgotten about it in your panic, but the ring was unmistakable.

With a deep breath, you crossed the room to the phone, your hand hesitating just above the receiver. You didn’t know why, but a sick feeling crawled up your throat. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t him.

You picked it up.

The line was distorted—faint whispers, static crackling, and then a deep, guttural voice that sent a chill down your spine. It wasn’t Jungkook’s voice. It wasn’t anyone you knew.

“You see it dont you, the news and all. You look so pretty when you’re in distress…”

Your stomach turned, and you nearly dropped the phone. It was the same voice from before—the voice that haunted you every time the phone rang. Your breath hitched as panic surged through you. You could barely make out the words through the crackling distortion, but the message was clear: You were being watched.

“Do you like being alone? Or would you rather have someone… keep you company?” The voice was low, unsettling, almost playful, but there was nothing funny about it. It was sick. A shiver ran down your spine as your mind raced.

You slammed the receiver down, your heart thundering in your chest. What was happening? Who the hell was on the other end of the line?

The storm outside screamed louder, and just as you thought you couldn’t take another second of it, you heard a familiar sound—a key turning in the front door.

You froze. The door creaked open, and then the unmistakable voice you had been waiting for echoed through the hallway.

“Got your pizza,” Jungkook called, his tone light and carefree. “And I grabbed a big bottle of cola just like you asked… I brought a brownie too. You said you were starving, right?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him. He stood in the doorway, casually holding a pizza box in one hand and a bag with the cola and brownie in the other. His damp hair clung to his forehead from the storm, but he looked… normal.

Your pulse didn’t slow. Your heart was racing, the unease still crawling up your spine. It wasn’t just the news. It wasn’t just the storm. It was the call. It was the fact that, for some reason, you hadn’t heard him come inside.

You hadn’t heard the front door open. He hadn’t made a sound as he entered.

“Jungkook…” The word came out like a whisper, and when he raised an eyebrow, you realized you’d been staring too long.

He smiled, setting the pizza down on the counter, his eyes never leaving you. “What’s wrong? Scared of a little storm?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know if you should trust him. If he was himself. The anxiety that had been building in your chest swelled, but the fear was different now. It wasn’t just the killer anymore—it was him. You didn’t know who was standing in front of you.

And the way he was looking at you… it made you wonder if the real monster had never left.

The tension in the room thickened when Jungkook placed the pizza boxes down on the counter, the familiar smell of melted cheese and hot toppings filling the air. He gave a casual glance toward you as you grabbed cups, filling them with ice and pouring cola into them, trying to steady your hands. You could feel your heart still pounding in your chest, but you forced yourself to act normal, to push the unease down.

Jungkook leaned against the counter, pulling a slice of meat lover’s pizza from the box, his smirk creeping back onto his face. He took a bite slowly, watching you as he chewed.

“How are the little ones?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with something darker, something you couldn’t place. His eyes flicked toward the smaller six-cheese pizza and the brownie bag you’d barely touched. “They asleep?”

You nodded without hesitation, a little more unsettled than you let on. You’d left them upstairs, safe and sound in their rooms, but something about his question felt off. Hadn’t he just been out? How did he know so much?

“Yeah, they’re asleep,” you murmured, your eyes darting to the smaller pizza he had set aside for you. You were trying to focus on something familiar, something grounding, but the way Jungkook was looking at you made your skin prickle.

He bit into his pizza again, savoring the flavor as he watched you. His gaze felt heavy, almost predatory. “Have you checked on them? They typically smell pizza…”

A sly smirk curled at the corners of his lips. You caught the implication in his words, the tension between them. There was something behind the casualness of it, something darker that made your stomach drop.

You froze, your hand still gripping the cola bottle, and shot him a wary look. You shook your head. “They’re fine. I just checked on them before you came back.”

You lied, a very obvious one of that.

But still, his eyes never left you. He didn’t break the silence, just leaned against the counter, his fingers tapping lightly against the pizza box. The smirk didn’t leave his face, but there was something unsettling in his quiet amusement.

You felt an instinct, a gut feeling, that maybe you should double-check. Maybe you should be sure everything was alright. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly as you excused yourself and moved toward the hallway where the monitor was set up, a quiet hum filling the air as you made your way to the stairs.

But before you could take another step, a cold, sharp edge pressed against your neck, and the breath caught in your throat.

“Don’t bother,” Jungkook’s voice was low, chilling, his words coming out with a cold amusement. “To spare you, what I did to the others… they’re dead, baby.”

You could feel the metal of the knife biting into your skin, just enough to remind you of its deadly potential, but not enough to cut. The words hit you harder than the cold steel at your throat. You froze, your body stiffening, the reality of his words slowly sinking in.

“J-Jungkook…” you whispered, your voice trembling, as you slowly turned your head to meet his gaze.

The smirk was gone now, replaced by something far darker, more terrifying. He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear. “You thought you were safe,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. “But you’re not. None of you are.”

A chill ran through you as you realized the gravity of what he was saying. The storm outside seemed to roar louder, the rain battering against the windows as you stood paralyzed, caught between the knife at your neck and the man who had been your closest friend—now standing in front of you, his intentions clearer than ever.

You wanted to scream, to push away, but the fear kept you rooted in place. The last shred of trust you’d had in him evaporated like mist, replaced by the terror of the unknown.

The knife at your throat pressed just a little harder, and you felt a drop of blood begin to form. It was a warning—a warning you couldn’t ignore. And in that moment, you realized you were no longer in control.

Jungkook’s grip on the knife tightened as he brought it closer, the cold steel biting into your skin with a sickening precision. His lips curved into a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. The smirk, once playful, had morphed into something darker—more twisted.

“They’ve been dead for hours,” he said, his voice a soft whisper, each word heavy with menace. “That footage you saw? Nothing but reruns. I had my fun long before you turned on the TV.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. The reality of what he was saying began to creep in, slow and suffocating. His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as he watched your face fall.

“And my focus… it kept you up for hours, didn’t it?” Jungkook continued, his gaze never leaving yours. “You couldn’t sleep, could you? Too busy wondering when I was going to come back, what I was doing… and now you see how it ends.”

You couldn’t respond. Your heart pounded, the weight of his words sinking into your chest. There was no escape. The storm outside seemed to match the fury inside the house—the wind howling louder, the rain pelting against the windows as though nature itself was trying to scream.

But the worst part was the casualness with which he said it. Like none of it mattered to him. The lives he’d taken, the blood he’d spilled, all part of some twisted game to him. He took a step forward, closing the space between you, and the sharp blade of the knife pressed more firmly against your skin.

“Look at me,” Jungkook muttered, his voice a soft command. “Do you see it? The blood… it’s still fresh. Right under my shoes.”

Your stomach churned as the realization hit you: he was standing there, with the blood of another woman still staining the soles of his shoes, and you couldn’t look away.

He stepped closer, pushing the knife away from your neck only to replace it with his hands, gripping your waist as he pulled you roughly toward him. You could feel the heat of his body, the overpowering force of his presence pressing you into him. His touch, once comforting and familiar, was now a source of dread.

Before you could register what was happening, he reached for your pizza, plucking a slice from the box with a casual, almost amused expression. He held it up to your lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Chew,” he said, the command simple and chilling.

You didn’t move, staring at him with wide eyes. The smell of the pizza was nauseating now, the familiar comfort of it twisted into something grotesque. The knife still hovered near your throat, and you knew better than to refuse. But every inch of you recoiled at the thought of taking the food from his hand.

“Chew,” Jungkook repeated, his voice colder this time, darker.

Your breath shook as you hesitantly opened your mouth, taking the slice from his hand, the cheese pulling apart as you reluctantly chewed. It felt like the air had thickened, like time had slowed to a crawl. The taste was nothing like before—everything was wrong, every bite was heavy with the weight of his twisted game.

He watched you with that unsettling smirk, his eyes tracking every movement you made as you chewed, like he was savoring each second. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, sending an involuntary shiver through your body.

But it wasn’t the touch of comfort anymore. It was cold, calculated—every action designed to break you down further, to make you feel like nothing more than a puppet on his strings.

Your stomach twisted in disgust, but you had no choice but to obey. You had no power left in this moment, and every second of it was more suffocating than the last.

“Good,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his grip tightening around your waist. “Now you know how it feels to be the one who’s consumed.”

Jungkook’s grip on you softened as he took a step back, but his eyes never left yours. The knife was still in his hand, but the menacing edge to it had faded—replaced by something darker, something possessive, something far more dangerous.

“You know,” he said casually, as if this was all just some game, “I never wanted to kill you.” His voice was soft, almost affectionate, but it held an unsettling undertone. “It never even crossed my mind. I mean, what would be the point? You’re far more useful to me alive… I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you swallowed, the coldness of his words settling deep in your bones.

“You’re close to me, remember?” His smirk was back, colder and more twisted than before, and he took another step toward you. You froze, your back pressing against the kitchen counter as he advanced. His presence was suffocating now—he was no longer just a friend, no longer someone you could trust. He was a predator, a force you couldn’t escape.

Before you could even think to react, Jungkook’s hand cupped your jaw with almost alarming tenderness. The contrast between the brutality of his earlier actions and the gentleness of his touch sent a shiver of dread down your spine. His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach churn.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “I could have taken you, could have ended it all. But that wouldn’t satisfy me. Not like this.” His grip on your face tightened slightly, enough to make you gasp.

Then, with an almost casual movement, he slid his hand lower, cupping you—his fingers pressing against the soft fabric of your clothes. You flinched, a sick sense of realization dawning on you. He wasn’t just playing a game. He was taking his control to a place where your only option was to comply.

“I prefer other kinds of fun,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “And you’re going to make this very interesting for me.”

You shuddered involuntarily, trying to push against him, but his hand was already at your side, guiding you with an unsettling sense of authority. His smirk deepened, that same predatory gleam in his eyes.

The room felt colder, the air thicker, as his presence closed in on you even more, and the sound of the storm outside seemed to mirror the chaos in your mind. He wasn’t just a man anymore, not in this moment. He was a force, and you had no idea how to stop it.

His lips brushed against your ear, and you felt him whisper again, his tone turning darker, possessive. “You belong to me now, whether you like it or not. Don’t worry,” he said, almost mockingly, “I won’t kill you. Not yet.”

Jungkook took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours as the liquid slid down his throat. The glass glinted in the dim light, the sound of ice clinking against the sides almost too loud in the tense silence. He placed the glass back down on the counter with a casualness that didn’t match the underlying menace in his posture.

Then, without a word, he reached for your cup, his fingers brushing lightly against yours as he handed it over to you. His grip lingered just long enough to make your pulse race.

“Take a sip, baby,” he said, the words coming out smooth, but the chilling edge to his voice made every syllable sink into your bones. His eyes were dark, watching you with a twisted satisfaction as you hesitated for a moment.

You could feel the cold sweat forming at the back of your neck, but you took the cup, bringing it to your lips as your hands trembled slightly. You could taste the cola on the rim, but it was tainted by the suffocating sense of dread that hung in the air.

You took a sip, your eyes never leaving his as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. Every part of you screamed to escape, but your body stayed frozen, caught between your fear and your instinct to comply.

Jungkook’s gaze never wavered, and his lips curled into that sick, knowing smirk. As you placed the cup back down, he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing whisper. “Powerlines shot. Why else do you think I didn’t answer your calls?”

Your breath hitched, and your stomach dropped. Powerlines? You couldn’t make sense of it at first, but then it hit you. He had been deliberately avoiding you. The call had gone unanswered not because of some technical glitch, but because he had chosen not to pick up.

You felt the blood drain from your face as the weight of his words pressed down on you. He’d been watching you—every moment, every move, everything you did. And now, he was playing a game, one where you had no control, no escape.

“Did you think you’d be safe?” he murmured, his voice too soft, too calm for comfort. “No one’s coming for you. Not anymore.”

You barely registered his words over the pounding of your heart. You tried to reach for your phone, just instinctively, thinking you could maybe make a call, do something, anything to break free from this nightmare. But before you could even touch it, Jungkook’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly and pulling you back toward him.

He was too fast, too sure of himself, and you found yourself helpless in his grasp.

“No need for that,” he said, his voice a mockery of sweetness. “You’re not going anywhere. Not tonight.”

The walls seemed to close in around you as he held you in place, his fingers tight on your wrist, the weight of his words sinking in like a vise. And in that moment, all you could do was stare at him, trapped between the terror in his eyes and the twisted reality of what he had become.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, his breath warm and unsettling as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck in a way that sent a shiver rippling down your spine. His voice was low, dangerous, almost affectionate in its twisted way.

“The mask would’ve been nice,” he murmured, the hint of a laugh threading through his words. “But seeing you face to face… makes it all feel more intimate, don’t you think?” His words were laced with a chilling sincerity, and you could feel his lips pressing lightly against the delicate skin of your neck. The sensation made your heart race, your breath caught in your throat.

You instinctively backed up, but Jungkook closed the space with ease, his body moving toward you like a force of nature. His presence enveloped you, and the air between you grew heavy with a suffocating tension. You couldn’t escape, couldn’t hide from the reality that he was inches away from you, and the storm outside seemed like a distant memory compared to the whirlwind of fear and desire coiling in your chest.

As your back pressed against the cold, hard wall, Jungkook’s lips never left your neck. They trailed down, slow and purposeful, leaving a trail of heat against your skin. The sharp edge of the knife brushed against your body, just enough to make you feel the dangerous proximity of it, and you couldn’t help but tense.

“I may be crazy, fucked up, and probably dumb,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a twisted, almost amused arrogance. “But at least I have priorities, baby.”

The words sent a cold wave of realization over you, and your stomach churned. The knife was still there, a constant reminder of how easily he could end everything. But it wasn’t just the threat of violence that left you paralyzed—it was the way he looked at you, like he owned you, like you were his to control, to mold into whatever shape he wanted.

His lips paused at the junction of your neck, and for a brief moment, the air between you felt impossibly thick. Then, without warning, he pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, burning with that same dark intensity.

“You’re mine now,” he said, the words carrying a weight of finality. It wasn’t a question, wasn’t an invitation—it was a statement of ownership. “And there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

A soft laugh escaped his lips as he took a step back, almost too casual, as though he hadn’t just threatened everything you knew. But there was no escape, no way to flee from him. You were already in too deep.

He brought the knife up again, letting the tip graze the fabric of your shirt, just enough to tease and remind you that you were under his control.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said, almost kindly, as if he was doing you some favor. “But I’ll enjoy every second of this… of you.”

Jungkook’s movements were slow, deliberate, as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours. His breath was warm, his gaze intense, but as his lips brushed against your cheek, a surge of adrenaline rushed through you.

Without thinking, you reacted, your instincts kicking in. You bit down hard on his lip, the taste of his skin sharp and bitter, and shoved him away with all the force you could muster.

The sudden resistance caught him off guard. His eyes widened in disbelief for a split second before they darkened with rage.

“Fucking bitch!” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. He staggered back for a moment, then immediately shot forward, his hand grabbing the knife from the counter with a speed that left you no time to react. The blade gleamed in the dim light as he held it tightly, his grip almost shaking with fury.

He let out a string of curses, his words harsh and venomous. “You—” He lunged toward you, his eyes wild, pupils dilated with anger. “You fucking bit me?”

His voice was a low growl now, almost animalistic, and you could see the way his whole body tensed, ready to lash out. He waved the knife in the air, his chest heaving as if he was struggling to control himself.

“You think you can just push me away?” he spat, stepping closer, the blade now dangerously close to your face. His breath was ragged, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mixture of disbelief and violent rage.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, baby,” he hissed. “You don’t fucking disrespect me.”

In that moment, the room felt like it was closing in around you. His fury was so raw, so intense, that you could almost feel it crackling in the air, thick and oppressive. You knew he wasn’t going to back down this time.

His hand trembled slightly as he gripped the knife tighter, the danger in the air palpable. There was no pretending anymore—no more games, no more intimacy. It was just violence, just rage, and you were the one he was going to unleash it on.

“You should’ve just kissed me,” he growled, his voice low and venomous. The knife hovered at your throat, just enough to make you feel the cold metal against your skin. He leaned in, his lips curling into a twisted smile as he brought the blade closer, forcing you to tilt your head back slightly.

“You fucked up, baby.”

You spit at him, the feeling of defiance bubbling up inside you despite the overwhelming fear. The saliva landed on his cheek, and his eyes widened in a mix of surprise and rage. He let out a low growl, his grip tightening on the knife as he took a step back, momentarily stunned by your audacity.

But then, the moment passed, and the fury in his eyes returned, colder and darker than before.

“You’re really asking for it,” he hissed, his voice almost too calm, like he was savoring the anticipation of what he was going to do next. Before you could react, he lunged at you, his hand slamming over your mouth, effectively silencing any scream that might have escaped.

You tried to push him off, your heart pounding in your chest, but he was too strong, his body pressing down on you with a crushing weight. With a brutal shove, he sent you crashing onto the dining room table, the sharp edge digging into your side as you gasped for air beneath him.

You struggled, trying to free yourself, but he was relentless. His hand was still firmly covering your mouth, muffling any sound as you tried to scream. The pressure in your chest built, panic clawing at your throat, but you couldn’t break free.

“Not going down without a fight, huh?” Jungkook murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down close to you, his body pinning you down with terrifying ease. “I like that. Too bad you won’t win, baby.”

His free hand grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head, while his knee wedged between your legs, keeping you immobilized on the table. The knife was still in his other hand, and you could see the way his fingers twitched, itching for control.

“You thought you could fight back,” he chuckled darkly, “but you don’t get to choose when it ends. Not with me.”

He let go of your mouth, but before you could yell or even take a breath, his lips were on your neck again, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that felt both intimate and terrifying. His voice was a low growl, his words dark and possessive.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “I told you. And now you know.”

Jungkook’s lips were rough against your neck, his kiss hard and demanding, as though he was trying to claim you, to leave his mark. The knife fell from his hand with a soft clink, hitting the floor as he shifted his weight, his body pressing down on yours even more forcefully.

“Never wanted to use fear, baby,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. His voice was thick, almost regretful, but the twisted amusement still lingered in his words. His lips moved roughly along the sensitive skin of your neck, making it hard to breathe, the pressure of his body pinning you to the table leaving you nowhere to go.

The weight of his presence, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. He was close, far too close. You could feel his pulse, hear his breaths as his lips trailed over your skin in a mix of tenderness and raw hunger.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression still dark, but there was something almost vulnerable behind the madness, as if he was letting you in on something only he understood.

“You really think you can fight me?” He smiled, a slow, dangerous grin, his eyes gleaming. “I don’t need fear to control you. I need you to want me.”

His fingers grazed over your wrist where he had pinned you down, his touch softer now, but no less possessive. It was a twisted tenderness, like he was reminding you of his power and control, even in the moments where he didn’t have to prove it.

