#i want him serving looks and that ice-cold attitude

[witheredoffherwitch]

UNPOPULAR OPINION: I'm totally okay with the show ditching the armour and war braids for Aemond in season 2. Aemond strutting around in a sleek leather outfit, with his cinched waist and luscious Barbie locks bouncing as he wreaks havoc on everyone is the epitome of badassery 🤭

Maybe he can rock some armour during his regent era, but before that, I want him serving looks left and right.. 😙🫶

[sorcerous-caress]

Meta Magic Seduction | Rolan

[ smut, fluff, starts intense then becomes playful, Dom!reader, Nb!reader, Bottom!reader, sub!Rolan, magic foreplay. ]

[ Reader is a sorcerer ]

"Cat got your tongue, wizard?"

If only looks could kill, you'd have been 6 feet under by now. And if things were any different, maybe a spell or two would've done the honours instead.

Alas, wizards tend to be quite useless with their mouth all gagged and pretty. Such a shame they can't comprehend the simplest magic tricks of sorcery.

Pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth, Rolan's incomprehensible mumbling only got worse as you reached the back of his throat.

Looking into his abyssal eyes, two golden rings met your gaze. You dared him to bite down or even think of scratching your delicate skin with his teeth.

"Where's your magic now?"

You rolled your hips, forcing a moan after another out of him. His leaking cock squeezed between his own body and your plush thighs. Teasing the thing each time you moved and grinded your hips on top of it.

Light began bending around his hands, sparks flew and a faint glow grew brighter and brighter as he attempted to channel the weave yet again.

You pressed your fingers harder against his tongue, holding it between your two fingers and rubbing it.

The magic fizzled immediately. Without a spoken incantation, his cute little studious magic education was worthless.

You've wanted to do this since the first time you met him, his cocky attitude, his air of false superiority. They just let anyone become a wizard these days, apparently.

But even then, these wizards really forgot their place, first Gale and now Rolan. It's about time you reminded them that no matter how much knowledge they shove down their throats, they will never be chosen by the weave itself like you were.

You are magic incarnation itself. and the only use you have of any wizard is to serve you. That's their true purpose that they forgot.

"And you call yourself a mage, pathetic." After his second failed attempt at casting anything, not even a simple cantrip, you retracted your fingers from his mouth.

Grabbing one of his horns, you pulled his face closer to yours as you observed the mess you made out of him. A look of anger and shame filled his eyes, breathing heavily with drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

But you weren't blind. You saw clearly behind the curtains of hate he veiled his every emotion with. You saw pure arousal.

Pressing your lips against his, Rolan tried resisting you at first, but that act of his quickly faded away as he melted into your mouth. Forgetting his own anger for a second at the taste of your lips, your tongue against his and god, did you always smell so good-

A sudden heat sparked at the tip of his tail, making him jolt as his eyes flew wide open.

With the hold on his horn, you kept him in place, your other hand raised as a flame slowly evaporated from your hand.

Deepening the kiss, you silently cast another spell. A sharp shard of ice resembling a knife. Carefully holding it between your fingers as you ran it over the tip of his tail, slowly teasing the ridges and bumps.

"Look at me." You broke the kiss, "open your mouth wider."

With a look of disbelief, Rolan's eyes darted between you and the ice knife. "You can't be seriously considering-"

Another pull on his horn, "I said open wide. Wizard."

You felt his cock twitch under you. He closed his eyes before opening his mouth in defeat, hands clenched and lips trembling.

"Good, now look at me." For a person who's supposed to be good at following spell instructions, it was honestly embarrassing how much wizards struggled with simple orders.

Rolan begrudgingly obeyed, eyes looking up at you in total submission as his mouth stayed open wide.

"Good boy."

Pressing the flat side of the ice knife on his tongue, the coldness contrasted against the heat inside him. His attempt at squirming to escape the cold only led to his cock getting rubbed against you ever more.

Dragging the knife slowly on his tongue, you watched the sharp edges dull and melt away, leaving nothing but a trail of water dripping from his mouth alongside his own drool.

"You really are a mess if you only could see yourself right now."

Leaning behind, you grabbed his cock from under you as you held the swollen thing in your hand, giving it a firm pump.

"A leaking mess from both ends, very fitting."

With a few more pumps, you forced moan after moan from his mouth. You've been edging him for what felt like hours, and you had no doubt he'd do anything you ask of him for release.

"Tell me, wizard, do you know what education sorcerers get about their magic?" You pressed your thumb against the slit on his cockhead, toying with it and rubbing the sensitive head.