Jungkook’s lips crushed against yours, demanding, rough, his kiss desperate, as though he was searching for something—some sign that you’d return it, that you were still with him in some way. His hands gripped your body, pulling you closer, his chest pressing against yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

But you didn’t kiss him back.

The moment seemed to freeze, your refusal hanging between you like an invisible barrier. He pulled back, his eyes narrowing, a flicker of frustration in them, but his face remained eerily calm. Without another word, he moved back down, his lips now tracing the curve of your neck once again. His breath was hot against your skin as he spoke.

“Why all of those people?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling, but with a note of defiance lingering in it.

He paused, the weight of the question settling between you. For a moment, the only sound was the distant rumble of the storm outside, as if even nature itself held its breath, waiting for his answer.

“Why not?” he replied, his tone cold, almost casual, as though he was discussing something trivial, like the weather. His fingers ran along your jawline, his touch both tender and unsettling. “Why shouldn’t I? The world’s full of people who think they’re untouchable… until they aren’t.”

He leaned in, his lips hovering over yours, the anticipation thick in the air. He spoke again, his voice low, hypnotic.

“Free will can be given the same way life can be taken,” Jungkook murmured, his words weighted with a dark, unsettling truth. “It’s all a choice, baby. You think you have control… but it’s always mine, in the end.”

His gaze locked onto your lips, and for a moment, you could almost see the twisted satisfaction in his eyes as he leaned closer, as if waiting for you to respond. But deep down, you knew—he was the one in control, and you were powerless in this game he played so ruthlessly.

Jungkook’s words hung in the air like a dark promise, his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. He was so close now, the heat of his body radiating against yours, the scent of him almost overpowering.

“So I chose to be death myself,” he said softly, his voice laced with a strange satisfaction, as if he were revealing some hidden truth only he could understand. His lips hovered over yours, the tension between you palpable, his gaze never leaving your face.

“You see nothing but a monster, a killer,” he continued, his tone almost tender, as though he were explaining himself, “but I see a man who chose to show his desire for life in another way.”

His words pierced through you, not just the meaning, but the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. There was something almost hypnotic about his intensity, the way he spoke, the way he moved. He leaned in, lips just inches from yours, as though daring you to respond.

And then, you did.

You kissed him back, slowly at first, as if testing the waters, but then with more urgency, more need, as if you were drawn into his darkness, unable to resist. It was a kiss that felt both like surrender and rebellion, a collision of emotions—fear, anger, desire—all twisted together.

His hands moved, gripping you harder, pulling you closer as if trying to fuse your bodies into one. His kiss deepened, rougher now, hungry for more, but there was still something oddly gentle about it, like he was trying to taste every part of you, to make you see that this was what he wanted, what he craved.

It was a kiss that left you breathless, your body pressed tight against his, and for a moment, you forgot the knife, the danger, the violence that lingered in the air. You forgot everything except him, his mouth on yours, his heat, his need.

And in that moment, you knew—you weren’t just kissing a monster, you were kissing a man who had chosen this path, who had made his decision long ago. And you were caught in his web, unable to escape.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, his lips lingering on yours for just a moment before he pecked them lightly, a mocking tenderness in the gesture that sent a chill down your spine. His smirk was dark, knowing—dangerous.

“You wanna play with death?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing. “I’ve been killing to get you to touch me.”

There was a twisted satisfaction in his words, a pleasure in the way he spoke about violence and desire as if they were one and the same. His gaze never left yours, holding you in place with his intensity. He was playing with you, testing how far you’d go, how much you’d let him in.

With a fluid movement, he stripped off his top half, his muscles flexing as he did, revealing his toned, sculpted body—strong, yet seemingly vulnerable in a way that contradicted the danger surrounding him. You couldn’t help but look, the sight of him raw and exposed, a reminder of the man—no, the monster—you were trapped with.

“I’m weak as I am strong,” he murmured, his voice a soft contradiction, almost philosophical in its simplicity.

He stood over you, his gaze steady, his eyes glinting with a mix of power and something more. It was as if he wanted you to see both sides of him—the killer, the predator, but also the man who longed for something you couldn’t yet understand.

His body was a stark contrast to his words—hard, defined, and yet there was something delicate in the way he stood before you. His breath quickened, but it wasn’t just physical exertion. No, there was something deeper, something in the way he looked at you that made the air between you two feel thick, suffocating almost.

He stepped closer again, his hands tracing over your body, slow, deliberate, the touch feeling like both a warning and an invitation.

“You see me, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear. “All of me. The monster. The man. The killer.”

You could feel the power shifting between you, thickening the air, a dangerous game of pull and push. He was pulling you deeper into his world, and for a moment, you didn’t know if you wanted to escape… or let yourself fall further into it.

His eyes darkened, his smirk widening, as if the weight of your words had struck something deep inside him. There was no hesitation, no doubt in his gaze, only a knowing intensity that burned through the space between you two.

“You see a lot,” he murmured, the words falling from his lips with a chilling calmness. His voice was almost a whisper, but it held such gravity, as though each word weighed more than the last. “But there’s no boy here. Just a man with only needs… and one of those needs is you. I can feel you ache.”

He stepped closer, the space between you now nonexistent, his presence overwhelming. His hand brushed against your cheek, the touch gentle, but you could feel the rawness, the hunger beneath it, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you without words, without restraint.

“You think you understand me?” Jungkook asked, his lips curling into a faint, almost sadistic grin. “You think you’re seeing a monster, a killer, a boy broken?” His hand moved lower, tracing the curve of your neck, fingers pressing softly, his touch possessive, but carefully calculated. “I’m not broken. I’ve never been. I’ve just been waiting for you to see it… to feel it.”

His gaze flickered over you—unapologetic, dangerous, but somehow vulnerable. You could see the conflict beneath the surface, the twisted pull between his desires, his hunger, and the need for you to recognize him, truly see him, as he was.

“There’s no boy here,” he repeated, his voice almost a growl, his eyes locking with yours. “Only a man, with nothing but hunger. And you’re the only one who can feed it.”

The air between you two grew thick, heavy with tension and unspoken promises. He was waiting, watching, testing your resolve, daring you to either fall deeper into his world or break free.

But one thing was certain: he wasn’t going to stop until you gave in to him completely.

He watches you—closely, intently—as his fingers ghost over the hem of your shirt. There’s a stillness in the room, the kind that comes right before something shatters. Thunder cracks outside again, rattling the windows, but neither of you flinch. His focus is locked on you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to reality.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for your top, eyes flicking up to meet yours, reading every flicker of hesitation, every beat of breath. And you let him.

You don’t stop him.

You don’t speak.

You just look at him, and lift your arms slightly—your silent surrender.

His lips part, almost in disbelief, almost reverent. He peels the fabric up, exposing you inch by inch, his eyes dragging down your body like he’s memorizing it, not just seeing it. His hands are warm, steady despite the storm inside him. When your top is off, he lets it drop to the floor like it means nothing—and maybe to him, it doesn’t. Maybe the only thing that means anything to him right now… is you.

His voice drops low again, almost a whisper, but thick with need.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, reverent and dark. “Knew you’d feel it too.”

Then he just stands there for a moment, taking you in like you’re both his obsession and his salvation. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs brushing your skin, grounding you in the moment that doesn’t feel quite real—like standing in the eye of a hurricane.

Because this isn’t love.

It’s not comfort.

It’s not safety.

It’s hunger. Madness. Desire.

And you just let it in.

He tilts his head slightly, studying your face as if he’s savoring the storm of emotion behind your eyes—fear, confusion, want. All of it delicious to him.

Then he chuckles. Low. Dark. Like something primal that slipped loose from inside him.

“You really gonna do this?” he murmurs, brushing his lips just shy of yours. “Gonna let a killer put his hands on you? Put his mouth on you?” He leans in closer, the knife-like sharpness of his words slicing through the space between you. “Fuck you?”

His smirk deepens, taunting now.

“A known one, baby. You’re not stupid. You’ve seen the news. Heard the stories. And you’re still standing here with your top off… letting me in.”

He kisses you again—this time without hesitation, without patience. It’s rougher, more possessive, like he’s claiming you one breath at a time. His hand curls around your jaw, fingers pressing just enough to remind you who’s in control.

“You should be running,” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with lust and mockery. “But instead…”

His hand trails down your spine, pulling you against him, making you feel every inch of his body, every promise of violence and pleasure coiled beneath his skin.

“…you’re aching for it.”

He pulls back just slightly, eyes blazing with something unhinged, yet laser-focused.

“So go on,” he whispers, eyes locked to yours. “Say it. Say you want to fuck a killer.”

And you realize—he doesn’t just want your body. He wants your surrender. Your mind. Your soul wrapped around the darkest part of his.

His gaze flicks down to the knife on the floor, then back up to your face—like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Like he wants you to think it. Wants you to feel the weight of the danger, the wrongness, the perversion of this moment.

“And if I did like it,” you say, voice low, nearly trembling—not from fear, but from the sick curiosity curling in your gut—“then what?”

That’s all it takes.

He doesn’t answer with words. His mouth descends to your chest, hot breath grazing your skin before his lips close around your nipple, sucking slow and hard while his hand pins your lower back, keeping your body flush to his. He groans against you, as if your reaction feeds something starving inside him.

When he pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes, there’s something unholy in his expression. A wicked grin twitches at the edge of his lips.

“Then you’re sicker than I thought,” he murmurs, almost admiringly. “And perfect for me.”

His teeth scrape gently where his mouth had just been, like he’s testing how much you’ll let him take. Testing how far you’ll go before you flinch.

He trails a hand down your side, possessive, deliberate.

“You like dancing with death?” he whispers, voice rough, almost reverent. “Then let me show you what death does when he wants to be touched.”

His mouth returns to your skin like a sentence being written—one that only ends when you decide whether to run… or ruin yourself for him.

you like a man who’s already claimed you in his mind—like he’s just waiting for your body to catch up. That grin on his face, sharp and slow-spreading, is the kind that belongs to someone who doesn’t have to ask for permission—because he already knows the answer.

Your fingers slide into his hair, threading through the soft strands, and his eyes flutter half-shut at your touch. It’s almost tender—almost. But that grin stays. Dark. Twisted. Hungry.

“Everyone’s got their dark side,” he says, voice thick with heat and something more sinister. His eyes don’t leave yours, even as his fingers hook into the waistband of your bottoms. “Even you, baby.”

He tugs them down, slow, watching every inch of your skin reveal itself like it’s a performance meant for him alone.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, dropping your clothes to the floor like they’re nothing. “The thrill. The fear. The not knowing if I’m gonna fuck you or finish what I started with the others.”

He leans in, brushing his lips across your jaw, his hand sliding up the back of your thigh, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed tight.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You don’t have to pretend.”

Then, that grin deepens—dangerous now, almost mocking—as he whispers into your ear:

“‘Cause even if you did scream… no one’s coming for you, baby.”

His fingers graze the edge of your skin, just inside the waistband, slow and deliberate. The tension coils so thick between your bodies it’s hard to breathe—like every second is suspended in the moment before the fall.

You lock eyes with him, voice barely a whisper. “And if I ran?”

That smile creeps back—feral, intimate, knowing.

His fingers dip lower, dragging down the line of your waist like a promise. “Then I’d do what I do best, baby.”

He leans in, mouth brushing your ear, voice dropping into something so soft it cuts sharper than a scream.

“I’d hunt you.”

His hand tightens, pulling you flush to him, the threat in his words twisting into something darker—something intimate. “Track every footstep, every heartbeat. Until you were shaking… begging.”

He kisses just below your ear, almost tender—almost.

“And when I caught you…” A pause, thick with menace and lust. “I wouldn’t be gentle.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you again, eyes blown wide with desire and something far more unhinged. “But lucky for you,” he grins, fingers finally slipping into the heat between your thighs, “you don’t really want to run. Do you?”

Your breath hitches, lips parted, but no words come. You just shake your head—no, you don’t want to run. Or maybe it’s yes… yes, you want him. Either way, your body answers louder than your voice ever could.

He sees it. Sees the storm in your eyes, the way your chest rises and falls like you’ve been sprinting even though you haven’t moved. And it makes his grin stretch wider—dangerous, wicked, knowing.

His fingers, still resting between your thighs, press in just enough to make your legs tense. Your lip catches between your teeth and that alone makes him groan.

“The thrill?” he murmurs, voice coated in dark honey. “You like that?”

He leans in, close enough to feel your heartbeat slamming against your ribs.

“The fear… the not knowing if I’m gonna fuck you or ruin you completely—” his lips brush yours “—or both.”

His hand moves again, this time slower, rougher. “Admit it. You’re not scared of me.”

His mouth grazes your neck, teeth dragging down like a mark he’s daring to leave.

“You’re scared of how much you want this.”

He watches you, eyes heavy, lips parted as you push his bottoms down, your hands brushing the skin he’s kept hidden until now. There’s no rush between you—just tension, thick and alive, coiling like smoke around every shared breath.

Your voice comes out in a shaky whisper. “I want this… for sure.”

His expression shifts—not softer, but deeper. Something possessive flickers behind his eyes, something real. His hands cup your face, rough but reverent, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips that’s completely at odds with everything he’s said and done before.

It’s soft.

Like for a second, just one second, you aren’t prey or proof of power. You’re the thing he’s been chasing without admitting it. His mouth lingers on yours, slow and aching.

“I want this too,” he breathes against your lips. “You. Like this. With me.”

His thumb strokes your jaw, and you feel it—that tension between violence and desire, between domination and need. And in that moment, all that darkness doesn’t fade.

It folds into you.

He doesn’t give you a moment to process before he lifts you, hands gripping your waist with a raw urgency, planting you firmly on the counter. His lips crash into yours, hot and forceful, demanding everything from you as if he’s been starved for this very moment.

The kiss is rough—hungry, deep. His body presses against yours, strong and unrelenting, as if there’s no space between you left for hesitation. His hands slide down your sides, pulling you closer until the heat between you feels unbearable.

He breaks the kiss for a split second, his breath heavy and ragged. “You wanted this,” he growls, voice thick with lust and something darker. “You wanted me.”

And before you can answer, his lips are on yours again—fierce, almost punishing, a reminder that control isn’t his to give. You’re wrapped up in it, caught in the pull of his desire, unable to pull away as his hands roam over you, possessive and unyielding.

There’s no doubt now. No uncertainty. Only the fire between you and the madness of it all.

You can feel the heat radiating off of him, your fingers pressing into the hard, defined muscles of his abs as your kiss deepens. Each movement is hungry, frantic, as if you’re trying to claim every part of him—just as he is with you. His body reacts, pulling you closer, his waist pressing into yours, the tension between you two building higher and higher.

He groans into your mouth, a sound that’s low and guttural, raw with need. His hands slide up your body, pulling you even closer, guiding you against him until there’s no space left between you.

“That’s it,” he mutters against your lips, his voice thick with desire, “feel what i am.”

He moves, grinding his hips against yours, showing you exactly how much control he’s taking, how much he’s willing to give—everything is on the table, and you both know it. The kiss grows more desperate, more urgent, as if there’s nothing in the world that matters except the moment you’re sharing.

You can’t stop yourself—your hands are everywhere, feeling the heat of his skin, wanting more, always wanting more. And in that instant, you realize he’s already claiming you in ways words can’t even touch.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling with the same urgency that matches the wild pounding of your heart. His gaze doesn’t waver—intense, dark, like he’s trying to read every inch of you before making his next move.

He scoots you to the edge of the counter, his hands firm on your hips as he positions you exactly where he wants you. The air between you both thickens, the anticipation so charged it feels like it could snap any second.

And then, he presses in, just an inch at first, slow but purposeful, giving you that moment to feel the weight of him—just enough to make your body tense, your breath hitch. His lips curl into a smirk, eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watches you, knowing the effect he’s having on you.

“You wanted this, remember?” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, barely above a growl. “No turning back now.”

He moves again, deeper this time, pushing you just that little bit closer to the edge of your control, making every inch of him feel like a slow burn against your skin.

He moves with slow precision, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches every little reaction—each breath you take, every subtle shift of your body. His hands grip the counter beside you, fingers digging into the surface as he holds himself steady. His breathing deepens, heavy and controlled, as if he’s savoring each moment, each inch.

The tension is unbearable, the slow pace of his movements designed to keep you on the edge, to make the anticipation feel like it’s stretching for miles. His body presses against yours, teasing, threatening to push you further, but he keeps it just out of reach.

He watches you closely, his lips parted as he breathes you in. “So fucking beautiful…” His voice is low, reverent, filled with dark hunger. “I can feel you, baby. Every fucking inch of you.”

He moves again, pulling back slowly before sliding back in, deeper this time, letting you feel all of him. His eyes are filled with something darker now, a hunger that matches your own—raw, consuming. And as he continues, every movement sends waves of heat through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but him, but this moment, this slow, torturous connection between you both.

You can’t stop yourself. The words spill out before you can hold them back, your voice shaky but urgent. “So hot… You’re so fucking hot…” You murmur between breaths, eyes locking with his as you feel every inch of him moving inside you. It’s almost too much, yet you can’t get enough of it.

His smirk deepens as he hears you, that wicked, knowing look crossing his face. He slows for a split second, letting the tension build, before pulling back and slamming back into you with a sharp, possessive force that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Yeah?” He grits out, his voice thick with desire. “You like that, huh?”

He picks up the pace, his movements more forceful now, driven by your words, by the way your body responds to him. His grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel the power in each thrust, the rhythm he’s setting—just for you. Your body moves in sync with his, unable to resist the pull, and as he watches you fall apart under his touch, he grins.

“You wanted this, you said it,” he growls, each word coming with a deeper thrust, his pace never letting up. “Now you’re gonna feel it.”

He growls, his voice ragged with desire. “You like this thrill, don’t you?”

You nod, breathless, eyes locked on his as your body moves with his, the intensity building with every second. “I want more of it,” you breathe, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.

His lips curl into a dark smirk, the heat in his eyes intensifying as he speeds up, each movement pushing you further into the edge. “You sure about that?” he grins, voice husky, as he presses deeper, harder.

You can’t stop yourself from answering, “I’m sure… I want all of it.”

That only makes him move faster, harder, a satisfied growl escaping him as he hears you, feels you, craving more just like him. The world around you blurs as the only thing left is him—his touch, his heat, the thrill of it all.

He doesn’t need to ask twice. The moment you nod, his control slips away, and he drives into you harder, faster, the intensity skyrocketing. You gasp, your body tensing with each powerful thrust. The force of his movements sends a shockwave through you, leaving you breathless, unable to think beyond the feeling of him inside you.

His grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer with each movement, as if he’s determined to break you apart with the force of his need. He’s relentless, every push deeper than the last, every motion calculated to make you feel every inch of him.

“How’s that feel?” he growls, voice low and rough, his breath hot against your skin.

You can’t even manage words anymore, only a string of gasps and moans, as the sensation builds to a fever pitch. His pace never slows, and with each thrust, you’re dragged closer to the edge, feeling the world slipping away as the overwhelming pleasure takes over.

He feels the heat of your skin, the slickness of your body pressing against his as he continues to drive into you, the intensity of his movements not faltering. His gaze never leaves yours—his eyes dark, hungry, watching every reaction, every shiver that runs through you.

As you let go, the flood of pleasure overwhelms you, and you can’t stop it. Wetness coats his face as he watches you fall apart under him. It’s not just your body that’s trembling now—it’s your entire being, unraveling in the most beautiful, intoxicating way.

He grins, satisfied with what he’s created, his own breath heavy and labored as he feels your release. “That’s it,” he whispers, voice hoarse, licking his lips as he tastes the aftermath of your pleasure. “You’re perfect.”

He keeps his eyes on you, watching as you come undone, feeling every inch of you as you tremble in his arms. There’s no hesitation now—only the two of you, bound together in this wild, untamed moment.

His voice is rough, low with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief as he watches you, feeling the wetness spill onto his abs. “Damn… You like it this much, baby. Squirting all around my cock?” he pants, his chest rising and falling with each breath, eyes locked on you in a possessive gaze.

The feeling of your body, slick and trembling beneath him, makes him crave more. He watches you closely, his grip tightening around you as his body reacts to the way you’re unraveling.

“You feel so- good,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips almost frantic now, desperate to taste you. His abs tighten with every movement, his own need growing stronger as the wetness spreads, coating his skin, marking him.

Every sound you make only fuels his desire, and he can’t get enough of it—the way you respond to him, the way you’re losing yourself, just like he is.

He pulls away slowly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release, the remnants of desire lingering between you. His words hang in the air, heavy and raw. “That’s all I’ll ever need to hear from now on, baby. You know the craft.” He pants, his voice still thick with pleasure, as he slides out of you and moves behind you.

You watch him with a mix of exhaustion and lingering heat, your body still trembling from the intensity. He grabs a slice of pizza, his movements casual now, as if the frenzy of moments ago has turned into something almost serene, like he’s found his satisfaction in every part of you. He takes a bite, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving you.

“Come here,” he says between bites, his voice steady now, but there’s still an edge to it. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You shiver, feeling the weight of his gaze, knowing full well he’s not just talking about the pizza.

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beddybites · 11 months ago

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Ok so what can you tell us about those obamitsu fankids if they aren't just random cool designs

omg.... uhhh lets see... i dont have any names for them so I'll just label them with their birth order!

obamitsu family...... feel free to make up headcanons abt them too idm!!!! free real estate

eldest daughter / first child

she's close with her father and regularly aids him due to his blindness

her mom, aunts, and uncles tell her all about how she has her dad's eyes, so it became a feature she takes great pride in

she's close with her aunt Shinobu, who sorta takes her under her wing. she is also close with her uncle Kyojuro and likes hearing stories about her parents

she and her younger sister (second eldest) are close

second eldest daughter

she has her mom's appetite and love for sakura mochi, thus the pink & green hair

sensitive like her dad and a bit defensive with everything

Uncle Nemi is her favorite. he would babysit all the time when she was little

she doesn't get along with the middle child. they have a obanai & giyuu dynamic-- second eldest thinks her younger sister is entitled and isn't grateful for anything their family does for them

third eldest daughter / middle child

she looks a lot like her grandpa (Mitsuri's dad) / mostly inherited genes from mitsuri's side of the family

she comes across as bratty , but in actuality, she's got awful middle child syndrome

close with her Uncle Gyomei... Gyomei gifted her the beloved cat plushie when she was a newborn

she's closer to her aunts and uncles than she is with her siblings-- middle child moment

fourth daughter / second to youngest

quiet like her dad, but friendly like her mom

she would play with Kaburamaru ever since she was a tiny baby. the two are very close

she's timid and not talkative whatsoever, so she tends to keep to herself or clings to one of her parents (usually Obanai)

when she does come out of her shell, she will play with her Uncle Muichiro or Uncle Senjuro-- on rare occasions, her Uncle Tengen and her aunties... she likes playing dress up with them, though she usually needs to be encouraged to do so!

she loves her baby brother!!!

youngest child / only son

the baby ... he is a mama's boy and he loves his big sisters to death

got most of Obanai's looks, though he did inherit his Mom's moles and personality

curious and sweet little guy

his favorite babysitter is his Uncle Muichiro

his least favorite babysitter is his Uncle Rengoku, purely because of how loud and eccentric he is most of the time

he learned from his Mama to kiss his Dad's scars. whenever Obanai holds him, the baby gives him a little kiss on both eyes, then both cheeks, mimicking his mother. Obanai tears up every single time

im so fond of them. obamitsu u will forever be famous. and ur children are real. idc what canon says. family

#demon slayer #kny #obamitsu #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #obamitsu fanart #obamitsu fankids #fankid #fan child #askbites #artbites #artists on tumblr #demon slayer art #art #obanai is so girl dad to me #and trust obanai and mitsuri are the bestest parents ever #all their children are so loved and they are all loved equally

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the-ace-with-spades · 4 months ago

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Sorry I have baby fever again and I'm projecting on my blorbos. This could've also evolved into mpreg but like I'm leaving it open

So the first time they break up, it's not as explosive as people assume — it is Bradley that does the breaking up.

They were going strong and Bradley didn't have any doubts that Jake was the right person for him — sure, maybe he doubted if he was the right person for Jake, but he tried not to give in to the insecurities.

That's all changed when he found out Jake didn't want to get married and have children.

Bradley didn't necessarily think marriage was something needed for love (he had plenty of examples growing up...) but it was something he personally wanted to have once the option showed up on the horizon and the first few states allowed for it. It wasn't really an option that he could consider with the Navy still looming over their heads and he and Jake started the whole relationship without big emotions attached and slowly turned it into what it became — so they never talked about their plans for life beyond the Navy.

Bradley always wanted to get married and have children, even when it didn't seem entirely possible. He had seen a couple of weddings when he was younger and he longed to have what some of the adults in his life had as a child. He was an only child, not by choice, and often felt lonely and by the time Slider and Sarah (and other couples in his parents life) had a child of their own, he was too old to play with them — but he was also old enough that the babies fascinated him, that he could hold them and feed them and make them smile or stop crying. And he liked it, a lot, maybe even much more than anyone would suspect for someone his age.

But it was meeting Jake's family that cemented it — Jake was the youngest of six and already an uncle to eight kids when Bradley met his parents and siblings for the first time. Bradley spent the whole weekend hiding away at the kids' table and holding infants and carrying around toddlers and managing little tantrums and speaking in a softer voice and cuddling sleepy pre-schoolers at the door.

He wanted this kind of life more than anything.

But Jake didn't. And Bradley found out by accident — their group was just sitting around and celebrating one of the guys getting engaged and sure enough when Jake got asked if he thinks about settling down with someone, Jake went, Hell no. Explained he didn't want to be chained down forever by anyone, that marriage is just a piece of paper and he doesn't really want a piece of paper to be the thing holding him together with someone.

And you know, on the off chance that this is something he said in front of everyone — it's not like he could have looked at Bradley across the table and say, If only I could — Bradley asks tentatively at home, you know, whether he really didn't want to get married if he had the option.

Maybe for a tax rebate, if it was big enough.

Half of a dream life falling, Bradley asks about children. And Jake gives him a whole monologue about how he had a newborn around himself since he was fourteen and he has enough diapers and cries for the rest of his life, thank you, children are not as fun when you can't give them back to their parents when trouble starts.

And Bradley makes a decision.

Bradley doesn't really say anything — it'd sound ridiculous, to say that he loves Jake more than anything else but they're just not compatible. Jake never really connects the dots and doesn't really understand what went wrong — one day he and Bradley were solid, the next one Bradley was breaking up with him — hence the bitterness.

Bradley dates people who have the same goals - marriage, kids, a family life — but he never really finds someone he feels even half as much as he felt about Jake.

When after the mission, they get back together, Bradley accepts that marriage and children are something he'll never have with Jake.

And so the Bradley Bradshaw Babysitting service starts — if Bradley can't be a parent, he'd fill the void by being the best uncle ever to every single child he knows. Javy's toddler, Slider's grandchildren, Omaha's sons, Halo's daughter, their neighbor's kids. It's usually easily excusable — Bradley volunteers to babysit, usually when Jake is busy, and if Jake questions it, he can always say, well, they needed someone and I didn't know how to say no and Bradley can just keep these two parts of his life separated.

It all culminates when they're at a BBQ with the whole group and Fritz's two-month-old daughter keeps falling asleep in Bradley's arms — she wakes up and starts crying whenever Bradley tries to put her down back in the stroller and Fritz's wife (a very tired new mom) says Bradley needs to move in with them so they can keep him forever.

So Bradley spends the whole evening walking around with a two-month-old baby in his arms, eating with one hand or letting Jake pop little macarons into his mouth, never letting go, repeating he doesn't mind it at all.

And Jake is watching him feed the baby with a bottle and Nat comes around and raises her eyebrows at him. "Thinking about having your own?"

"Kids only look nice in the pictures, not so fun if you don't have anyone to give them back at the end of the day. We like our peace and quiet." When Nat doesn't answer him and just stares at him, he adds, "What?"

Slowly, she says, "Bradley's wanted to have kids as long as I've known him."

"I think I know him a bit better than you."

She gives him an incredelous look and waves in Bradley's general direction, still with the infant in his arms, speaking softy with Fritz's wife. "Does he look to you like someone who doesn't want children?"

And then she just, walks away. And yeah, maybe when Jake looks at Bradley with the baby (and the countless other children from their friend group that love him), that makes sense. Bradley is really good with kids but that doesn't mean he wants to have kids — Jake is good with kids as well (hard not to be, given how many babies there are in his family) but that doesn't mean he wants kids.

And Jake always assumed that given the circumstances, Bradley didn't want kids — they were both two men in the Navy with little to no family around, kids weren't exactly available to them, the most logical thing would be to, well, not want them.

But the times are different, the last ten years have changed a lot, a lot is possible.

Jake's never thought to ask — why would he when it all seemed settled for him? Bradley had never mentioned anything when they were together the first time. He's never mentioned anything this time around either, despite babysitting half the neighborhood. Jake's known him the longest out of all the people in their friend group, knows him better than anyone.

So, when the opportunity arises, he asks Mav, "Has Bradley ever said anything about wanting children?"

He gives him the same look as Nat gave him at the BBQ. "Why, are you guys...?"

"No, god, no. I'm just curious, is all."

"Well, he's always wanted kids."

He tries not to be surprised. "Always?"

"Even when he was a kid, he played with baby dolls as much as with plane and car toys," Mav says, smiling, and Jake can imagine it — "And as a teenager, he was so good with kids, always said that when he gets married and has his own, he..."

Jake's never really thought Bradley'd think of this as a when, not an if.

"We knew, when he was younger, that he wasn't exactly straight but," Mav explains. "When he stopped talking to us, one of my biggest fears was that the years would go on and when we finally meet again, he'd already have children that never even knew Bradley had us, for a family. Now I kind of wish it happened."

Jake's not oblivious to the years he and Bradley were broken up — he knows Bradley dated, even if nothing serious came out of it. Would he be as happy as he was to get back together with him if Bradley had a child with someone else, if he had been married?

Jake doesn't try to be subtle when he brings it up. "I think we should—discuss having children."

"There's nothing to discuss," Bradley replies instantly and he's avoiding looking at Jake, curt.

"Bradley—"

"Jake," he says. "You don't want to get married, you don't want children. I'm happy as we are. End of story."

"But you do want all that," Jake notes.

"I made peace with—this, okay, it's not—" It's obvious that Bradley is trying not to lie to him, choosing his words carefully. "You don't want to get married, you don't want children — there's no compromise to this, there's nothing we can do."

"We could get married and have children?"

"It's—admirable, that you want to make me happy, but I'm happy already."

"You don't look happy," Jake says because it all just seems so clear - the way Bradley doesn't want to have this conversation, the way he's closed up this part of life away from Jake.

"My point is, I'm not subjecting myself to a husband that didn't want to marry me in the first place and I'm not subjecting any child to a parent that didn't want them out of their own will. Both those things—you just can't force."

"What if we weren't forcing it?"

Finally, Bradley looks him in the eyes and asks, "Do you want to marry me?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it doesn't really matter to me how we do it."

"Do you want children, Jake?"

"I don't know anymore."

"Those answers don't change anything then."

And Jake doesn't know why, fully, but it bothers him because for him everything suddenly changed.

#this has been in my notes app for some tine #og was mpreg ending bit but honestly adoption/surrogacy would suit as well #hangster #q

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch7 Date Weekend: Sunday

(Or alternative title- Obligatory anime shopping montage. Just an excuse for Y/n to get to know everyone before the real romance starts. I'm using the chart above as headcannons ages for Sanemi's sibs for a modern au for future reference. Short chapter.

Warnings for some nudity mentioned but nothing NSFW.

Hearts conquered so far: Mitsuri and Gyomei and secretly Kanae.)

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Bright sunlight shown down from the sky and illuminated the entire world in a nice warm glow. Soon fall would be hear turning the leaves shades of yellows, reds, oranges, and brown. Cold weather would soon follow after with the spookiest day of the year right around the year before eventually snow would fall and bring with it icy sidewalks and the likelihood of being pelted by snowballs.

So it was a good idea to get out and enjoy the warm weather while you could.

"Dammit! Im fine!" Obanai scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes but didn't stop his girlfriend from pushing his bangs from his face to frown at him.

"But what if you get lost?"

"We're going on a hiking trip to see a waterfall and then we're going to the movies," he deadpanned, "It's not like we're going skydiving."

"I know but what if you run into a wolf? Or a wild bear?! "

His hands were held up bluntly. "We'll be fine. It's not the first time we've been in the woods. You go have fun at the mall."

She still frowned at him but didn't argue- Only reach over to give him a big kiss to his forehead leaving a red lipstick mark he'd wipe off later. Right now they were in front of the local park waiting for everyone else to arrive. Most of them were already there, minus Shinobu who needed to wrap up some last minute emails concerning her part time job at an office and Gyomei who was coming by bus after picking up his .. Girlfriend? Did she count as his girlfriend if they've only been on three dates? He guessed they were still just casually dating right now and testing the waters. Y/n seemed like a nice girl or 'unicorn' as Shinobu put it but he still wasn't too sure what to think..She seemed ok at least to him. Maybe that'll change later but who knows?

The sounds of the park around them continued through the air as kids ran around giggling and squealing their little heads off playing. Swings to be swung, slides to slide, and jungle gyms to climb. Lots of little smiles on little cute faces running around playing or toddling after parents walking around. Or in Sanemi's case allowing his little brothers and sisters to be climb all over him where he stood eating an energy bar in one hand while his other arm was slowly lifted up and down with two little boys and one little girl clinging to him. Three of his little siblings with a fourth standing just standing off to the side. The second oldest other than himself. No doubt babysitting a few of their little siblings today.

Kanae was letting one of their other little sisters mess with her hair and admire how pretty she was. She was rather pretty. However the sounds of a little PING sound took his attention off his friends and towards the pocket on Mitsuri's right side as her hand automatically dug out her phone and looked at the screen.

"It's Shino! She says she's running late so she's just heading to the mall to meet us there."

"Oh. That's convenient." He didn't think they'd be able to leave on their hiking trip until Mrs. Shinazugawa came back to take over her youngest children. "Anything else from Mei?"

She shook and one of her braids smacked against his cheek. "Nope! But the bus should be here soon! Ooh! This is gonna be so much fun!"

Considering if they'll get here already. They were taking so long and it was already painful enough to have to fork over fifty bucks after loosing that stupid game Tengen decided to make them do. Sigh. Oh well still better than loosing a hundred dollars each. He didn't want to lose that too-

"THEY'RE HERE!"

Well it's about time!

The tall, unmistakable form of Gyomei walked down the road and started making his way towards them walking slower than normal because of the smaller woman walking next to him holding his arm. You smiled at them all and waved an arm at them all as you got close enough to be heard.

"It's about time you all showed up. I was starting to grow a beard from how long it took."

"My apologies." Gyomei smiled despite his apology. "But we're here now. Is everyone else here?"

"Except Shinobu. She's gonna meet the girls at the mall. We still gotta wait for Sanemi's mom to come back before we leave too-" he gestured behind him at the giggling little kids despite Gyomei obviously not being able to see them. "-but she should be back anytime now. The girls can go ahead and leave."

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri gave him a puppy eyed look.

"Yeah. We'll be fine. You girls go enjoy your frilly spa day. Well meet up with you after Sanemi drags us to the movies."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

It wasn't him her cupping his face and gifting him a giant smooth to the forehead before excitedly looping an arm around your arm and excitedly began to pull you towards the other girls. In fact you were barely able to shout a goodbye to Gyomei before the unusually strong woman literally dragged you off towards the other girls. They were all there except for Shinobu whom Mitsuri briefed you about meeting you all there, and Kanae who had to wrestle one of Sanemi's baby sisters off her before joining you all there. Mitsuri and Suma both super giddy with excitement.

"This is gonna be great! We're going shopping and then to Salan,Sauna, and Beyond!"

..You blinked. "What's Salon, Sauna, and Beyond?"

As if you had insulted her,her family, her friends, and cat- Suma gasped so loud you jumped as she clutched her turtleneck. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SALON, SAUNA, AND BEYOND IS?!"

"Um. No? Should I?"

"YES!," She yelled at you waving her arms around, "It's like only the greatest place ever to get your nails done and get pedicures and it has like these REALLY good massages that help melt stress awa- HEY!!"

MAKIO shoved her head aside with a hand with a deadpanned look. "It's a salon and spa with an attaching sauna room and one. It's a pretty popular place to go unwind and relax."

"Oh. I've never been there before."

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN THERE?!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT IT, BLOCKHEAD!!"

"Kanae, tell her to stop being mean to me!"

"Ok. Let's calm down now. C'mon. We don't want to end up missing our bus."

Hinatsuru was lightly surprised you didn't run away or show annoyance at the fighting but remained smiling as Kanae hered the still arguing wives towards the bus station where you first arrived with Gyomei. It also turns out the boys were not going to be going with all of you like they did Friday night and all day Saturday when you weren't around. Instead they planned on having a few hours to just bond with the boys as the girls just bonded with each other which includes a nature hike, movie Sanemi insisted on dragging them too, and then they planned to go somewhere to eat before meeting back up with the girls near the end of the day at the sauna. Sounded like a plan.

The ride to the mall was pretty generic. On the way there you sat by Mitsuri and talked with her about your pets. Her cats and bunnies and your goldfish you named Goldielocks. It was a peaceful ride up to the ginormous building that was your city's local mall complete with a lot of stores inside. And conveniently waiting for you all in the parking lot was Shinobu, eating what looked like a granola bar while she was waiting for you all to show up by the entrance. It got a raised brow from Makio.

"Really?"

Shinobu shrugged again looking at you all. "You all were taking too long. I got hungry and ate something."