Any attempt Rolan made at speaking ended up being incomprehensible, nothing was even gagging his mouth. Maybe you accidentally fried his brain, how disappointing.

He settled for shaking his head instead.

"None. We get nothing." You tightened your grip against the base of his cock while still toying with the head with the other hand. "You either control it, or die trying."

Your hands were drenched in his precum, the wet sounds of you pumping his cock got louder the faster you went.

"We grew up very aware of our own fragile morality, which is why you don't see us blowing up ourselves very often, you know like your kind tends to do." He was nodding along, clearly brainless and not even comprehending a single word you're saying.

He was getting close, his tail was moving wildly and his thighs were shaking under you.

"You think you can just throw money to buy scrolls and learn spells, as if true magic can ever be bought."

Keeping up the brutal pace, you kept speaking. "Rolan, do you want to cum?"

His haze filled eyes stared at you in desperation, tears collecting at the corners of them. Somehow his skin was even redder than it normally is.

"Ple…" his breath was shaky, "please." He frantically nodded.

You smiled at him.

"Then beg."

Stopping your movement, you gave his cock one final squeeze before leaving it to the cold night air.

"No…nonono you can't I was" To your disappointment, his hand unconsciously reached over to stroke his cock.

You slapped his hand away. To your surprise, he reacted quickly as his hands glowed, lips moving to whisper an incantation.

Not wasting a second, you were even quicker in altering your magic. It barely took any effort to conjure a square beneath him that completely paralysed his body.

"You really don't understand it, do you? Or maybe you simply just can't? It's embarrassing to still be unable to comprehend how much better I am than you in every way." Concentrating on keeping your spell active, you let him completely drink in the feeling of being bound and unable to move below you.

"I thought wizards are supposed to be intelligent, But what's the point of being very smart if you have the wisdom of a magic 8 ball?" Dismissing the square of magic, Rolan was free to move again.

"How did you-"

"I am faster than you, and I can cast more spells in less time. It was never a competition to begin with." You looked at him with disappointment, "and I thought you agreed to obey beforehand when we negotiated how this would go. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Taking a deep breath, Rolan steadied himself as he spoke. "I wasn't thinking….I apologise. My lips moved on their own, and I don't even remember what spell I was casting."

Your gaze softened as you cupped his face gently, "do you want a break? Maybe get some water or just completely stop."

With a quiet chuckle, Rolan shook his head, "by the nine hells no. But thank you, for stopping me"

You smiled at him, "Now, where were we?..."

Moving your hand from his face, you reached upwards as you tugged his horns again. "Oh yes. Beg."

A whine died at the back of Rolan's throat, "please…let me cum" his cock throbbed.

"And why should I? You've been nothing but useless this entire time. What do they even teach you at these schools?" You pulled his horn more, making him wince in pain as he bit his lips to try and suppress the sounds.

Rolan swallowed his pride as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "Please…please mighty sorcerer, let this pathetic wizard cum."

With a snort, you let go of his horns at his embarrassing words. "Maybe there is a use for you after all."

Raising your hips, you moved his cock with your hand until it pressed against the tightness of your entrance. Rolan's breath hitched as his lips trembled. His cock smearing precum against your opening.

Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his again. With a slow sensual kiss, you left his mouth hanging open afterwards. Looked him in the eyes as you opened yours just above his, spitting into his mouth.

"Maybe if I get enough of my fluids inside you, you'll end up with some of my magic." You watched him keep your spit in his mouth, struggling not to swallow it yet. "I guess in a way that'd make me your patron wouldn't it."

Giving him the permission to swallow, you felt his needy cock pressing more against your hole.

"Although you'd end up as a warlock then, wouldn't you?" Pushing your hips down slowly, you felt him stretch you open. "Ah I'm just kidding, after all who would ever want to fuck a warlock?" You saw the corners of his lips curl into a smile as he suppressed a laugh.

Your tightness enveloped him, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. His hands held onto your thighs as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Never daring to move his hips as he handed all of the control over to you.

Rocking yourself, you moved your hips at a slow pace. Your insides memorising the shape of his cock and making you the perfect fit. Pressing against all the good spots that made your hips stutter.

Rolan was struggling not to crumble, especially after all that edging. He just entered you, and he can feel his orgasm approaching fast. The way you bounced on his cock, the way your hips moved and how powerful you looked above him, it was all very overwhelming.