"Too long? It's eight in the morning still!"

"Let's not fight anyone! I wanna swing by CePora's! They have this new Summer's End eye shadow palette I've been wanting!"

"I think the yellows and oranges would look good on Makio," you added trying to get the group moving, "Let's go in and see if it's still there!" Your arm gestured towards the large building.

Luckily that seemed to have worked and the group ended up being dragged by Mitsuri all the way to the escalator and up to the second floor where she then proceeded to not stop until she was dashing through the automatic front doors of the famous make up chain of stores. It was ok. You got a cute little compact mirror in the shape of a Tanuki so it all worked out before someone directed your group towards the check out and then a few different stores. This time a few clothes stores.

Honestly you were surprised one mall could have five different clothes stores and no one seemed to care.

Your attention was mainly upon the plethora of outfits Suma and Mitsuri thrusted into your arms and insisted you try on because-

"You'd look even cuter next to Gyomei if you wore these!"

Nice to know that they cared about their friend at leas and you did end up liking a few of the outfits so that was a plus. Until Hinatsuru pointed out something with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. We've been going to all the places we like. It's not fair to Y/n to just drag her everywhere without stopping where she wants to go as our guest. Let's go where she wants." She smiled at you. "Pick wherever you want to go, Y/n."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Where do you want to go?"

"Well, there's a bookstore here that has a new recipe book on deserts from Canada I'd really like to get."

"Consider it done!"

It was a nice trip to said bookstore where Mitsuri bought herself at least three romance novels and you think Shinobu got herself a book of space sciences. It was another small thrift store or two before it had occured to you all that it was noon already and you all were very hungry. Mitsuri's immediately reaction was to suggest going to the resident cat cafe, but knowing her appetite Shinobu suggested that you all go to the other mall restaurant that had an all you can eat buffet instead. Yeah. That was probably the better idea considering that Mitsuri had finished off her twelveth plate by 12:45 and about ready to go back for her thirteenth. You weren't even done with your own plate yet but giggled as she looked at you in question before you held up a napkin to her and smiled sweetly.

"Here. You have some gravy on your cheek from the mashed potatoes."

She blinked at the kind gesture but smiled widely. "Thanks!"

It was a mutual agreement that they approved of your gesture by the many smiles you've gotten from them. "So, Y/n. How's your day so far?"

You beamed brightly. "It's been wonderful! I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun!"

"Don't you go to the mall?"

You shook your head. "Only sometimes if I need to pick up something or if I'm shopping with my family. I don't really have a lot of friends who're free or like to go shopping with me."

"You don't have friends?"

"Well...Not a lot. My one friend is usually working and studying hard for his bachelor's and he's already busy enough with his boyfriend so we don't get to hang out as much as we used to."

"AW! That's so sad! It's ok!" You were suddenly grasped up into the arms of one pink haired girl who squeezed you tight enough to make you wheezed and pop a few of your bones as she hugged you to her. "We'll be your friends now! We can go on trips and I can do your nails and-"

"Mitsi! You're suffocating her there!"

Green eyes blinked before looking down at your pale face before she squealed out and pushed you away with a worried look. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!"

You slowly gasped a lungful of air after getting squeezed like a lemon before nodding. "Y-Yeah. I'm ok."

If you counted being squeezed like an orange ok. But you weren't going to fault her for it especially since she's been so nice to you so far. After a moment of you all just talking, mostly about what they were doing for classes starting Monday tomorrow or what they all did at the beach together yesterday when the waiter stopped by the large table to collect the dirty dishes ..and gave an annoyed dirty look at Mitsuri who was scarfing down the remainder of her thirteenth plate before adding it to the stack he had to take away eventually.

"Eh...Is there anything else I can get you ladies?," he asked despite still eyeing the stack of plates with narrowed eyes. His tone not hiding his annoyance either.

"Can I get some of the devil's food cake on the menu?" Mitsuri beamed up at him widely as his nose wrinkled up.

"I'm sorry but we're OUT," he bluntly stated before reluctantly grabbing the tall stack of dishes and grunting annoyed. "Can I get anyone else anything?"

Mitsuri blinked giving a glance at the stack of dishes the waiter was forced to carry away before guiltily and ashamedly looking down at her own hands. It caused a chain reaction of glares and frowns from the other girls glaring at him annoyed back.

"No. Just bring us the check."

The waiter seemed annoyed still but relieved to start collecting everyone else's plates adding it to the big pile in his arms before pausing as you gently reached out to gently tug on his sleeve and smiled politely. "May I please have some of the devil's food cake on the menu? Just add it to my part of the check please."

Now this time every gave you wide eyed looks at the audacity of the situation especially when Mitsuri was literally right THERE next to you but the waiter was all too happy to smile at you. "But of course. Give me just a minute to get back to you."

"Thank you very much!"

There was just dumbfounded silence as he walked away after picking up Kanae's dishes and hauling them away from the stunned group as you all sat there stunned other than you who only smiled... Eventually Mitsuri broke the silence with a mumble.

"I thought they were out."

"What the heck, Y/n?!," Makio demanded as you just smiled at her as she gestured to Mitsuri and you. "She's right there! Did you freaking forget or something?!"

"Oh no. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Why you-"

"Makio, calm down. We can't stop her from buying her own dessert if she's paying for it herself." Despite Kanae's soft tone, her look was obviously disapproving. "It's not like we can demand someone that they can't eat something."

Makio didn't say anything but she shot you a glare as you still smiled at her and Mitsuri sunk down further into her seat as everyone awkwardly waited for the checks to be delivered along with your dessert. About five minutes later the same waiter returned looking a little less annoyed but still had that blunt tone to him as he placed down at least seven checks for you all and a second later a VERY big delicious smelling, mouth watering, chocolate upon chocolate cake slice in front of you.

"Here you are, Ma'am."

"Oh thank you! If you wait just a second, I'll give you your tip!" You clasped your hands happily as he smiled at you... Before you bluntly reached over, grabbed the plate, picked it up, and just placed it back down in front of Mitsuri who blinked in surprise. "Look, Mitsuri! They had some after all and what luck we were able to get you the last piece!" Her eyes widened bigger at you. "Aren't you lucky?"

Everyone stared gobsmacked as you just hummed along going to dig around in your purse for a second to pull out a five dollar bill before holding it up to the waiter whom looked like he was slapped across the face. The moment you waved the bill in his face, he glared at you before snatching it from your hand and stomping away from you table. There was another awkward moment as you left the thirty dollars for your part of the meal on the table before you blinked at the wide eyed stares given to you.

"What? Did I get her the wrong cake?"

Instead of an answer you were given a squeal from Mitsuri and then after another bone crushing hug as she hugged you with a large smile. "THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS LIKE THE NICEST THING A NEW PERSON HAS EVER DONE FOR ME!!"

You smiled wider looking at her. "No need to thank me. You shouldn't be treated badly just because of your appetite." She blinked as you patted her arms. "That guy's a jerk. Forget about him and just enjoy your cake. My treat."

She continued to stare at you before her face turned to a bright red and her hands let go of you to clasp her cheeks. "I-I don't know what to say. Oh my- Such a gesture!"

"You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy yourself. Sorry if I didn't explain it earlier."

"Oh. So that's why you ordered it."

Makio slowly relaxed as you nodded.... Oblivious to the lovestruck, blushing face Mitsuri was giving you before you slowly got up to excuse yourself to the bathroom and asked them to watch your shopping bags in the meantime. The SECOND you disappeared from sight, Mitsuri slammed a determined palm down on the table and clenched a fist.

"Ok! It's official! Let's do all we can to get her together with Gyomei! She's absolutely perfect!"

"Huh? Where did this come from?"

"Oh..N-No where but we owe it to Mei to try and get him a great girlfriend like he deserves! So let's make her feel welcome! I mean like c'mon! She's literally perfect! She even tipped the waiter so we didn't have to!"

"Are you..blushing?"

"N-NO! I'm just very flattered at the gesture!"

By the time you got back, Mitsuri was already done eating and giddy again especially when you came back. The group gathered up the bags and decided to stop by two more small shops to pick up some pre-ordered stuff Tengen already paid for (a canvas and a box of hard to get paints) before they ushered you back out of the mall and on the street. At least four shopping bags hung from your own arms as Mitsuri held your hand and pulled you along behind her continuing to babble on about...Well you lost track after the part where she told you about how she got into ballet but you politely listened since she seemed so happy now dragging you down the road as cars drove by and people passed by on the sidewalk.

The building they stopped in front of was a smaller building than the mall but still bigger than your house. The sign on the front saying Salon, Sauna, and Beyond. Ah! So this must be the place that they were so excited to go. You allowed Mitsuri to excitedly drag you in after the others and the nice smells of rose air freshener hit your nose along with the cool air from the ac. The inside of the building was mostly white with a few paintings on the wall, some soft looking chairs, and a reception desk where a middle aged woman smiled at you all. Ah. This must've been the waiting area.

The woman smiled at the group and waved a hand. "Good afternoon. Are you here to book an appointment?"

"I have a reservation for a group under Kocho actually!"

The lady took a moment to rummage around on her desk and look for something.. before nodded and happily looked at Shinobu. "Of course! We have your party booked for our three o clock reservation. If you'll follow me, you can get a locker for your belongings before proceeding to the salon floor."

In an instant Mitsuri looked excitedly at you. "Have you ever been to an onsen before, Y/n?"

You nodded. "My cousin had everyone go to one for her bachelorette party, so I've been to one once."

"Oh you'll love it then! The water is from natural hot springs so it's got minerals that's really good for your skin! But first we're getting our nails done and-"

And off she went again.

It was ok still. You still were going to have a good time. It was just a small matter of getting a small safe place to put your shoes and bags before following the others to the other section of the salon separate from the onsen addition. Other an an older woman getting highlights in her hair, your group had the entire place to yourselves.

It was a strange and new but not unpleasant experience there. After all you've never had your nails done let alone had anyone else take a nail file to your nails or had your feet soaked before getting a pedicure for the first time. As said it wasn't a bad experience just new. However you declined the massage offered to you. By the time three hours had passed and everyone had a turn to everything that was offered to them(none of you noticing the second group being escorted towards the onsen), it was time for the onsen according to Suma. There was only one problem however-

"Hey. Um..I don't know how any other way to say this, but I don't feel comfortable washing with you all before we go to the onsen."

You weren't actually planning on getting into any onsens either and was just going to sit on the edge as they soaked, but you had to bath before going into the onsen and you didn't feel comfortable doing that as a group. Luckily Shinobu seemed very understanding and smiled at you.

"That's fine. We're not going to make you do something you're not comfortable with so why don't you want outside for about fifteen minutes? We'll all be done by then and you can join us when you're done."

You sighed relieved. "That's great!"

"Good. When you're done just go through the doorway and down the hall. We'll be through the green door."

"Ok! I'll remember that!"

Guess who decided to show up in your life again? Yep that's right. Bad luck.

You had waited outside of the bathing area with the long fluffy white robe and the soap the spa ladies had given you to use and waited about twenty minutes for them all to get done (an extra five minutes just to be sure) before deciding to see if everyone was clear. A quick shout didn't get any response and a careful peek inside revealed that indeed no one else was in the room. Perfect! You were able to scrub down really quick and change into the robe you were given before wrapping a towel around your hair. Now let's see. Shinobu said they'd be in the room down the hall from here through the green door. Perfect! Easiest directions ever!

...or it would've been if you weren't staring at two exactly identical green doors at the end of the hall.

You stood there dumbfounded staring between the doors again. There was a sign saying which one was the men's section.. unfortunately it had fallen off the wall where it was hung up and for some reason had been kicked to the middle of the hall so you had no idea which door it had been hanging above. Was someone trying to play a joke?! Or did no one notice the sign on the floor?! Or did they just not care and just kick it out of the way?! Either way you were screwed in this situation. Great.

Ultimately you decided to go through the right door. There was no one else in the spa besides yourself, your group, and the employees. The worst you'd do is enter an empty room or run into an employee who you'd just explain that you were were lost, and you might just run into the group. So you didn't think when you pushed open the door. When you stepped inside. When you smiled at first hearing the sloshing sounds of water. When you called out happily.

"Hey! I'm sorry I took so long! I got lost so-"

You froze as at least six heads turned to look at you in the doorway.

It felt like an eternity to process what you were seeing as your mind just blue screened, but at the same time it felt like someone dropped a boulder into your stomach and jabbed ice into your veins with a syringe. There was definitely a group occupying the onsen in here alright...however it was uh...

They were definitely not girls.

Six pairs of eyes stared at you. Some frozen in shock, some confusion, and at least in Sanemi's case it was a big 'wtf' look. Speaking of which-

IT WAS THE WRONG DAM ROOM!!

The boys all stared at you from somewhere in the room. Rengoku, Tengen, and Sanemi from in the water. Obanai sitting on the ledge looking wide eyed frozen at you with a towel around his middle and his mask still on his face. And Gyomei and Giyuu standing off to the side looking like they had been having a conversation but stopped when you walked in. However-

HOW WERE THEY ALL SO RIPPED-

"*ahem*" Eventually it was Gyomei who broke the extremely awkward silence by clearing his throat making you jump and calmly gesturing a hand back to the door. "Y/n, I believe you meant to enter through the o-other door."

"IMSOSORRY!!OHMYGOD-"

The door all but slammed behind your quickly disappearing form and the sound of your quickly retreating footsteps left everyone else staring there stunned in the aftermath.. before Tengen snickered body shaking lightly before his entire head was thrown back with his loud booming laughter echoed off the tiled walls.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! Well if she didn't think you were good looking before she does now!," he loudly announced with more laughter that turned into sputters and coughs once Sanemi splashed water into his face.

You didn't mention anything about this to the others. Didn't even answer them when they asked what took you you so long and why your face was burnt red. You only squealed out that you got lost but didn't answer anything else. Thankfully they didn't push it and you were able to try to forget about it..but failed. You were horrified by the time you all left and the guys were literally RIGHT THERE in the lobby and...

Absolutely chill?

They didn't look the least bit out of the ordinary and just greeted their girlfriends like it was any other day except for Tengen who gave you a deeply amused smile but before he could say anything Obanai kicked his leg hard enough to make him wince. So hopefully he wouldn't be telling anyone else about this- A gentle large hand placed on your shoulder causes you to jump out of your stupor and snap up to a concerned looking Gyomei.

"Are you alright?," his tone was gentle and concerned. "If you're uncomfortable being around after..*ahem*" His own face dawned a light pink. "I-I can pay for a taxi to take you home."

"N-No! I-It's ok! That was m-m-my fault! Um...How was your hike?" You quickly changed the subject.

Taking the hint he nodded clearing his throat. "I-It was wonderful. The forest was very vibrant with life and the waterfall was especially alive. There's not really anything that sounds quite as powerful as the Earth's own power."

"It sounds beautiful."

"It was."

*Until Sanemi dragged us to that ghost story knock off."

"HEY!!" You turned to catch Sanemi pointed and angry hand to Obanai. "SUPERNATURAL ACTIVITY TWO IS A FANTASTIC HORROR MOVIE! WAY BETTER THAN THAT SNAKE CRAP SHOW YOU BROUGHT!!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW GOOD STORYLINES WHEN YOU SEE THEM!!"

"That is enough!" The sudden shout from the otherwise soft spoken Gyomei was so out of the ordinary that it made everyone turn on the spot in shock and surprise. His face turned down on a frown towards the both of them. "This entire day was supposed to be about spending time with one another not argue over who has better taste in films. Further more you both are being very inconsiderate to make such fools of yourself in front of our guest for this trip. Now will you both please kindly stop going at each other's throats?"

There was a stunned small moment of silence as the both of them slowly relaxed back looking suddenly guilty. After another few seconds Gyomei nodded before looking back to you apologetically.

"I'm very sorry."

"It's ok. I really don't mind anyways."

"No. It's not ok. We were supposed to relax today without any fighting. They promised and now-.." He just sighed. "It's getting late and we all have classes and work tomorrow. We should all return home and get a good night's sleep. Do you need me to drop you off?"

You shook your head at him. "No it's ok. I can walk home after I take the bus back."

"Then allow me to walk you home. It's the least I can do."

After such a kind gesture,how could you say no? That's what lead to you both walking down the street with your arms linked and the sun barely in the sky, and him carrying your bags in his other hand even though you told him he didn't have to but he insisted. It made a warm fluttery feeling go off in your chest that barely let you register saying goodbye to everyone else. And you definitely didn't see the way Mitsuri was giving you the 'first crush' eyes or the very approving look Kanae gave you. Only focusing on the fact that you were home now and the good feelings in your chest didn't go away even when he handed over your bags.

"Thank you for walking me home."

He smiled. "As I said before it's the least I could do. I'm just happy you had fun with the girls today. I hope Mitsuri and Suma weren't too overwhelming. I know they can be a lot."

"No they're great! I had so much fun. It's the best time I had for a long time to be honest."

He chuckled too and looked like he was going to say something but at the same moment and elderly couple smiled at you while walking into the building next to your home. "Oh look, Dear. A young man walking his lady home. How charming. I remember when you used to walk me everywhere-"

"Oh no. He's not my boyfri-..He is?"

The look of surprise on his face as his head turned to you wide eyed. "I am?"

There was a silence other than the chatting older couple just entering into the building and leaving you both alone staring at each other for a long moment. Eventually you looked down at your feet and rubbed your arm.

"I-I mean.. Would you like to be?"

His white eyes widened to the size of plates as he was taken aback before the brightest shade of red came over him as he just.. couldn't believe it. Before a big smile replaced the shock and he nodded. "Y-YES! I mean- *ahem* I would like that very much. However are you sure you'd like to have me for a boyfriend. I will not sugarcoat the obvious." A hand gestured to his face. "I am blind and scarred."

"If I was really shallow to not date because of looks, then I wouldn't have agreed to that first date with you."

"I am seeing other people whom I love and care about very much. .. I'm not going to break up with them or any other outrageous demands."

"I wouldn't even dream of asking you to break up with them! I think they're wonderful people so I couldn't ask you that. And it's not going to be me dating them. I'm going to be dating you and I'm ok with that." You smiled. "You're the first guy I dated that's been completely honest with me and so kind. It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world."

"I-... Don't speak like that please."

You blinked. "Huh. Why?"

"Be-Because the beauteous genuity of your words only make you sound more beautiful to my mind."

Huh. You were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. Barely anyone was outside now, too busy inside mingling, eating the food, and enjoying the evening. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautiful voice. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. Or removing the hand that now cupped her cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

"Hey. Do you think Gyomei is going to be angry at us still?" Sanemi gave his girlfriend a glum look as she patted his back.

"Of course not. He's just stressed trying to make a good impression is all. I'm sure he'll be just fine." Her boyfriend didn't look convinced as he gave her a pout. Oh well. She was distracted anyways by the ringing of her phone in her pocket to which she promptly pulled out and automatically held up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Kanae! Quickly I need help!"

She blinked as Gyomei's voice cut through the phone. "Mei? Are you ok? What happened?"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BOYFRIEND!!"

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horangare · 2 years ago

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my babysitter’s a vampire

pairing : vampire!hoshi x human!reader

content : smut (mdni), strangers to ???

in which : your parents hired a babysitter after deeming you as the “irresponsible” older sibling. when someone who isn’t junhui shows up in his place, you’re instantly captivated by this handsome stranger and his shiny white teeth.

warnings : grinding, fingering, finger sucking, big dick soonyoung, blood, mentions of a knife and minimal bodily harm (you cut your finger), unprotected sex (but mentions of birth control, be safe either way), cocky soonyoung (ugh i want him so bad), you threaten him with a fork, bff!chaeryeong, dirty talk, pet names, bulge kink (i think that’s everything but pls let me know if i forgot anything)

wc : 4.8K words

note : look y’all i am the youngest of four sisters so idk if my portrayal of a younger brother is a good one but…this is for u hoshi nation horanghae.

“What do you mean?! I don’t need a babysitter!”

Your mom sighed deeply, searching her jewelry box for her matching earring. “I’m sorry honey, but you do. Your sister clearly isn’t responsible enough.” You rolled your eyes, but remained quiet. “And I know Junhui’s mom. She says he’s a very nice boy who’s good with children.”

Ever since you and Chaeryeong shut yourselves in your room to rewatch Girl From Nowhere for the millionth time again and speculate if there would really be a third season, (Chaeryeong insisted there would be, while you thought the opposite) the fact that you were supposed to be babysitting your younger brother had completely slipped your mind. When your parents returned from their date, they pulled into the driveway only to find Leo out there screaming his head off.

After that, you were quickly deemed “irresponsible” by your parents and no longer allowed to be Leo’s babysitter. What did they want you to do? You couldn’t spend all summer break looking after the little brat. Anyway, it’s not like that was the part that bothered you, but the fact that you couldn’t talk or beg her out of it either.

“Mom, come on! I’m eight and a half now! I can pretty much babysit myself!” Leo crossed his arms over his chest, standing in the doorway so your mother couldn’t leave the room without giving him, in all his childhood glory, the explanation he felt he so richly deserved.

“It’s too late. Junhui is already on his way and we’ve already paid him.” She leaned down, kissing him on the forehead. “Promise me you’ll be good.”

Your brother glanced to the side, like he was actually considering not being on his best behavior, before nodding and smiling at your mom. “I promise.” What a little shit.

“That’s my boy. And the same goes for you, [Y/n]. Chaeryeong over but she cannot stay the night. Am I clear?”

You smiled, not even bothering to make it seem real or genuine. “Crystal clear, mom. Have fun with dad.”

“Yeah, yeah. We should be back at around eleven.” Your mom mumbled, making her way down the stairs and to the front door where your dad was waiting. You followed behind her, mostly so you could slam the door in a pitiful act of retaliation and lock it shut until your friend arrived, but also because you wanted to see what this Junhui kid looked like up close.

You’d seen him maybe once or twice before around campus or at the cute little coffee shop you frequented, but you had never gotten a close hard look at his face before. Some of your friends knew him, according to them he was kind of weird, but made up for it with his sense of humor. Maybe he could keep you some decent company before Chaeryeong showed up.

The boy on the other side of the door was not Junhui. At least, you didn’t think so. This boy was a little shorter, a little blonder, and a lot finer than you’ve ever seen Junhui look.

“Oh! Hello, are you…Junhui?” Your mom asked, raking her eyes over the boy standing before her.

“Hi. No, sorry, Jun couldn’t make it. I’m Soonyoung, I’m a friend of his. Can I come in?”

“Oh, sure. Leo? Your babysitter’s here!”

“He’s so hot. And he’s totally your type, don’t you think?”

“Chaeryeong, please!” You slapped your hand over her mouth, earning a dirty look from the girl standing beside you. She was right, this Soonyoung guy was super good looking, but she didn’t have to say it out loud. He was still a stranger after all. A hot one, but a stranger nonetheless, and it was only normal for you to have your reservations. “He’s not even the guy who’s supposed to be here. Junhui was supposed to be Leo’s babysitter. He says he’s his friend.”

Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, not understanding what your problem was. “I wouldn’t be complaining if I were you. Look, even Leo likes him.”

You and Chaeryeong watched from the kitchen island as Soonyoung helped Leo with his homework in the living room, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen your brother smile while doing homework. Neither of you could hear what they were saying, for some reason you doubted it was about fractions—fractions were not funny.

The longer you observed them—mostly Soonyoung—the more you realized how right your friend was. He was fine. Really fine. It’s like there was some kind of aura around him, something almost otherworldly.

That’s when you started to stare. Like the hard, not even blinking type of stare. Soonyoung turned his head over his shoulder, the two of you making eye contact in what felt like the most awkward way ever. He smiled at you though, which made your cheeks feel embarrassingly warm, before giving his attention back to your brother. Chaeryeong, having watched the entire exchange, grinned while looking you up and down.

“You’re staring.” She mumbled.

Feeling like a stubborn child about to throw a tantrum, you narrowed your eyes and pouted. “Was not.”

Your friend was no doubt satisfied with herself, cooing at you and cupping your face with her hands to squish your cheeks together. “Denial is not a good look for you. Come on,” she released your face to pat you on the shoulder. “let’s go watch a movie before I leave.”

Looking back at the living room, you saw your brother sitting on the couch alone with no signs of Soonyoung. Some babysitter, you thought, leaving the kid he’s supposed to be looking after alone. How could your parents leave someone so irresponsible in charge of your brother?

Oh, wait…

“Just wait for me in my room. I’ve gotta use the bathroom.” She nodded, heading upstairs to your room while you made your way to the bathroom in the hall and swinging open the door.

“What the fuck?” Soonyoung shouted, tearing his eyes away from the mirror above the bathroom sink to look at you. Gasping, you took a step back from him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—” You started to apologize, glancing behind him into the mirror and you froze. The spot where his reflection should be was empty. You took another step back.

“You didn’t know…what?”

If you weren’t so scared right now, you would’ve definitely been offended by the way he was speaking to you like you owed him an explanation for wanting to use the bathroom in your house. You looked at him, then the mirror once more, trying to make it as subtle as possible.

“Uh…nothing! So sorry again.” You said, laughing awkwardly to diffuse the tension and backing away from him far enough until you were close enough to retreat up the stairs and to your room. Chearyeong, seated comfortably in your bed, snapped her head away from her phone to see you clutching your chest and panting.

“Woah, what happened?” She asked as she sat upright. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?” With one of your hands, you gestured that you needed more time to catch your breath before taking a deep breath and stepping closer to the bed.

“He doesn’t have a reflection.”

Chaeryeong raised one of her eyebrows. “The babysitter? Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course I’m sure! He was in front of the bathroom mirror but the mirror was, like, empty!”

You could tell she wasn’t really sure whether you were telling the truth or not, making you groan and cover your face with your hands. “I’m really fucking serious! There’s something wrong with him, Chaeryeong!”

A heavy sigh sounded from Chaeryeong’s place on your bed. “I don’t know…what kind of person doesn’t have a reflection?”

“All humans have reflections,” you shrugged, your head tilted as your mind considered each and every possibility. “maybe he isn’t human.”

Chaeryeong snorted and rolled her eyes. “What is he then? A vampire?” The comment was definitely meant to be a joke given the way she’d said it, but the way your eyes widened and jaw drop was all too serious. “Oh my god, is he really a vampire?”

You looked around your room frantically, feeling the smallest bit of relief when you saw your laptop resting on your beside table. Chaeryeong made room for you in the bed, watching as your fingers flew over the keys.

How to identify a vampire.

“Asks to be invited into your home…no reflection…powerful presence or aura,” you skimmed over the first three bullet points shown before you and felt your mouth go dry. Soonyoung, so far, was definitely fitting the description of a vampire.

“Look,” Chaeryeong pointed to the next bullet point and read it aloud. “When a person is injured, make sure to find out if their focus is more on the injured person or the injury itself.” You looked at her, unsure of what his point was. Nobody in the house had been injured?

“Yeah, so?”

“So we’ve gotta injure you.” She scoffed, a little confused as to how you weren’t following her crazy thought process.

You leaned away from her. “What? Why does it have to be me?”

“You’re the one that wants to prove it so bad, aren’t you?” It was hard to argue with that one, you were the one who brought it up in the first place. You grumbled and slammed your laptop shut.

“Fine! But if we do all this and he ends up being just some guy I’m expecting a very long apology from you.”

Chaeryeong just smiled brightly at you. “Yes, ma’am.”

Soonyoung had brought Leo up to bed much earlier than he thought he would; your brother mumbled something about using all his brainpower on the fractions, and Soonyoung had laughed and tucked him into the covers. When he returned downstairs, he noticed the kitchen lights were on. Once he reached the bottom, he could see Chaeryeong holding your quivering body in the kitchen, a knife and an apple discarded on the kitchen island.

“What happened?” He asked, the faintest hint of worry in his voice.

The truth of what happened is quite simple; you and Chaeryeong snuck down here while Soonyoung was putting Leo to bed, she gave you a small (but still painful) cut on your index finger, and now you were standing here trying to sell it.

“[Y/n] was gonna split this apple with me, but I totally forgot how awful she is with knives. I think she cut her finger open, does it look bad?” Chaeryeong grabbed your wrist, holding your now opened hand closer to Soonyoung’s face. The blood had pooled where the cut was and started to streak down your finger. He sucked in a breath, struggling to look away from it.

“Y-Yeah, it looks pretty bad.” Soonyoung gulped, watching the red liquid falling down past your knuckles. He licked his lips, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you pulled your finger away. Then and only then did Soonyoung look at you in the eyes again.

“Everything okay? You seemed kind of distracted.” You tilted your head to the side. “You seemed really focused on the blood, don’t you think?”

Soonyoung scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh please, I was not.” You and Chaeryeong exchanged a look, and you held up your bleeding finger in front of his face again. Soonyoung’s focus shifted once more, his eyes zeroing in on the streak of blood that was beginning to go dry. You turned away to rinse it under the sink and shook off the water once it was all washed away.

“Yeah, okay.” Chaeryeong said, reaching into her pocket and handing you a band-aid. “So you’re a vampire, right?”

To say the least, Soonyoung seemed shocked and offended that you had caught him so easily, as if he hadn’t been the most obvious vampire ever. “What? A vampire? Please, how could you ever think that?” It was almost pathetic how he was actually trying to convince you otherwise when the evidence was already there, maybe he actually thought he could wiggle his way out of this.

“Look, we already know. Just drop it.” You sighed, and Soonyoung did the same.

“Aw, mannnnnnn.” He whined. “What gave it away?”

“Do you really want us to answer that?” Chaeryeong asked him, her voice riddled with sarcasm. Soonyoung looked down and mumbled the word “no,” and Chaeryeong nodded pointedly. “Thought so.”

So you were right. Soonyoung was a vampire. He was also your little brother’s babysitter. It’s funny, you could’ve sworn you’ve seen a show like this before a really long time ago, one whose name wasn’t coming to mind right now. Whatever, back to the main point. Soonyoung was a vampire.

“Why are you here?” You questioned him, holding up a fork to his neck. “Are you gonna kill us?”

“Woah, um, first of all,” He closed his hands around yours and lowered it, and you noticed how cold he felt. Probably another vampire thing. You snatched your hand away, and he seemed confused, but shook his head and continued on. “That silver thing? It’s just a myth. Second of all, why would I wanna kill you? It’s not like your parents wouldn’t notice. Not to mention we don’t go feeding on people randomly, consent is a thing, you know.” You could’ve laughed at that. A creature that survived off of draining the blood of others caring about their right to say no seemed ironic.

“And anyway, did you seriously expect to kill me with a fork?”

Chaeryeong burst into laughter, though she tried to play it off by coughing when she saw you glaring at her. “Sorry…” She picked up the fork and the knife and dumped them back into the silverware drawer to prevent you from making any more threats against Soonyoung. Your parents also didn’t trust you with metal utensils for…reasons similar to this.

You rolled your eyes. “So what happened to Junhui? Why couldn’t he come?”

The blond shrugged. “I dunno, he said that he was feeling sick, so he asked me to come in his place. Does that really matter?”

“Of course it matters! I don’t want some freaky undead creature looking after my little brother!” You retorted, raising your voice just a little. He might’ve been against eating people, but that didn’t change the fact that he was still a monster.

“[Y/n], that’s kinda…” Soonyoung held up one of his hands, signaling for Chaeryeong to stop talking.

“How do you know Jun isn’t a vampire?” He tilted his head as he asked that, then pursed his lips while he waited for your answer.

So he was a vampire and a smart-ass. Great.

“I don’t know!” You turned your head away from him. “This is just…freaky. I didn’t know vampires could be so—”

“Witty? Handsome? Charming? I know, I get that all the time.”

“Stupid.”

Chaeryeong laughed again.

Soonyoung raised one of his eyebrows. “Stupid guys must be your type then. Well, according to Chaeryeong, if I heard correctly.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. “You heard all that?” Soonyoung nodded, smiling when he noticed the way you reacted.

“Every single word. You know, maybe you should do more research.” He flicked you on the forehead and grinned when you let out a yelp of pain.

“Anyway.” Chaeryeong mumbled. “It’s getting late, my sister is on her way to get me. Good luck with…” She gestured between Soonyoung and you. “whatever you’ve got going on.” She reached forward and grabbed the discarded apple from its place on the island and padded upstairs to get her stuff from your room.

A gleeful smile crept its way onto his lips as he turned his head to look at you. “She’s leaving. You know what that means, it’ll just be me and you once she’s gone.”

“If you try anything, I will go get the fork. I don’t care if it kills you or not.”

He laughed, and the sound echoed through the kitchen. It was weird, he didn’t sound or look like an evil blood-sucking monster. He just looked and sounded…normal. And a little shiny.

“Later [Y/n]! Bye Soonyoung. Have fun!” Chaeryeong waved to you from the stairs. You replied with a goodbye of your own, and Soonyoung hummed, listening for the sound of the door closing shut before turning you around and pushing you against the island.

You gasped. “What are you doing?” The way you squirmed in his hold was amusing to Soonyoung, acting as if you could get away. You were so cute, thinking you could get away from him. This would be more enjoyable than he thought.

“I don’t understand why you’re so afraid of me. I can make you feel so good, baby.” You scoffed, the sound turning into a low moan when he started grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“I’m not afraid of you,” The shakiness in your voice poked a hole in your believability, but Soonyoung didn’t think too much of it. He lowered his head to the side of your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point before licking a stripe up the side of your neck. You shivered with a horrible realization; you liked it.

“Mmm, then maybe you like me. Is that why your heart is beating so fast?” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

A whine echoed through the kitchen. Your whine. “Wait, my parents…”

You gasped a second time when Soonyoung turned you so you were facing him, and you watched him roll his eyes with that annoying smile plastered on his face. “Oh, them? They’re coming home late. Your mom locked the keys in the car, so they’ll be a while.” Just when you were about to respond, he turned you around again, the feeling of his breath on your neck making you shiver. “So just focus on me, got it?”

His hands traveled over your body, stopping to squeeze your chest or your ass. You should’ve been embarrassed with how you reacted so eagerly to his touch, but he was actually making you feel good. Well, whatever. It’s not like you’d actually let him know—

“I can get rid of these, right?” He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your pajama pants, pulling them down along with your underwear the second you gave him a nod of confirmation. The fabric drops down your legs and pools at your feet and you kicked it aside. Soonyoung reached between your legs, collecting the wetness between them and holding it up to your face, fingers glistening with your arousal. “Look how wet you are for the freaky undead creature. You like this, don’t you?”

“N-no. I don’t like this or you.” Even though you said all that and shook your head, Soonyoung could tell you didn’t mean it. He reached between your legs again, this time to ease one of his fingers inside of you.

“The way you’re moaning for me says otherwise.” As he said that, he pushed another one of his fingers past your walls and eliciting another one of those not so subtle sounds from you that he loved. You didn’t even have to see him to know that he was pleased with himself getting you all worked up like this.

He was arrogant. He was full of himself. He was a smug bastard. He was all of that and more, and it was making you weak in the fucking knees.

Three of his fingers were inside of you now, stretching you so good that it made your head spin, and you bucked your hips against his hands like you’ve never been touched a day in your life.

God, you’d never live this down.

You bit your lip so that he didn’t get the satisfaction of hearing how you were falling apart over his fingers, or how good it felt when he curled them inside of you just right, or how he had your legs shaking every time he reached your sweet spot. As if he needed the vocal confirmation (he heard the noises you were making regardless), the way you were trembling was pretty much a dead giveaway.

“You know, you still owe me a little blood.”

“What?” You turned your head as much as you could to look at him over your shoulder. Soonyoung’s eyes were darker than they were before, his hunger evident through his gaze.

How could you owe him blood? What did that even mean?

“You owe me some blood,” he repeated. “Waving your finger around in my face and refusing me a taste. You have no idea how worked up you got me all over that flimsy little cut.”

Judging by how his dick was still poking you, you seriously doubted that.

You turned your head back around, not wanting him to see your face as you weighed your options. You didn’t really know what would happen if he did bite you. Would it hurt? Would it feel good?

Only one way to find out.

“Just…do it fast.” You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck. Soonyoung smiles wide—not like you could see it, but you were imagining that he was in this situation. He withdraws his fingers from their place inside you, much to your dismay, but he’s now holding them to your lips. He groans when you open your mouth and allows him to slip his fingers in and mumbling something that you can’t pick up over the sound of your thumping heartbeat.

“It shouldn’t hurt too much, but let me know if I need to stop.”

He pressed a quick kiss to the spot on your neck that he was sinking his fangs into no more than a second later, giving you no time to process his little act of intimacy. It stung for a moment, but what followed the initial sting of pain was the most intense and overwhelming sense of pleasure.

Soonyoung moans with absolutely no shame when your blood fills his mouth. He’s never tasted anyone as good as you, and he realizes that he could quickly become addicted to you. Your sounds, your blood, your pussy, each and every part of you inside and out was intoxicating.

You wrap your hands around his wrist and pull his fingers out of your mouth, wanting to have him hear your next words clearly. “Fuck me…please.”

He nearly chokes when you ask him that, forcing himself to pull away just so he can ask you to repeat yourself. He licks the remnants of your blood from his lips and your wound so that it’ll seal. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Clearly your expectations for him were still far too high, because instead of taking you to bed or at least the couch, he had you laid on the kitchen floor. Yeah, you’re definitely never living this down.

And yet despite all this, you can’t help but drool when you finally got to see Soonyoung’s cock beyond the confines of his sweatpants. He looks down at you, smirking, and despite your heightened arousal you still feel an urge to kick his cocky little ass.

“Can you get down here before I change my mind?”