"I don't think…I can hold on much more." He breathed out, leaving marks on your thighs from how tightly he was gripping them.

"You may cum, Wizard. Be a good boy and do it for me, completely humiliate yourself for my amusement." You moved your hips faster, in and out, using his horns to steady yourself as you kept riding him.

True to his words, he barely lasted a minute more before white clouded his vision. Filling your insides with his seed and becoming a moaning mess in the process.

You felt him soften inside of you as you came to a stop. Giving a chance for the both of you to catch your breath.

You gave him another kiss, a quick one as you kissed the corner of his lips, moving to his cheek, then finally his forehead.

His arms wrapped around you in a hug.

"How are you feeling?" you whispered against his skin.

With an amused expression, he said. "Like I have more magic inside me now."

"I should've kept you in that hold spell, Rolan."

[flamie-42]

I want out…

Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) - alternate Beast AU

Tags: slight angst with a happy ending, NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (I promise), fluff, cannon typical suicidal ideation from Dazai, nothing more graphic than the cannon, Dazai and Chuuya being stupidly in love

Content Warnings: slight gore, suicidal ideation, typical Dazai CWs,

A little skk mini fic, while I gain the mental capacity to update my actual fics

Dazai is tired.

Every morning he wakes up. Goes to a meeting. The meeting is boring. Someone probably died. Or supplies aren’t getting past law enforcement. Or someone is mad at him. He can’t really bring himself to himself to care.

No one has noticed this shift in his attitude, to them the boss has always been a cold piece of shit with no emotion. “The demon prodigy is as cold as ice” he hears whispers in the halls of the Port Mafia building. He doesn’t bother to try and change his way, they are mostly correct.

Mostly…

Osamu sighs as he opens the door to his penthouse suite. He would have rather just slept in his office if it wasn’t for a certain … someone.

“Osamu you’re fucking late!” A familiar voice calls from the kitchen. He sighs as the cold mask he is so tired of falls off in the comfort of the warm inviting suite.

Most of the Mafia assumes that a man like him lives in a dark cold flat. That he only sleeps and eats there. Little do they know that the lively ginger that remains at his side most days lives there too, brining his noise and color.

A flurry of reds envelops him as he sheds his coat and tight suite shirt. The smell of spice and wine takes over his senses as he melts into Chuuya’s arms.

“Long day, huh” his partner only slightly mocks him as he leads the exhausted man into the kitchen.

“I don’t know how you’re not, Chuu” osamu sighs as he collapses onto a stool to watch his love cook. Long ago Chuuya had taken on the job of cooking for the both of them. One, so Dazai would eat and two, so he wouldn’t burn down their place. Now he was cooking up some ramen for the two of them.

“I’m not running the whole operation, I just gotta follow orders” Chuuya winks at his boss as he serves up the food.

“We both know how much you *love* following orders” Osamu smirks at his partner as the redhead laughs deeply.

Later as they lay in bed, limbs tangled together, Osamu sighs deeply and quietly states,

“I want out, Chuu”

It wasn’t a question, just a soft firm statement shared between lovers.

“You sure?” The sleepy response came from the redhead.

“Absolutely”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

Chuuya pulled him closer and softly kissed his hair, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that for a long time.

Atsushi walked into his Boss’ office for the early morning meeting they had scheduled. The office was empty but Atsushi assumed the man would be in soon enough. After a few minutes without the dark haired man arriving he noticed a letter on the desk with his name scrawled on the front.

Atsushi,

I’m sorry it had to happen like this, you know how the mafia is about deserters. Hirotsu will take over in my stead and Kouyou and you will be his seconds.

You’ll do great.

The weretiger looked terrified at his partner who was standing quietly behind him. A commotion drew their attention to the large windows in time to see a flash of black and red falling.

Reaching the ground floor they were in time to hear the rumble of gravity breaking concrete. This only confirmed the suspicions of the two. As they walked out the front doors of the Mori Corp. they were just in time to see the red headed exectutive collapse the sidewalk.

It had been a long suspicion that the boss and his prized executive had a relationship more intimate than the partners they claims to be, though no one dared voice those rumors. Both members of Double Black were ruthless and violent if provoked. Though in most eyes the display in front of their eyes confirmed how close the duo was.

Red markings creep onto Chuuyas skin as he feels the weight of gravity bend to his will. The concrete he stands on cracks and buckles. Rebar screeches and snaps as immeasurable stress is placed upon it. His eyes blur as he sees the body beneath him, laying much too still.