He waves at you dismissively as if he hadn’t been the one all over you. “Need a condom. Got one on you?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m clean and on the pill. Come on, just fuck me already, oh my—”

Soonyoung happily lowered himself onto the floor, his lips on yours as he guided himself inside of you inch by inch. He tasted like your blood, obviously, but there was an also a faint taste of pink starburst too. Something he probably got from Leo, no doubt. The combination was weird, but somehow you figured it suited him.

“God. So f-fucking big, Soonie!”

Gone is the last bit of your composure with Soonyoung’s cock buried inside of you, blurting out any thought that came to your head against his lips.

“Shhh, not so loud, baby,” he whispers. “Wouldn’t want to have your bother wake up and find out what a slut you are, would you?” Yeah right, you think. Leo could sleep through anything, including you getting dicked down by his babysitter. But getting called a slut by him in that sickly sweet way had you clenching around him. “Fuck, warn me if you’re gonna do that.”

“Like I knew it would happen.” You hissed, making him laugh. He found this back and forth thing going on between the two of you fun, especially when he could get you so worked up and vice versa.

He waited until your body had relaxed to start moving, having to keep one of his hands over your mouth each time he thrusted into you because despite what he’d said earlier you just couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It wasn’t your fault that the kitchen was so echoey or that Soonyoung was giving it to you so fucking good.

“You’re such a cute little thing,” He laughed breathily into your neck. “I loved how much of a fight you put up for me baby. Now look at you. You’re mine.”

“All—ah—yours,” your words were muffled by his hands, but he understood you perfectly. The embarrassment you felt earlier was gone, completely replaced with thoughts of him and his cock splitting you open right here on the floor.

You felt him nod, “Mhm, you’re all mine, and I’m all yours. God, wish I could just fuck this sweet little pussy forever.”

A laugh managed slipped past your lips and he finally moved his hand away from your mouth. “You can say that?”

“God? Duh.” He sneered, becoming more and more aware of just how clueless you really were about vampire culture. “Can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.”

You were just about to say something else when Soonyoung changed the angle of his hips, slamming into you even deeper than before. Your back arched, chest pressed to his, and a second later you let out a frustrated groan.

“You still fucking suck.”

“I’m glad you noticed.”

He opts for a faster pace after that, spurred on by the way you close your eyes and babble his name over and over again as if it’s the only word you can say. He’s so desperate to cum, to get you to cum, to have him be the only thing on your mind when you make a mess of yourself all over him. He whispers for you to keep your eyes closed, taking your wrist in his hand and bringing it to your stomach.

“Can you feel me? Right…” He moves your hand around a little before he finds the correct place, “here?” Blindly, you press down on the spot, and your eyes shoot open. He’s so, so deep, you can’t keep it together anymore.

“F-Fuck, feels so good,” your breath hitches at the end of the sentence. “Need more…”

“Yeah? Pretty baby needs more?” Soonyoung raises one of your legs over his shoulders and you swear you start seeing stars with the way he’s fucking you. “You’re so t-tight, sweetheart. Gonna cum?”

“Mmm, yeah, so c-close. Make me cum, Soonie, need it so bad.”

Soonyoung lifts his head so that he can kiss you, only breaking it to quickly mumble the words “me too” before his lips are back on yours and his finger is rubbing your clit until your body goes limp beneath his and he feels you squeezing him so tight it triggers his own orgasm, slowing the speed of his thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you barely register the feeling of him pulling out or lifting himself off of you while you lay there and catch your breath. “Soonyoung?”

There’s no immediate response, and it makes you confused as to why. You try to lift yourself off the floor but the soreness hasn’t quite subsided, so you’ve no choice but to stay put. “Yeah, just leave me on the floor. Not like I need your help or anything.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting you to be all sticky.” He huffs, wiping the insides of your thighs with a damp washcloth, then proceeding to wipe down the floor and the top of the island.

“I’m still on the floor, Soonyoung.”

Smiling, he helps you to stand and even manages to get you back into your underwear and pajama pants. He won’t stop looking at you like he has something to say. Maybe, for once, it’s something important.

“What?”

“You wanna go again? I’ve still got a ton of energy.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he did. “Oh come on, I know you liked it.”

“That’s it, I’m getting the fork.”

#kwon soonyoung #kwon hoshi #kwon soonyoung smut #soonyoung smut #hoshi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #svt soonyoung #seventeen soonyoung

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dc-gotham-instincts-wild · 4 months ago

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Babysitting Your Little Siblings.

Summary: At one point when everyone is at Jason's apartment for no reason, Jason, Cass, and Dick are faced with the challenge of getting their younger siblings to sleep (Bruce promised them money) while Bruce is away on a case.

Notes:

I don't ship any of the Batkids, they're all siblings to me.

In my mind, Dick is the oldest, Cassandra is about seven months older than Jason, Tim and Steph are about 4 months apart, Duke is about 2-4 years younger than them, and Damian is obviously the youngest.

Dick, Cass, and Jason form the older trio, Tim and Steph are the middle, Duke and Dami are the youngest, but it's basically oldest three vs youngest four.

Yes Bruce has/did have legal custody of all seven. Tim? he stole it. Was pretty easy for him too.

The next door neighbor part is because..... I didn't exactly know how to start it so i started it that way.

THE ENDING WAS INSPIRED BY THIS FIC, SO UHHH CREDIT FOR THAT PART GOES TO THEM!

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The Batkids all basically lived at Wayne Manor, but Dick, Cass, and Jason, being the oldest three, and the legal adults, all had their own apartments that they did use, just they liked breaking back into WM because it was more home than their apartments.

But every now and then the whole gang just kind of.... went and rolled down to any of the apartments, chilled, fooled around, watched something, even stayed the night etc, etc.

Case in point, once when Bruce was off on a larger case, but Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian had school the next day and Cass had a broken arm, so he left Jason, Dick, and Cass in charge and for no reason they kind of just rolled over to Jason's.

The next door neighbor, Owen, knocked on the door, wanting to know about the sudden influx of noise. He didn't mind, he was just curious.

Jason opened the door, looking a bit tired, his hair messy and a bit sweaty, but there was a spark in his greenish-blue eyes that Owen hadn't seen before in their earlier interactions.

"...What?" The young man asked. Owen hesitated, hearing voices from behind his strange neighbor.

"Just, uh, heard more noise than usual and got curious. Not annoyed, just curious."

Jason blinked, then seemed to realize. "Oh, that's just my siblings. They're over." Owen blinked in surprise. "You- you have siblings?"

"Yeah, there's seven of us!" Yelled a girl's voice behind Jason. "Adopted!" Added a young male voice.

Jason rolled his eyes, though a hint of fondness was there in his eyes.

"Yeah. Me and my older bro and sis are the oldest three, so as thus-"

"We are left in charge while Dad is away." finished another young man, appearing behind Jason. He seemed to be a bit older than his brother. "I'm Dick. Oldest of seven insane siblings. Jay here is the third oldest."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Our sister Cass is between us. Anyway, sorry about the noise, we're trying to wrangle the little ones to bed since they have school tomorrow and Dad ain't here. We're here at my apartment instead of the main house for no reason other than pure randomness."

Owen blinked. Looking over The twos' shoulders he could see two girls, one seeming between Dick and Jason in age, the other somewhere in high school, plus three boys, one the same age as the younger girl, the other two younger than that but still apart.

"It's fine," He decided. "Hope they sleep though." He added with a wry grin.

Jason actually laughed. "Yeah, Dad promised us money if we manage to get them to bed, so..."

Dick grinned. "Yup!" He turned around to the room. "So you four better get to bed real fast!"

Owen nodded and grinned as the door closed.

It was nice to know his neighbor had a good family.

Jason turned around to his younger siblings. "You heard Dick, hit the hay!"

Steph rolled her eyes. "Do we have to?" Cass tapped her sister on the shoulder and silently pointed to one of the other extra rooms. 'Go,' her eyes said. Cass was like that. Her siblings didn't even need her to sign to understand. Just her presence was enough.

"Steph....." Dick warned. "School is next morning, sis." Steph sighed and finally slipped off to bed.

Next was Damian.

"Demon Brat, you heard us. You have school tomorrow and besides, it's almost past your bedtime, little one." "I am too old for such restrictions." Damian answered stubbornly, crossing his arms.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Damian...... You do know that I'm saying this on Bruce's orders, right?"

A stubborn glare.

Dick tried. "Hey Dami, if you don't go to bed then you'll be tired during school. Me and Jason can manage patrol and like Jay said, you usually go to bed on this time when you're not on patrol. You want me to call Alfred?"

That worked. Damian sighed, and went into one of the extra rooms, grumbling.

Alfred card always worked.

Jason slipped over to the table where Duke was hunched over his math book. "You done with your homework, bro?"

Duke sighed. "Nope. I literally can't get this last one."

Jason looked at the problem and sighed.

"Lemme guess- Ms. Rue is the teacher for your math class."

Duke blinked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

Jason smirked. "Oh, I had her. She's infamous for being the worst teacher ever."

Duke groaned. "Tell me about It!"

Jason grabbed the pencil and started telling him how to do it properly.

Meanwhile Dick had wrangled Tim off the couch and was gently guiding him to another room with an arm slung across his shoulders. It had taken Tim trying to bolt and getting scruffed for that to happen.

Dick managed to get the younger male to bed and smirked at Tim's glare.

"Hey, it's not so bad, little brother. You have school tomorrow anyhow."

Tim groaned but reluctantly settled down and pulled the blanket over himself. Dick chuckled fondly and ran a hand through the younger one's hair.

"Tell you what- you go to sleep right now and tomorrow after school I'll take you and the others to get some hot chocolate, deal?"

Tim brightened at the prospect of that. "Okay!"

Dick smiled and knelt to nuzzle him a bit before leaving.

Meanwhile Jason had gotten Duke to bed, and made sure Damian hadn't tried escaping, while Cass cleaned up the living room.

Jason sighed big and flopped down on the couch. "Damn, why'd Dad put us in charge?"

Dick grinned and ruffled his hair, earning a halfhearted swat. "Probably 'cause we're the oldest." Cass rolled her eyes.

After a bit Jason stood up and grabbed his leather jacket and his Red Hood helmet, while Dick went to a room to find his Nightwing suit.

"You'll be fine watching the little ones?" Dick asked Cass, whose arm was broken. She nodded and pointed at the window.

Red Hood and Nightwing clambered out, shot out their grapple lines, and went off on patrol.

Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow at the two near the end of patrol when they showed up on his roof with some of Penguin's henchmen tied up.

"Just you two tonight?" He asked. Nightwing grinned.

"Batman has a larger case on some traffickers, it's a school night for Red Robin, Robin, Spoiler, and Signal, and Black Bat's arm was broken the other night so she's watching the little ones to make sure they don't sneak out."

"Yup, so it's just the two oldest sons tonight, Uncle Jim." Red Hood smirked.

Gordon sighed, shaking his head as the two grappled off. "Oh, they are the Bat's sons alright," He muttered.

Bruce, finished up with his case, slipped into the Batcave and took off his cowl and all, slipping into a light grey T-shirt and pants with a black jacket (it was winter).

He knew from a text Dick had sent him that his brood was at Jason's apartment, so he got into his normal car and drove off after briefing Alfred.

He found the apartment easily, unlocked the door (So, he had one of the keys to his son's apartment, sue him), and slipped inside.

It was dark and quiet. He checked each room, finding one or two of his kids fast asleep in each.

Dick was curled around Damian, Cass was asleep in the bed next to Steph's (Why did Jason's apartment have more than one two-bed room?), Duke had somehow gotten into the same room as Tim.

Finally he found Jason, conked out on his bed, looking relaxed and happy for once.

"Oh," Bruce sighed. It was so long that he'd seen his son like this, ever since everything fell apart but somehow came back together again. He and Jason were working it out, gettin over the awkwardness and slowly healing their bond.

“Dad?” Jason mumbled, fist rubbed harshly against his sleep-squinted eyes.

Bruce ignored the ache that filled his chest at the word, knowing, relieved that his son was... okay. Not mad at him anymore, Here.

Safe.

“Just me, Jaylad,” He sighed, and pulled the blanket over his third oldest.

“The case?” Jason mumbled. His voice was deep, rough with sleep, but it was still Bruce’s kid, sleepy but safe, checking in with Bruce after every patrol.

“Everything was fine,” Bruce whispered soothingly, reaching out to tuck the cowlick of white hair away from Jason’s eyes. He blinked at Bruce, eyes more blue than green. He didn’t push him away.

“You can go back to sleep,” Bruce told him softly. “It’s late, little one.”

And Jason, with the same tiredness as the rest of them, didn’t argue. His eyelids slowly closed, his body finally relaxing.

“Stay?” Jason murmured.

Bruce almost said 'maybe', almost turned to let the younger ones sleep in peace, worried he'd disturb his kids, but Jason’s hand reached out, found the knee of Bruce’s pants and clutched the fabric in a grip so reflexive and old and instinctual.

And there was a question when he asked Bruce to stay, instead of knowledge that Bruce would do anything he needed, anything he wanted.

So Bruce gave in to what he wanted, sitting down and wrapping one arm around his son, hugging the younger male's head to his chest.

“I’ll stay,” Bruce heard himself say, exhaustion already entangling him. “Love you, kiddo.” Jason mumbled an agreement.

Bruce ran a hand through Jason's hair and closed his eyes.

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months ago

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Random thought but how do you think the Shadow Triplets would handle becoming big siblings? Shadowpeach would probably be really surprised and possibly unsure of how to handle it, depending on how old their first three are.

I feel that the triplets likely become older siblings about the age of "Yay! Baby! Wait- how is it getting here?"

There would def be worry amongst them that they might be "replaced" cus they've overheard their Mama Wukong talking to the adults about how difficult it is to care for three cubs at once.

Wukong and Macaque make very sure to tell their little shadows that no such rejection will happen when the new baby (just the one, everyone breathes a sigh of relief) gets here.

The triplets are a mix of anxiety and wonder, esp as the pregnancy progresses. The girls are bold enough to ask why their Mama's stomach is blowing up, causing the adults to laugh at their innocence. Lots of moments of the triplets putting their ears against Mama's stomach to hear the baby moving - Rumble is the most accurate, given their six ears. She's the first to realise thats where the baby is growing.

Big Brother MK steps up to babysit when his mentor and mentor-in-law need a break, and he's just as excited as any bio older sibling would be! MK had long accepted that Pigsy and Mr Tang weren't gonna give him a little sibling (many years of asking proved that), so he treats the shadowpeach cubs as his own. He makes sure to show the triplets the fun part of being the older sibling! How you can teach them all that you know, and help them experience all their firsts in everything! The triplets take their Gege MK's word as gospel.

Once the baby finally arrives, the triplets are poised around their Mama's bedside. Speechless.

Well speechless accept for Thunder, who's desperately trying to keep his mouth shut.

Macaque: "Looks like you're holding back a question, bud." Thunder, blubbering: "W-was I that small?" Wukong & Macaque: (*share a telepathic thought. Thunder has self-esteem issues from being the weaker of the triplets as a baby.*) Wukong, nuzzling his youngest triplet: "You were a little bigger actually! Yuebei was born earlier than we thought, so she's smaller than you all were when you finished forming! " Thunder, sniffling: "I was?" Rumble: "Ah! That means little brother needs to protect Yuebei! Like we protected him when he was small!" Savage, confident: "We'll make sure nothing ever hurts her!" Wukong: "Thank you girls. And what about you, my little thunderbolt? Can you be a big cub and help guard your baby sister? You will always have your family to back you up." Thunder, nervous but firm: "Y-yes! I can! Yuebei won't even have a nightmare if I can stop them!" Macaque & Wukong, proud: "That's our little man." "My baby bolt has grown so much!"

The triplets become impassable bodyguards to their baby siblings. They'd hiss and bite at gods themselves to keep their siblings safe!

#lmk penumbra au #pregnancy mention tw #lmk shadow cubs #lmk eclipse twins #lmk rumble & savage #lmk thunder #shadowpeach #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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yall-batman-fanfic · 2 months ago

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How Robins Babysit | Batsis x Batfamily

Synopsis: a montage on how the Wayne family babysits the youngest member: Valerie., aka Batsis.

Being the eldest of all his adopted and non-adopted-but-they're-family siblings, Dick has more experience when it comes to babysitting. Sure, babysitting a walking, talking, cursing, and crime-fighting kid who wears a bird costume is far different from babysitting an infant, but what can go wrong, right?

Many things, apparently.

The first time Dick babysat his dear little sister was when she was still a newborn. It wasn't really babysitting since Vivian was there, still healing from giving birth. They were in the nursery, Vivian had just finished feeding Valerie and asked Dick if he could place her down in the crib because she needed to shower because, "I have been covered in tears, milk, sweat, and vomit all day," her exact words, and asked if he could watch Val while she takes the chance while the baby was sleeping.

Dick said, "Go ahead. I got this, Viv, what can go wrong?"

A few moments later, just as Vivian hopped in the shower, Valerie woke. Her big brown eyes looked around and then at him, Dick doubted she could see him just yet, maybe his silhouette, but he likes to think she saw him and was happy too...

Or not...

Because the newborn started to cry.

"Awe, Val," Dick picked her up from the crib and started swaying her around softly. "Come on, kiddo, it's okay. Your mom just went to the shower. It's me, kiddo, it's Dick! I'm sure you remember!"

The girl kept crying, and Dick adjusted his hold on her to rest on his shoulder so he could pat her back and try, try, to stop her crying. He can do this, this shouldn't be a problem! He's Nightwing--a superhero vigilante! He's handled cases where he needs to save babies from criminals.

BLOMP!

Dick felt it. The hot liquid trailed down his shoulder. Valerie just puked all over his back, then followed by a fart. The crying stopped.

"Geez, Val!" Dick adjusted his hold on her so she was lying in his arms again. The newborn was looking at him with her big eyes again. "Please don't tell me you shat in your diaper. How come the other babies I handled are not as messy as you? God, I can't wait until you're a teenager and I'm telling all your friends about this."

As if she understood the threat, Valerie cried.

Dick groaned and tried to lull her back to sleep.

"What's wrong?" Vivian came back to the nursery, all freshened up. "Oh, fuck, Dick you got..."

Dick turned to her and held out Valerie. "I think she shitted in her diaper."

Before Vivian could take her, Alfred appeared and took Valerie to change her. "Not to worry, Ms. Vivian, I'll handle the diaper change. Master Dick, I suggest you take a shower and a change of clothes."

Valerie stopped crying when she snuggled in Alfred's arms, well she was still whimpering with how uncomfortable it was to have pooped in her diaper.

"Alfred, I can do that," Vivian told the old butler.

"You have done enough, Ms. Vivian, you may rest while I bathe Ms. Valerie. Based on those bags under your eyes, you haven't slept a wink last night," Alfred pointed to the large bed in the nursery for Vivian to wait. Turning to Dick, he said, "Would you also like assistance in your bath, Master Dick?"

"What? No!" Dick said. "I can do that on my own."