The body is mangled and bloody, its dark coat crumpled as it hit the pavement. But what hit Chuuya the hardest was the scarf. The blood red scarf that Chuuya has given Dazai so many years ago.

It was a cold night when Chuuya had gotten a call from his new partner to meet on the roof of the skyscraper the Mafia called home.

On that rooftop the two of them had made a pact to remain loyal to eachother, above all else.

Dazai had given him the leather choker that still lay on his neck. A “collar for my faithful dog” the brunette had said. And despite chuuyas chagrin he had been a faithful dog to Dazai since that day. Not that Osamu had made him do anything he would have protested (much) to.

In return Chuuya had given him a blood red scarf that adorned his bandaged neck since that day. “A reminder of your job” Chuuya had said bitterly, referring to Corruption. But since that day Osamu had always been there to bring him back.

The concrete finally collapsed and Chuuya floated down with the rubble. Each progressive story of the underground the gravity punched through. Corruption had fully taken over Chuuyas body and there was no stopping it…not anymore.

He knew what people would say, the rumors he had confirmed by this but he didn’t care anymore. There was no point to continue like this, without him there.

His consciousness fell away until there was only red, Arahabiki fully taking over his mind and body until Chuuya was shut in a little corner.

He sat in an empty room, looking through his own eyes and watching the chaos that the god inside him was inflicting on the world. It appeared Arahabiki wanted to take both him and the body beneath them to a deep grave where no one would find them.

We must be deep at this point

I wonder how much father we need to go

Arahabiki will find him

The windows closed and the room fell dark around him. Chuuya laid down and closed his eyes, simply waiting.

And waiting…

And waiting…

And finally a soft blue light enveloped the room. It was a comforting, familiar light. He had felt it many times before… and at this point it felt like home.

Chuuya opened his eyes, his real eyes, and saw a pair of bright brown eyes waiting for him. A hand held his cheek tenderly.

“Did you have a fun time princess” Osamu’s mocking tone flowed into his ears.

“You asshole, you put your scarf on the body” Chuuyas bit back, his voice rasping.

“I thought it would sell it more” Osamu had now picked up Chuuya, who was in no condition to walk, and began to walk towards a tunnel that was poking into the hole they stood in.

“Asshole” came a quiet response from the redhead.

“Sorry Chuu” he whispered back, he knew Chuuya had a much harder role in this to play but he did it beautifully as always.

Chuuya awoke in a soft, clean smelling bed. He stretched, feeling his bones pop as he looked around him.

Dazai sat a few feet away, drinking something and looking out the open door of a shipping container. Beyond him was the vast blue ocean, now a new shade of teal that he knew belonged to the tropics of Oceania.

He stood up and stumbled over to his partner who looked up at him, a happy smile plastered on his face. Chuuya had waited years to see that smile grace his lips again.

“Welcome to our new life, love” Osamu whispered as he pressed a kiss to Chuuya’s lips.

“Thank goodness it worked” Chuuya slumped into his arms, body still exhausted.

“You should have seen the explosion! It was magnificent” Osamu smiled as he wrapped his arms around the redhead. “Could have fooled me that Arahabiki imploded deep underground”

So everything had gone to plan

The mafia would think them dead and they could live out their lives, far away from the violence and destruction.

Just them on an island Dazai had bought years ago and spent days untying it from both their names.

“I think you should go blonde” Chuuya mumbled, combing his fingers through his partners hair

“Only if you go brunette” came the laughing response

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Sunburn @kyluxshortshorts

Kylo sat down slowly next to Hux. General glared at him angry.

"What do you want? You've done enough." Hux hissed. To be honest Ren's only sin was taking Hux to the beach resort planet for a few days.

"You had fun."

"Tell this to my skin." Hux snorted. His back and neck were red, burned. He was lying on the bed on his stomach not really able to find comfortable position. " What's that?" Hux murmured looking at the box that Kylo held.

"Ice. Relax."

"What? No, if you... " Hux stifled a moan when Kylo pressed cold ice cube to his back and slowly glide it down his spine. He blinked and placed his head on the pillow defeated. "I will kill you if you stop." He said quietly and shivered when Kylo moved ice cube to his neck. Ren smiled amused. " You had so many options to chose from. Pain killers, bacta gel and you grabbed ice cubes."

"I enjoy serving you." Hux snorted at that.

"You enjoy touching me."

"Yes. I do."

"Shameless bastard."

"You love it. Freak."

"For you it's General Hux."

"Of course, Armitage."

"Ha. Two can play that game, Ben Organa-Solo" He hissed when Kylo pulled his hair forcing him to look at the knight.

"Be careful, General." Hux smiled lazly.

"Or what?" Kylo stiffened for few seconds and let go of his hair.

"Brat. I am not fucking you today. Your skin is a mess. It should heal first."

"And who's fault is that" Hux hummed, clearly disappointed. "Well? Serve me then, If you enjoy it so much." Ren laughed amused picking up another ice cube. Hux closed his eyes and fell asleep and Kylo just sat there next to him.

He could hardly believe it was real. And yet it was. And he will be forever grateful. Grateful for Hux, for his sweet attitude, for his pale freckled skin and red hair, for his desire and hunger. And for his love. Kylo smiled softly and laid down next to Hux.

"I love you, Armitage." He whispered well aware that Hux is not sleeping. And well aware that he won't get any answer.

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a Bet Chapter 15

You get home after a silent car ride, Trying to figure out where his stressed attitude came from 

"Thanks for taking me," you say trying to break the silence 

"Sure," he says as you take the things out of the bag and he helps you organize the food in the pantry and kitchen

"Just to put it out there, you cant bring boys over here" he looks serious 

"Of course, you think I'm a whore to do that in your house?" you say chuckling trying to put the ambiance a bit chiller and fun 

but he stays silent "Oh? You do?" you say offended "No that's not it, I'm just being serious about this topic" he still cold towards this topic 

"I understand" I nod and continue helping to sort the food out

after finishing everything he starts by saying "Thank you for the groceries today"

"Of course, thank you actually" You smile putting your hands together and nibbling your fingers as you get nervous about someone flattering you even though is a small thing

"do you have something to do?" he asks you 

"not really just relax before work, why?" you ask anxious to hear what he is going to say 

"Maybe we can eat ice cream and watch a movie?" he asks you as you nod in excitement getting the strawberry ice cream you rush getting 2 spoons and 2 cups to serve what is left of the ice cream 

While you were getting everything ready Chans got to the sofa and turned the TV on putting on one of his favorite animes  

you sit next to him handing him his ice cream, you get comfortable as you try to pay attention to what is playing on the TV.

"so what about you?" he asks you as you look confused at him 

"What about me?" you ask, "I just want to know you more," he says as you freak out inside 

"Like?" you shift  your body in his direction to keep the conversation going

"Like hobbies, food, music, or whatever you think is interesting about you" he rests his head on the couch's support 

The way he man spreads, his eyes roaming towards you, casually looking at your body from time to time and his head leaned back just licking the spoon that he used for his ice cream

As you take your eyes off his mouth to his eyes, when you look at him he smirks 

Danm... you were caught 

"umm... I like to paint in my free time... I usually read every chance I get and-"

"oh yeah those little books you didn't finish to tell me about"he cuts you off with a smirk on his face getting ready 

"is not what you think" You roll your eyes and shift yourself over to the TV getting annoyed at his teasing 

"mhm, I'm not really sure" his smirks get wider as he shifts more toward you as you pretend not to know he is looking at you avoiding the topic 

"you know this is a safe zone" he chuckles "I don't judge" he shrugs trying to hide his smile of how cringe he sounded 

"Pfffftt" You blurt as he joins in your laughter, you notice his little squeaks in his giggles 

"and what about it?" You exaggerate your hand movements while he keeps laughing at the situation "And what about it? " he copies you as you both continue laughing 

"no, but for real I just don't get the hype" he comments 

"well it means you've never been a bad bitch before" You pull a sassy  face towards him, and he grabs his stomach laughing 

"ok, now I understand why Seugmin is so sassy" he rolls his eyes looking back at you 

"take notes babe" You flip your hair and chuckle at your funny attitude

"not shy anymore are we?" he remarks on your sudden outburst from shy to your normal fun space, you smile feeling embarrassed 

"how about we ask each other questions?" you propose as  you are not sure what to talk about yourself

"ok then, I go first," he says "Do you play any instrument?"  you take a bite out of your ice cream and nod 

He looks surprised "Really? Which one?"

"I play the piano do you?" 

"yeah I play the drums and guitar"

"that's so cool" You nod your head acknowledging  his talent 

"Is it true that you and Hyunjin dated before?" he asks you 

"Woah, wasn't my turn to ask?"  