"Then I suggest you do so now."

~ * ~

The next time Dick babysat Valerie, he wasn't alone, he had the other Robins with him and they experienced something paranormal in the Manor that had them seeking refuge in the sunroom with holy water and crosses. But the other times he babysat, he had a goal in mind.

When Vivian and Bruce said they were visiting Bludhaven with Valerie, Dick began the construction of his plan. Literally, there was a little construction that was done for it. He recruited Barbara to help with the plans, and Wally to speed up the work, and when they were finished, they hid the little set from Vivian and Bruce until he had Valerie with him and he kicked them out of the apartment.

"Have fun in Bludhaven and take your time at dinner!" Dick said as he slammed the door after them.

"What just happened?" Vivian said when one moment she was looking at Dick and Valerie waving goodbye, the next it was the door.

Inside, Dick had Barbara and Tim pull out 'the thing'.

"Ready for a fun time with your big brother, Dick, Val?" Dick said he showed the toddler the set he made.

"'Ick!" Valerie cheered and patted his cheeks.

"We're also here, you know," said Tim.

"Behold!" Dick pulled off the cloth covering it. "Your very own acrobat gym! Right before Bruce and Viv come to pick you up, you'll be swinging on the chandelier in no time!"

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Tim.

"Relax," Dick had Valerie hold on the mini monkey bars in the set. "It's totally fine... okay kiddo, ready for me to let go?"

"Uh, Dick, I don't think that's a good idea," said Barbara, watching the toddler's hold on to the bars.

"It'll be fine. I was doing this way younger than Val."

"Whoever told you that was exaggerating, Dick," said Tim. "Dick, DICK, DON'T LET GO!"

He let go.

The fucking guy let go of the toddler. Tim and Barbara were about to run to catch Valerie but the toddler was actually holding the bars tight and keeping herself there.

"See? Told you!" said Dick. "I saw Val climbing her crib for the first time and I knew she can do it."

"Dick!" Valerie grinned.

"Okay, kiddo, let's get you across," he held her for support. "Now let go of one hand and grab the next! That's it! Hey, slow down! This kid's a natural, maybe next time we'll get you on a trapeze."

"NO!" Barbara and Tim exclaimed, startling Valerie who had her leg go. Luckily Dick was holding her.

"Again!" Valerie cheered.

Valerie's visits to Bludhaven became frequent due to her requesting to "play in Dick's playground!" Vivian, Bruce, Alfred, and Damian were confused, but they thought she just really had a good time with Dick and let her see her brother in Bludhaven. In the days that followed, Vivian and Bruce noticed how Valerie suddenly knew how to climb any furniture she could see, and grab the railings to either do pull-ups or just hang like a monkey, they even saw her on the garden fence hanging upside down, and there was the time they saw Valerie climb and stand on the fence of her crib (Bruce and Vivian had a heart attack when they ran to catch her).

How was this happening? Neither of them was teaching Valerie these things! Was it part of the toddler phase? They thought.

Their questions were answered when Dick came to the Manor to babysit again. This time, they were staying in Gotham. After coming home from that event, Vivian and Bruce were welcomed by the sound of a child's laughter and the ruckus of their other kids in the sitting room. Heading there to see what was going on, they were met by the sight that had Bruce freeze in shock.

Dick was balancing Valerie on his palm while the toddler stood in full attention, balancing like a pro.

"Grayson, I swear!" Damian said.

"I'm telling you, Damian, she's a pro! Watch!" Dick told Valerie to do the thing and the toddler suddenly turned sluggish, like pasta getting cooked in hot water, and fell backward.

"DICK!" They all exclaimed. The others were shocked to find Vivian and Bruce there.

Then Dick let go of Val, getting another shriek and caught her upside down. Then he tossed her again to get her right side up, then again so she was standing on his palm with him holding her feet.

"See?" Dick told them. "She's a pro!"

"Momma! Dada!" Valerie made grabbing motions towards her parents.

Vivian went to take Valerie and ask how she was, while Bruce turned to Dick and said, "What are you doing whenever you babysit her?"

Dick shrugged, grinning, and said, "I might not have made a little gym for her in my apartment."

"Well, that explains the climbing," Vivian sighed. "Kiddo, next time, tell us so we don't come home to a heart attack."

"I wanted it to be a surprise!"

"What we saw there," Jason said. "Surprise is a fucking understatement."

"I swear my heart dropped on the floor somewhere," said Stephanie.

"You kind of gave us a scare there," said Duke.

Valerie reached out to Dick, and he happily took her in his arms again. She patted on his cheeks over and over and said, "Again!"

~ * ~

When Jason would babysit, it's far simpler than when Dick does it. Vivian can be rest assured when she comes home, Valerie is all set for the night---well fed, bathed, and had her time to play, read, study, and sleep. Jason was a natural with kids and Vivian didn't have to leave a list for him with how she would go with her day.

One day, when she left Valerie with Jason to babysit (she and Bruce had an event to go to), she just said goodbye, gave her kids a kiss on the cheek, and left. When she got back, she saw the manor quiet---not the scary type of quiet, but the good type. When they went to Valerie's room, they saw Valerie tucked in bed with Jason lying beside her and reading one of her books aloud.

The only thing that has Vivian and Bruce worried are the books he tends to read aloud.

That night, he was reading to her Pride and Prejudice. It's not something kids her age would appreciate, and is it okay to read that to a toddler?

Then there was the night they found him reading to her Dickens.

Then the other night the Iliad.

Then Jason suddenly asked them, "Hey Ma, where's your copy of Anna Karenina?"

Vivian hid it, in fact, she, Bruce, and Alfred hid all of the books that she thought weren't a good fit for storytime with Val.

~ * ~

Tim babysitting...

Tim tends to multitask when he can. Either it's juggling school and crime fighting, and work and being Red Robin. So when Vivian asked Tim to look after Valerie while she and Alfred ran to the grocery store to get more diapers and other things they needed in the manor, Tim did what he usually does. He multi-tasked.

When Vivian and Alfred came back from their errands, they could hear Tim talking to Valerie in the sitting room. Heading there to check them, Vivian and Alfred were left speechless.

Tim standing in the middle of the room with drawings made by Valerie pinned with the names of his current case, laid across the room.

"Hey, Val, where's that picture I asked you to draw? The one with the black skull mask?" Tim said.

The toddler sighed loudly in her little workstation, her crayons scattered and papers stacked beside her. She made a quick finishing touch on her drawing and handed it to Tim.

"Can you put it there?" Tim said.

Valerie waddled to the corner.

"Here?" She asked.

"Yup, right there!"

"Can we play now?" Valerie asked.

"We are playing, Val."

"And what game is this? A real-life version of Clue?" Vivian spoke up, capturing the two's attention.

"Momma, Grandpa, save me!" Valerie ran to her mother and grandfather. Alfred knelt down and caught her.

"Why don't we head to the kitchen and get you some treats?" Said Alfred, taking her hand and led her out of the sitting room. Following them were Ace and Titus.

Alone with Tim, Vivian crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Really? You're making her help you with your murder board?"

Tim grabbed one of Valerie's works, "she's really good! I'm encouraging her to hone her skill!"

"Not with a murder board, Tim!"

"She said she wanted to help!

~ * ~

As surprising as it sounds, but it is actually Batman's blood thirstiest son who comes out the best babysitter there is.

The moment she was born, Damian adored Valerie. He wouldn't admit it but he nearly cried when he held her for the first time and saw that not everything he touched turns bad or is hurt. Valerie is the only one who looked at him as a hero, and she would always go look for him at every time of the day.

One time, Vivian found Damian in the nursery with Valerie. He was just keeping watch on her as the infant tried her best to roll on her belly.

"What's going on here?" Vivian asked as she joined Damian on the bed.

"I read that infants this age should start to roll over, I've been trying to get her to do it but Val hasn't figured it out yet."

Vivian smiled, "have you tried showing how it's done?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"She was only able to lift her head."

"I see, well don't rush it, Damian."

"It's part of the developmental process of a child, Mom. She needs to get to this stage."

"Uu! Dami!" Valerie squealed in delight and tried to reach for him from where she laid. Damian was sitting at the bed and Valerie was in the very middle, close to the headboard.

Seeing he wasn't coming over, Valerie was about to tear up, but one look from Damian and she knew. Tears won't solve anything. She needs to learn how to roll over.

Letting out a whine, Valerie struggled to flip her body. She tried moving with her arms first, or maybe her legs, her head?

But after multiple tries, the girl got it and she rolled over, landing on her belly! She grinned at her accomplishment and turned to Damian.

"Dami!" She cheered.

"Very good, Val!" Damian went to her side and rewarded her with the mushed food he had in his hand and sat her on his lap.

"Dami!" Valerie opened her mouth and let him feed her again.

"After this, you'll try that again, okay?"

She nodded.

Seeing that it had been covered, Vivian got up from bed to head back to her work. But before she left, Vivian placed a kiss on Valerie's cheek and then on Damian's forehead.

"Thank you, for loving her," Vivian whispered.

Damian then said something in Arabic, and he translated it for Vivian, "She is more than my blood. She is my sister."

As they grew up, Damian and Valerie became more close, despite the huge age gap between them (which often leads to siblings fighting). It was always Damian she would go to when she's scared, Damian when she's happy, Damian when she's sad. So when Damian left for university, she was upset. She won't get to see Damian everyday anymore.

But whenever Damian would head home, he would be welcomed by the sight of Valerie running to hug him, or Valerie helping Alfred and Vivian to make his favorite food, or to the sight of Valerie falling asleep in his bed because she was waiting to surprise him when he gets there.

And when they became adults, Damian was the only of all her siblings who was always there, sure Dick and the others promised to be there for her, but Damian was always with her. He was the wall between her and their father's harshness, the confidant she needed, and her big brother.

#fanfic #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #batman x reader #batfam #dc batman #dc universe #bruce wayne #dc comics #batman #batman x oc #bruce wayne x oc #batsis oc #batfam x batsis

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moonnen · 2 months ago

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I’ve been wanting to do this for a while soooo…

Secundas opinions on the other Custom voiced Followers! ( if I miss anyone let me know! )

This is a long post, buckle up!

Inigo:

When you meet him she’s holding ice magic behind her back just in case he was to come at the LDB. Quite overly cautious of him as when you meet him she thinks he’s crazy. I’d say they would eventually get along rather well! A kind of distant friendship built on puns and cracking jokes around a campfire!

Lucien:

Secunda is naturally a bit shy around the new people the LDB brings around until she gets comfortable with them. For Lucien that is the exception. He would ramble to her about his research and she would ramble back about her magical studies. He would make her seem far more extroverted than she normally is. They’d become stead fast friends and send letters back and forth after their adventuring days are up.

Auri:

Secunda is a great admirer of the bosmer. She’d probably talk Auri’s ear off with questions about their culture and customs. I have this feeling they would have some kind of combo in combat. Secunda ices the tips of Auris arrows or they charge into combat together. She would also fall instantly in love with thistlefoot. Sneaking her apples and such.

Kaidan:

I think he makes her nervous. Not in any romantic sense. He’s simply a large guy and she’s quite small. The large sword on his back doesn’t help much either. He’d probably try to approach her one day by standing silently behind him and she’d conjure a rock to hit his head or something. Then profusely apologizing after and healing him up. He’d protect her though and they’d eventually get over some growing pains. I could see them baking together.

Taliesin:

Another cocky man she has to deal with and she already has three older brothers right? Wrong, kind of. They wouldn’t get along at first I don’t think. Secunda is exceedingly cautious of the Thalmor. Mostly because her father has connections with them and she’s scared they would catch wind of her in Skyrim. Once they’ve been traveling together for a while though I think they would take on an older brother younger sister trope. She would prank him occasionally and he’d put up with it. I think they both fill a void the other is missing at the time.

Gore:

She’s immediately sympathetic and wants to help this man who is trapped. She heals Gore once he is free and I think they’d bond for a bit. Being pulled into a scenario where you’re on your own for the first time in your life tends to build connection quickly. Another one of those friendships I could see where they have combat combos. She’s quite small and agile and Gore swings a huge sword around. They would work well in combat together.

Xelzaz:

Perhaps because Xel is quite reserved and calm she would find him a bit intimidating. Him silently reading and not speaking for a long time only to look over at Secunda reading the same page he’s reading. She’s a little lost on the terminology but i think he’d laugh and wave her over to read together. They would walk side by side when on the road and discuss small matters. It’s a significant break from all the alchemical talk he does normally. They would discuss the weather, or the flowers they picked that morning or even the potential budding romances between your LDB and other party members. Anything mundane and calm.

Khash:

Being the youngest child she’s never had to deal with younger siblings but I think she would immediately take on this role of motherhood almost for Khash. Making sure she has eaten, or reading or singing her to sleep, throwing a ward on her during combat. She definitely has fun aunt energy more than anything I’d say. She would die for Khash, enough said. If any of the gang needed to go out on a dangerous mission and leave Khash behind for any reason Secunda would be the first to step up to the plate and “babysit”.

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platinumrosetail · 5 months ago

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Hi again!!! 👋👋👋

Do you still taking requests? If you do, can I request Yan! Seth and Yan! Horus with Fem! Reader as Muichiro Tokito from Demon Slayer?

Like reader is the Goddess of Freedom and youngest child of Ra and favorite as well.

And Reader still have some problems with their memories but remembering Seth's name and showing some favoritism to him (Like Muichiro with Tanjiro)

(If you don't write for Ennead anymore, can I request it with Ror then? Characters of your choice)

You are free to ignore it if you want!!!! Have a good day/night ❤️❤️

Sure! And yea I still do ennead! This might be short as I’ve been busy, and been in other fandoms and trying to make a oneshot or something by myself again since I haven’t done that in a while and I have so many ideas so I probably won’t be able to do my usual 7 paragraph post for this cause of that 😅 if I do then nice, if I don’t then sorry about that. I’ll be doing it together as you never said separate or not and you kinda never replied to if it was or not 😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere characters, and others.

Characters: Seth, and Horus.

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You’re the youngest goddess of ra, the goddess of freedom and memories (decided to add that cause of irony 🤭), even though you’re the goddess of memories you tend to forget a lot.

You’d forget who ra was, the other gods and goddesses, your siblings, and many other things like your duty as a goddess that you needed to be supervised from muat or Bastet to help you remember, though when they’re busy they would send Seth.

Surprisingly you always remembered Seth no matter how many days it’s been since he last visited you to help you; not willingly help you though over time that does change.

Seth at first was angry that he had to babysit a grown goddess just cause she can’t remember well to save her life, he would always pout and sulk about how he had more important things to do than babysitting you but soon that changed after you told him one day that you would be training.

That surprised Seth as he had never heard about you being able to fight and such so he decided to be your training partner, he was also surprised that you had remembered him since he first came and help(babysit) you

You had met Horus when he was a kid; specifically when he went to Seth’s temple which you were there to have company with as after a while between you and Seth you started going to his temple. You had easily forgotten about Horus as Seth distracted you long enough to forget about Horus but he never forgot about you.

When it was the trail Horus noticed how you acted between Seth and the other gods and goddesses including your mother, at first he was jealous as you never remembered him but he knew why as he also liked Seth even though he shouldn’t.

(A/n: ok! Done! 😁 hope yall like it! Also lol sorry it’s more Seth than Horus I just had more thought to work with for him than Horus I guess 😅 also sorry if sorry if you wanted it separate I wanted to have this out soon since I have been busy and kinda procrastinating a bit as I’ve been in the svsss/life at the moment lol, anyway hope yall have a wonderful day/event/night!

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buckysgrace · 1 year ago

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first of all i wanted to say ur fics r absolutely amazing!!🥹🥹❤️second i wanted to request a one shot with shy virgin reader and experienced gator & so one day gator comes over to babysit reader & her little siblings bcuz their parents r good friends and gator finds out abt reader and becomes obsessed with corrupting her innocence w smut ,, tysm❤️❤️btw gator is older than her by a few yrs but she’s def older than 18,,,she’s 19 abt to turn 20

First of all thank you so much! I really appreciate that! And your request was so juicy ughhh in love. I hope you enjoy!! CW: Age gap (reader is 19, gator is 27), inexperienced reader, fem receiving oral sex, virginity loss, unprotective sex

“Why the hell do you need a babysitter?” Gator questioned, following you into the kitchen as you began to ruffle through the fridge for snacks for the boys. You knew that your four younger brothers would just protest and complain about the vegetables, but you were only doing what you were told. Your mother had been insistent that they eat something healthy before you ordered pizza.

“I don’t,” You responded shyly, feeling like your body was buzzing from warmth, “The boys are just- they don’t listen to me very well.” You admitted truthfully. You usually hated when your parents went out. Majority of the time the house would be in a disaster when they returned and you were usually a frazzled puddle of nerves from not being able to keep up with the energy of all of them.

You didn’t know how they managed to do it, but they’d somehow convinced the Tillman’s eldest and only son to stay and help you until they returned. You were almost certain that this was worse than watching them alone. You’d suddenly lost your voice, your ability to think as soon as he’d entered the house.

Your parents were friends, close enough that you had at least one dinner with them a month but distant enough that you had no idea how to speak to Gator. It didn’t help that he was older, cooler with a charm that left you flustered like you were ten again. Most of your middle school years had persisted of secretly crushing on him.

You faltered as you began to spread peanut butter on the celery sticks, hoping that your mother hadn’t brought that up. You glanced up at him quickly, but quickly calmed your nervous heart as you noticed an almost bored expression on his features.

“Huh,” Gator leaned against the counter as he watched you, his fingertips linking together, “S’funny because I was told I needed to remind you about shutting off the stove, or something like that.” You felt your eyes widen, your lips parting as you quickly thought of a way to defend your previous mistake.

“That happened once.” You spit out instead, shaking your head as you stacked the celery sticks on a plate. You felt flustered as you thought of the memory. It had been one accident after the other with the boys, leaving the cookies that had been in the oven long forgotten.

“Are you not in college?” He asked curiously, setting himself on one of the stools as he glanced at the way your brothers had dumped out another box of toys. You did your best not to grumble in frustration, knowing that you would more than likely end up cleaning that mess too.

“I am,” You replied gently, “I go to the community college. It’s not too far. I like helping out my parents so it works.” You explained gently, knowing that there wouldn’t have been a way for you to afford anything fancy or out of state anyways. He nodded, looking a little interested as he brought a piece of celery up to his mouth.

“That’s sweet of you,” He replied as he continued to munch on a celery stick, “You’ve grown up a lot.” He mused, his eyes suddenly a whole lot more intense as you turned away shyly. You felt your lips curling into a gentle smile, trying to find the means to question him before your younger brothers were suddenly bustling into the kitchen.

“But I like green!” One of your youngest brothers whined, pouting out his bottom lip as he stared up at you in heartbreak. You sighed as he clutched at your skirt, yanking on it to keep your attention on him.