"no, you asked me if I play an instrument as well so it's my turn" You roll your eyes

"no, we never dated we are only friends, who tf said that?" you get intrigued by his sudden questions

"Nah, we just saw you guys talk sometimes and get comfy,  so that's what we thought but we can never trust hyunjin"

"mhm, now I don't know what to ask" you kept thinking to yourself what fun questions you could ask 

"I heard you talk shit about me with the girls the other day," he says out of the blue

"me?" you put your hand to your chest as you feel offended 

"yeah, you were eating the gossip about me and my ex-girlfriend in stats class" 

"Hey! I was listening not talking, those are different things you know" You try to defend yourself but the guilt on your face gives it away, you try to be sarcastic as you get caught 

"They didn't even tell you the right info, Danm if you finna gossip look for the right info"

"Now I'm curious, is it true you guys try to get back?" 

"Ha!, now look at you all over my business" he laughs as you get embarrassed at your teacup problem just waiting for it to be filled with tea 

"No, it didn't happen like that, I mean she tried to but it was just toxic" he leans his head back down 

"or maybe you're the toxic one" you mumble 

"what the fuck does that mean?" 

"I mean... I heard what people say about you yk"  he looks at you waiting for the details 

"Well they say you're a player so maybe she was just yk... protective" 

"yeah but I'm not like that in an official relationship, she was even checking my phone and shit like there was no trust from either of us"

"damn," you say trying to stop the conversation as you didn't want to talk about his ex-girlfriend  

"what about you?" he looks at you 

"what about me?" you take another bite of your ice cream getting nervous about this topic 

"had you had a boyfriend? or any sorta problem about that?" 

"no... I never really dated anyone before" You pretend to be busy with your ice cream to coat over your shyness, acting like it's a natural topic

"why though? you seem cute" he smiles as he looks at you but you get nervous and go back to your ice cream "Thank you" you mumble getting shy 

"but seriously, aren't you interested in something like that?"

"I don't know, I've been busy and no one seems to be interested in me anyway" Danm that was embarrassing 

"well maybe you never found the right person," he says and you only nod 

"Well if you ever need help with stuff like that you can ask for my help"

"Why do you think I'm bad at dating?" you tease him faking being mad but then giggle

"No I mean, from what I see you're very shy and friendly, you need to flirt with a dude to start something yk"

"well maybe I'm not a whore like you" you smirk at your evil remark

"ouch" he puts his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt

"but also be aware some men are shit" he sits up and moves closer to you 

"no shit," you say sarcastically

"for example, I do this"

he grabs your chin and pecks your lips, your eyes widen as he stares at you 

"What are you doing? you're supposed to slap me, you can't just let any dude kiss you like that" Your mouth opens a little as you are shocked "Did you hear me?" you close your mouth still trying to comprehend what happened

He giggles "Look at you all red" he continues laughing but he suddenly stops "Wait, don't tell me the other day was your first kiss?" but you stay silent being shy about the kiss that just happened

"Oh wow it was" he pretends to be shocked like he knows already but tries to find a way to fluster you more 

"No, it wasn't, I kissed someone before" You deny his accusation 

"Then why are you so red, and shy?" you blush more and put your hand up your cheek 

"Don't tell me you liked it?" he smirks a little as your eyes go in shock but the only thing that comes from your mouth is a little confused 'uh'

"Oh you did" he smirks "You can kiss me again if you want, I won't stop you" You can see his ego speak to you, but you don't move 

"it's ok baby, I can do it for you " He grabs your chin and kisses you deeply as you follow his movements, you lean deeper to him as he grips your waist and his other hand goes behind your back 

You put one hand on his neck and the other on his cheek, but he leans you on the couch for you to lie down while he still kisses your soft lips, your hands go around his neck and one onto his hair pulling lightly his hair as he sighs in pleasure, he gets between you thighs, grabbing you hip and rubbing from your thigh to your hip slowly, he separates his lips from yours and looks you in the eyes, your cheeks were hot you look at him waiting for his next move

Chans POV

As I'm kissing her I rub her hip and thigh trying to get her to relax, she is tense and her movements seem to be forced so I separate our lips and look at her, her actions tell me she wants more but her eyes seem nervous and unsure, so I'm not forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to, but she caresses my neck... a little makeup sesh won't hurt, right? 

My lips kiss her neck as her breaths get louder, I feel her pulse beating fast, I should stop myself soon before I can't control myself, she hooks her leg on my hip but then retracts it, that's where I understood she wasn't ready, so I stop kissing her and smile to her 

"not  bad you see?" 

her cheeks still red and she hides her face in her palms "Oh baby don't get shy, not after what you just did" I tease her not to make her feel bad as I know she is nervous. as I crawl back on top of her to take her hands off her face and caress her cheek. But we hear a ringing sound that starts vibrating on the couch 

she reaches behind the back to grab her phone which was the one making the noise

"Hello?" she looks at me but looks away... cute 

"Yes sir I will be there right away" She grabs her phone with both hands and hangs up. she puts her lips together and looks at me awkwardly 

"My boss needs me there 2 hours earlier" She gets up wiping her sweaty hands on her clothes 

"ok" I nod still having a small smile on my face "Go get ready I'll drop you off

she nods and fastly walks to her room to get dressed 

I rub my eyes feeling stressed about not being able to have her tonight but I guess patience is the key to success, I chuckle as my classic move of 'don't let boys do this to you' worked

I sigh and get up as I see her make her way up to me 

" you ready?" she nods

and we make our way towards the car

15 mins later 

The car ride was silent and she kept picking at her lips, she was still shy about our kiss but I tried to put her at ease 

"I hope you are not uncomfortable with me" I comment as she looks my way

"no, of course not, I just got nervous" She starts fidgeting with her shirt so I leave the topic alone so as not to make her embarrassed

"we're here," I say as I park 

"call me if you need anything," I tell her and she thanks me for the ride

she gets out of the car and I drive, still feeling turned on, It's gonna be a hell of a time with my hand tonight

but that's not enough, so I made the decision 

and drive to Marty's

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[siberat]

There’s Always Room for Dessert

Have a little t/c x rat/chet Drabble. I am not on word nor have access to grammarly, so only simply edified.

The secret lovers meet up at a Buffett, and eating ensues. Chubfic.

Feeling the table press into his swollen gut was both satisfying and annoying. Another unplanned meet-up with the blue see/ker resulted in fine dinning at a local buffet. While the food may not have been top notch, it satiated one’s desire to pig out. And now Ratc/het sat back in the booth, rubbing his swollen gut.

“Don’t tell me you are full already,” Thunde/rcracker grinned, eyeing the massive belly. “I still haven’t hit up the dessert table.”

The medic groaned, rolled his optics, and stifled a burp. “I ain’t no whelp. However, I think dinner is done.”

“I’d say so.” The see/ker’s hand reached over and gave the paunch a playful pat. “Shall I select you something tasty from the cake section?”

“You better, or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’m going back to my room and sleeping this off.”

Thunder/cracker pouted. The pair didn't spend a lot of time together- being in the middle of a war had several drawbacks. And what little time he had, the ‘Co/n wanted to make last.

“Don’t you worry, my sweets. I will serve you the best tasting desserts available.” The see/ker rose to his feet. “Well, at least the best this place has to offer.”

“You better make it worth the wait.” The medic barked, a devious grin appearing on his face. While the flier loved watching the Auto/bot devour plate after plate, that gruff attitude always shown up if that mouth wasn’t full.

And Thunderc/racker loved it! That biting attitude, while always in jest, just really proved how playful the other could be. Because we all know under that hardened exterior, Rat/chet was such a softy.

Well, as of late, the medic’s protoform under his plating was growing soft as well.

But soon enough, a heaping plateful of cake slices, brownies, chocolates and ice creams were set in front of the medic.

“You better put your money where your mouth is,” T/C deeply growled as he took a seat next to the stuffed mech.

Ratc/het only responded by licking his lips and rubbing his belly as he looked over the mountain of scrumptious sweets in front of him. All the chosen foods looks so good! How could he choose which to consume first?

Turns out, the decision was made for him as a forkful of the rich, chocolate brownies was pressed to his lips. And just how could one deny such a decedent treat? The medic’s mouth opened and as soon as the warm, gooey mess hit his taste sensors, his engines rumbled.

And as soon as servo’s rubbed at his swollen tummy his cooling fans clicked on.

In fact, Ratc/het didn’t know what was better- being fed by his secret Decep/ticon lover or getting those belly rubs! When it came to attention, the see/ker never skimped. Nor let down. It was as if the fattened mech’s body was an idol, and T/C was the devout worshipper. And when it came to tending to needs, T/C had all bases covered.

“Here,” The See/ker held up a tall glass of cold ener-melk. “Tell me this doesn't hit the spot.”

Rat/chet didn’t need to take a gulp to know this beverage went well with the brownie- or any of the other desserts. He took a gulp before opening his mouth for more food.