“Well switch with whomever has the green cup.” You tried to reason, giving him a brief smile as the volume in the kitchen continued to grow louder and louder. By the time you were finished speaking, you weren’t even sure that he heard you. You watched the way they roughly grabbed the snacks, sighing as peanut butter spread across their little fingers.

“But I want green.” Your other brother protested, clutching the cup to his chest like it was something special. You sighed, wishing your parents would invest on buying the same colored cups as you began to pass out napkins to your messy brothers.

“Hey,” Gator spoke up, drawing the four younger boys attention to him, “The same thing is in the cup, it doesn’t matter what color it is. You should tell your sister thanks.” He reminded them, raising his eyebrows swiftly as he spoke. You bit back a giggle, grinning at the way your little brothers turned towards you wide eyed.

“Thanks!” They shouted in unison before they were off again. You shot Gator a thankful smile, finally finding your own courage to meet his eyes. You liked the shape of them, how warm and soft they looked as he breezily returned a smile.

The pizza didn’t take much longer to arrive and the rush of tiny feet towards you nearly made you drop the boxes onto the floor. Gator was there a second later, grinning as he took them from your hands and held them high over his head where your brothers couldn’t reach.

You watched the way he set up their plates, his eyes darting as he tried to keep up with who was talking as they told him exactly what they liked and didn’t like. You stifled your own giggle, hoping that someone else realized what a handful they were.

“You can sit here.” He said casually, his lips curling into a playful grin as he watched the way you were searching for a spot to join them in the living room. You were about to protest, not wanting him to sit on the floor until you realized that he was talking about his lap.

You exhaled, your breath feeling cold against your tongue despite your body warming at his suggestion. You glanced away quickly, stifling another nervous giggle as you nodded your head in agreement. It was silly. He was just being nice, letting you sit somewhere rather than the floor that was littered with legos.

“Your birthday is soon, right?” He questioned softly, his breath hot against your exposed neck. You nodded your head shyly, suddenly feeling too awkward to eat as you gaze down at your lap instead of at him.

“I’ll be twenty,” You responded as you pressed your fingertips together, glancing at the way the pink polish was beginning to chip, “I’m excited.” You told him truthfully, liking that you at least got one day out of the year where it could be about you.

“Your boyfriend doing anything special for you?” His question caught you off guard, making your head snap up to meet his inquiring gaze. You stalled, eyes tracing across his moles and the soft hair above his top lip. You looked at his lips next, liking how pink they were.

“No,” You giggled softly, unable to fight the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him bashfully, hoping that he didn’t think of you as a complete loser. You just had a hard time talking to guys your age. Or any guy really.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He teased as his fingers slid across your exposed knee, “How come?” You glanced over to your left, ensuring that your brothers were too busy playing to focus on where Gator’s hand was resting.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders softly, breath hitching as his calloused hand moved further up your bare skin, “I guess no one has been interested in me.” You continued to speak, feeling like you were in some sort of trance. It was hard to look away from his eyes.

“You’ve never been with anyone?” He spoke a little lower, his voice slightly husky as your eyes dropped back down to his lips. You felt infatuated, unable to tear your gaze away as you watched the way his words rolled off of his tongue.

“No,” You replied shyly, not sure how to handle the way his fingers were pressing into your skin, “I’m pretty boring.” You admitted a second later, but wondered if you should’ve switched that out with sheltered instead.

“It’s sweet,” He responded as he drew his finger underneath the hem of your skirt, “It means you’re pure.” He mumbled softly, his eyes peeled to your face to gaze at your reaction. You parted your lips, your body feeling nearly too warm as you simmered on his comment. You shifted on his lap, hoping he couldn’t feel the way you were trying to press your thighs together.

“Oh,” You said as you looked away timidly, “I guess that’s right.” You replied gently, wondering if that made you more appealing to him. You tried to remind yourself that you were grown, that you definitely no longer had a crush on him. It was hard to follow through with those thoughts. You wondered if he knew how pretty he was.

He kept you on his lap the rest of the night, talking softly about his work and who he thought would make it into the superbowl this year. You didn’t know much about sports, but you clung to every word as his hand warmed your skin. It was nearly too hot, like the sketch of his palm would burn through your flesh.

“It’s bedtime,” You reminded the boys once you finally found the courage to pull yourself away from Gator. You shuffled the leftover pizza into ziploc baggies, sure that at least one of them would get up in the middle of the night to snack on it, “Go brush your teeth.” You reminded them a second later, giving your best stern look to tell them that you meant business.

The room erupted into a series of groans and complaints, but they slowly rose to do what you asked. They threw away their trash, tossed their cups into the sink before they began to race each other to see who could make it to the top of the stairs first.

“Hey,” Gator’s loud voice rang into the air, pausing the movements of your younger brothers, “Are you forgetting something?” He asked as he tapped some of his fingers against the back of the couch. You felt like you were stuck again, staring at the way his long fingers moved.

“We’ll get it later-,” One of them spoke up, trying to brush away the mess that you would inevitably end up cleaning later.

“No,” Gator replied again, “You can clean it up first and then you can go get ready for bed.” He stated, sterner than you would’ve ever been able to handle. You watched, almost in amazement at the way they listened to him without complaint.

You gave them fifteen minutes before you went into their rooms, ensuring that each boy was tucked in and actually trying to sleep. You liked having Gator’s presence lingering behind you as it seemed to actually make the boys listen to you.

“Um,” You breathed out softly as you met him in the hallway again. The lights were dim, but you were still able to make out the slight curl of his lips as he tilted his head to watch you, “Do you want to see my room?” You asked him softly, not quite wanting him to leave yet. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or if you’d be able to.

He looked at you curiously, an expression filling his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. It made you falter for just a second, before you were spurred on by the nod of his head. You moved first, slowly walking around him to the end of the hallway.

“Cute,” He complimented as he looked around your room, “I like it.” He replied with a grin plastered on his lips. You shut the door gently behind him, not wanting your light to shine into one of your brother’s rooms and keep them up.

“It’s not too girly?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the posters you had decorating your walls. Still, it was the only place that you could be on your own.

“Very,” He said a second later, grinning as he turned his head to look at you, “But it’s very you.” He replied as he licked his bottom lip. You glanced down to your socks, feeling a little giggly that he thought he knew anything about you.

“Oh,” You replied gently, biting back a smile as you held your fingers together, “Thank you. I really appreciate your help today.” You told him truthfully as you finally found the courage to look at him again. He looked so handsome, you weren’t sure how you were able to look away in the first place.

“So if you don’t have a boyfriend,” Gator drew out slowly, suddenly making you feel small as he approached you, “Who are you wearing that for?” He hummed softly as he pressed his fingers against your elbows, stepping back just far enough that he could draw his eyes up and down the curve of your body.

“What do you mean?” You whispered shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the outfit you were wearing. You didn’t think it was bad. It was a pale camisole and a skirt that ended against your thighs. It kept you cool from the warm heat that your brothers stirred up in the house.

“Kinda short, don’t you think?” He asked you softly, his eyes flickering up towards yours again. You pursed your lips together, jolting a bit at the sensation of his fingertips touching against your soft sides. He drew them down softly, like he was tracing the shape of your body.

“I thought it fit nicely.” You defended yourself lightly, wondering if he could feel the rough way your heart was beating underneath his skin. You leaned a little closer to him, enjoying how one hand dipped further against the hem of your skirt again.

“It does,” He agreed as his hand fully slid underneath your skirt this time, “But it makes me wonder if you dressed up for a reason.” He mumbled, making your eyes widen as he played with the band of your panties.

“No.” You responded softly, feeling like your chest was collapsing in on yourself. He looked upon you, eyes flashing with the same expression as earlier as he slid his fingertip underneath your panties. You could feel your clit throbbing, growing wet from the sensation and excitement. You’d explored on your own before, but nothing ever felt right.

His eyes stayed glued to your features, like he was waiting for you to stop him as he slowly used his free hand to unzip the side of your skirt. You held your breath, feeling frozen on the spot as the material fell to your feet. He looked just as inquisitive before, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

He moved both of his hands to your camisole next, tugging it over your head before he moved onto your bra. You felt like you were in a dream. All of your late night fantasies were coming true. You almost felt like you needed to pinch yourself, just to be sure.

You moved your hands over to your chest, feeling very bashful suddenly. You’d never had anyone see yourself in this manner before, so exposed. You gulped down your own embarrassment, turning your eyes away so you couldn’t see him.

“Don’t be shy,” He grinned as he pressed your hands back down to your sides, “You’re stunning.” He mumbled as he pressed his rough hands against your hips. He squeezed your flesh softly, keeping eye contact with you as he slowly fell to his knees.

You felt faint. You were sure you were going to pass out. His eyes were hazy and warm, now filled with what you thought might be lust. It made your thighs press together, your thoughts stalling as all you could do was focus on his movements instead.

“What are you doing?” You asked him nervously as you pulled your fingers into a nervous fist. Gator’s warm breath tickled against the small amount of skin that was covered.

“Wanna taste ya,” He mumbled as he slid his warm fingers against your thighs, “It’ll feel good. I promise.” He told you truthfully, raspily as he squeezed at your thighs. He pushed you back suddenly, knocking you onto your mattress with a squeal.

He moved just as quick, crawling onto the bed and knocking some of your stuffed animals off in the process. Your lips were pressed into a silent laugh, heart hammering against your ribs as he slowly pulled each of your white socks off of your feet. His lips dragged against your right ankle, peppering soft kisses against your skin before he let both of your legs drop onto the mattress.

You quickly tried to press your thighs back together, feeling fully exposed now. He stopped your movements just as quickly, fully exposing you as he rested against the mattress on his stomach. You couldn’t focus on how silly he looked resting against your fuzzy blankets in his dark clothing, your mind only taking in the dark look in his eyes.

He turned away from you slowly, nuzzling his cool nose against your warm thigh before he pressed his pink lips against your upper thighs. You exhaled harshly, a tingle spreading up your body as your nipples suddenly grew hard.

Your body jolted at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sensitive clit. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body as your head rolled back onto the pillows. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he slowly peppered his lips across your wet folds and clit.

You crooned, holding your hands above your head as Gator took a slow lick of your pussy. He gripped a hold of your thighs, keeping them forced apart as he lapped his tongue against your clit. He rolled his tongue against you languidly, creating more waves of pleasure through your body.

“So sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, his lips dragging against your folds as he spoke. You whimpered, your fingers twitching together at the need to press them through his slicked back hair, “You’ve got a tasty little cunt.” He praised, pulling away this time to look at you. Your eyes turned down in slow motion, looking at the line of drool that connected his lips to your pussy.

“Okay,” You moaned softly, unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that. He laughed slowly, flicking his tongue across his wet lips before he dipped down between your legs again, “Oh.” You whined slowly, back arching as his lips fell to your wet cunt again.

He kissed at your pussy, lapped at your folds and clit in a sloppy manner that left jolts of pleasure racing up and down your body. You wrinkled your fingers through your pillow case, holding onto it like a lifeline as he moved his tongue against your throbbing hole.

He licked languidly at your hole, tracing his tongue across it before he slid his tongue inside of you. Your mouth parted, a loud moan escaping at the sudden intrusion. It felt good, too good. It made your stomach clench and your toes curl as a bright light filled your eyelids.

“Gator,” You whined, unsure of what you were going to say as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your fluttering hole. He moved one hand away, moving between your legs as he dragged his way back up to your sensitive bud, “S’nice. Right there.” You spit out, grinding your hips up as his tongue flicked languidly against your clit again.

He slid a finger inside of you slowly, meeting the same movement as your hips. You cried out at the intrusion, your walls burning at the slow sensation of him curling his finger inside of you. You could feel your thighs beginning to tremble as you licked the drool from the corner of your lips.

He moved his finger inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust while he moved his lips messily against your folds. His nose pressed against your clit, smearing your slick around as he sucked on your soft folds.

“Oh, oh,” You mewled in awe, toes curling as a strong sense of pleasure pressed heavily onto your stomach. You slowly felt the walls breaking down, leaving you squirming as Gator held you down tightly with his free hand, “God, oh God!” You cried out, fists clenched tightly into your pillows as you came roughly.

Gator groaned, his tongue flicked across your pussy rapidly as he tried to lick away the remnants of your cum. You whined, body vibrating from how sensitive you felt. He pulled away slowly, eyes dark and lips covered with your slick before he slowly crawled up the curve of your body.

He traced his thumb across your lips first, like he was memorizing the shape and curve of them before he moved his slick covered lips against your own. He kissed you slowly, gently as your heart continued to beat against your chest.

He tasted as sweet as the flavored vapes he smoked. You moved your mouth cautiously, trying not to focus on if you were kissing him correctly and instead on the throbbing that was growing between your legs again. Your thighs were still wet, matching the slippery feeling of his lips on yours.

His tongue slowly prodded against your mouth, parting your lips as he brought one hand up to your boob. He cupped your flesh softly, squeezing in his hand before he pinched at your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure race to your clit again.

He twisted you onto your side, taking the opportunity to move you as he pleased as your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. He pushed one of your knees up towards your chest as he straddled himself over your other leg that was stretched out.

“Gator,” You breathed out softly, your chest rising and falling in quick spurts as he dragged his hands along your skin, “S’lot.” You admitted slowly, but didn’t want him to stop either. You watched with interest as he quickly shedded his clothes, barely giving you time to look at him.

You drank in as much as you could, from his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. You stared at his chest hair, noticing how it followed a simple line down to the rest of his body.

“It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, leaning forward to drag his lips against yours slowly. You melted against his touch, your body shivering underneath his touch, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, settling back just a bit as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock.

You sat up a bit, eyes curious as you looked at the way he fit in his hand. A shaky gasp rolled off his tongue as you took in how long, how thick he was. You’d never had something that big inside of you before.

You felt odd speaking it out loud, but you thought his cock was pretty. His tip was a nice pink, precum leaking from his slit as he slowly jerked his hand up and down the length of his cock. Your eyes quickly drifted over his veins, the way his cock curved and the soft amount of hair it rested upon.

“Just relax,” He mumbled, glancing up to you as he dragged his tip between your folds. You nodded your head, your mind feeling fuzzy as you fell back onto the pillows. You took a deep breath, soothing away your nerves as he slowly pressed his tip inside of your fluttering cunt, “S’alright.”

Your eyebrows knitted together at the intrusion, your lungs stalling as you’d never felt so filled before. It wasn’t quite as painful as you imagined it would be. Your walls fluttered around his cock, stretching in a subtle burn as he filled you.

“Oh,” You sighed softly, unsure if it was a gasp of pain or of pleasure, “Burns.” You managed at last, feeling like your lungs weren’t working. A soft groan left his lips as he leaned forward, his forehead fell onto yours as he reached between your legs.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you softly, his lips kissing against the corner of your mouth as his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud. He rolled his thumb softly, pressing down on it gently as a spark of pleasure traveled up your spine, “You’re taking my cock so good, such a good little whore.”

You shivered underneath his touch, from his words as white hot pleasure traveled up your spine and down to your toes. His body felt too hot against your skin, his breathing coming out rugged against your cheek. You tilted your mouth up towards his, capturing your lips together in a sloppy motion.

He rubbed at your sensitive clit, making your body jerk as he filled his cock deep inside of you. You gasped against his lips, his tongue flicking over your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He groaned softly as he pressed down on your clit a little harder, making you cry out and your body jerk.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he pulled his head away from yours, his mouth parted in bliss as he stared at where your bodies were connected. You whimpered a little, your eyes fluttering at the way his cock was throbbing inside of your sore walls, “So pretty. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you again as he pressed his lips against the curve of your cheek.

You focused on the way his lips moved against your hot skin, how he peppered kisses and slowly licked his saliva away with his tongue. You pressed your hand against his sweaty back, keeping him in place as you adjusted around his thick girth.

“Feels good,” You whimpered, your hands mindlessly wandering down his spine on their own as you savored the curve of his cock pressing against the spot that made your eyes roll in the back of your head, “Oh God.” Gator groaned, his fingertips digging deep into your flesh as he pushed your leg further against your chest.

“Jesus,” He groaned as his tongue fell against his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt, “You’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, shifting back just enough that only the head of his cock remained in you. You whimpered, sure that he was going to pull away before he filled you in a rough motion again.

You crooned at the feeling of being filled again so suddenly, your walls sore as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. Your clit was vibrating as loud moans rolled off of your tongue, bouncing off of the walls of your room.

“Right there,” You begged him, your eyes fluttering in awe as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. It made you gasp, your body stalling underneath him as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls, “Oh God, please, please.” You begged him, unsure of what you were asking but knowing that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Are you my whore?” He asked huskily against your ear, flicking his tongue out against your earlobe. You whined at the sensation, your body shivering underneath him as he pressed his sweaty body closer against yours. His flesh melted against your own, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

“Yes,” You cried out, not caring if you were signing your life away. You just didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out of you. You liked the feeling of your bodies connected, of his cock throbbing inside of your wet walls, “I’m your whore.” A whine stalled in your chest, stalling as Gator crashed his lips against yours again. His thrusts were deep and rough, jerking your body roughly across the mattress as he moved.

He kissed you harshly, stealing the air from your lungs as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. You clamped down around him, your pussy squelching at his rough movements. You cried out against his mouth, quickly licking away his drool from his parted mouth.

Your body shook, stomach clenching again as you came around his cock. You mewled, your head falling roughly into your pillows as you clung a hold of his wrist for dear life. You could feel yourself spasming, your ears ringing as you moaned into your pillow.

He groaned, his chin falling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became rougher and faster. He huffed, his movements stalling as he pressed himself deep inside of you. The sound that left his mouth made your stomach curl again, your pussy clench as his spunk painted your walls.

He fell forward, groaning as his hair slowly fell to the side of his face. You breathed in the scent of him, eyes blinking as you wished to get a better look at him. You whimpered as he slowly moved, shifting his pulsing cock inside of you as he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet peck.

You melted, sure that you were slipping into the mattress as he grazed his lips against your own for just a fleeting second. He pulled away then, smiling gently as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. You faltered, wishing you had something to say before he sat up on his knees and slowly pulled his cock from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss, wishing that he’d stay inside of you the rest of the night. Your heart began to beat slowly, nearly defeated as you watched him stand. Your eyes drifted across his back, moving quickly as you drew in the constellations across his back. You wanted to move forward, to use your fingers to count and trace the moles on his skin.

You were quiet as he rummaged for his pants, sure that he was about to leave without another word before he joined you in your bed again. You stifled a sound of surprise, watching as he took a deep inhale from his vape. He offered it to you next, but you quickly shook your head. You weren’t supposed to smoke.

“Can we do this again?” You asked him bashfully, your tongue twisting awkwardly in your mouth at how nervous you felt. He chuckled as he turned towards you, wrapping his lips around his vape once again.

“‘Course,” He breathed out, a cloud of smoke tickling your nose as he spoke, “I gotta teach you all the ropes.” He mumbled, pulling his vape down just enough to kiss away your worries.

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