And more came. Bit after bite of sweets were fed. Swallow after swallow sweets were devoured. It only took half the deserts being consumed for that belly to growl out in warnings of the upcoming belly ache. But Rat/chet did not stop. The food simply tasted to good to say no!

That, and Thunder/cracker did not relent with shoving food into his maws. Of course, Ratc/het didn’t stop him.

But as the medic began to slow down, that servo rubbed with more purpose at that rounded paunch. The touch was soft and gentle in the beginning, but now, the pressure of the touch built. Every little rumble of a belly quake was chased down and messaged. And that added pressure did something within that spare tire.

Something tickled deep within his tanks, causing minor cramping before rising upward. Upon those digits pressing firmer, the sensation grew, and soon, something traveled upwards. Rat/chet was happy he had time to close his mouth as to at least save some dignity and not let a monster of a belch escape full blast!

At least this one was muffled.

“Tum-Tum feel better?”

Rat/chet nodded and opened his mouth for more. There was no way he was finished. At least, he wanted those touches to his beach-ball sized belly to continue and he knew if he kept eating, T/C would keep rubbing.

Even when breathing became hard and swallowing became such a chore, the medic pressed on. Just hearing T/C’s words of praise and those caresses of encouragement gave him strenght to polish off cakes, pies and ice cream. All too soon, that monster of a belly no longer could fit any more snacks inside. Nor could it fit within the booth!

Nearly sweating, the medic leaned back, rubbing his own servo‘s over his overstuffed and sore belly. He panted to catch his breath and wished against wish to just lay down!

“You are so well for me tonight,” T/C cooed, giving the belly a playful pinch. Anything else catch your fancy?”

“The berth,” Rat/chet boldly stated.

“Hmmmmm… How presumptuous of you,” T/C deeply hummed.

“I want to lay down.”

“Do you need further soothing?” A smile appeared on the See/kers lips.

“You know, I do expect some royal treatment after that feast I consumed for you…”

“Allow me to tend to your desires….”

And Ratchet could help but smile at that. He knew just what this evening had in store. All the tummy tickles he could want- as well as other things getting special attention.

See, there was always room for dessert.

[triple-moon-rp]

Swift Justice

Drabble starring Stella & her imp servants

TW: graphic description, Mastermind spoilers, I kinda just wanted to write her being ruthless

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Afternoon tea, Stella's favorite time of the day. And to top it off, she finally has the house to herself, no more being forced to stay somewhere else especially during the full moon. At least for a hundred years. Thinking about that trial didn't bring her as much joy as she hoped. Of course, it didn't! The imp was the least of her concerns and there wasn't enough to ensure a proper sentence against Stolas. Something she was working on before Andrealphus rushed the court proceedings. And by her working, she means her imps were working.

"Watson? How are the agents I hired progressing on Earth? Any findings besides those pieces of metal from the mortal realm?"

"They should be returning sometime this evening, your highness..." the overdressed imp butler replied timidly, careful with his words.

"Good. Now fetch me my tea," Stella commands before opening her tablet and allowing some true crime podcast from Earth to play. Today's episode seems to be about an absolute massacre at a government facility. How quaint.

As the narrator prattles on, Watson silently brings the tea platter to her table, a silver pin right next to the small porcelain cups and a large fancy kettle in the middle. She perks up at the sound of liquid being poured, watching him like a hawk as he places her teacup in front of her. Once he backs away, as always, she dips the pin into the golden brown tea for exactly 30 seconds before bringing it close to her face to inspect it fully. She immediately knew something was off when it didn't come out black and corroded, if anything, it was faintly brighter.

She grumbles with a sharp look, addressing Watson harshly, "Watson, bring me whoever made today's batch of tea."

He doesn't dare question why, simply dashes to the kitchen and fulfills Stella's demand before he could become a victim himself. The teabrewer stands stock-still in the mansion dinning room, staring at the Ars Goetia princess as if she was the reaper.

"Come closer, won't you?" she asks in a sickly sweet tone but the look in her eyes were as cold as ice.

Regardless, they obey, not stopping until she signals them to.

"Are you the one who made today's batch? Do you mind telling me what your blend is? I'm not very familiar with it."

"... Sure," a quiet phew sound escaped their lips, "I heard you were interested about Earth, so... I thought you might like one of their blends. It contains Assam and... pekoe? I believe that's how it's pronounced."

"Oh, how interesting!" she maintains her sweet facade, voice high-pitched and overly-friendly, "Have you had a taste of it before?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Why not have a drink, then?"

"Excuse me, your highness?"

Stella just smiles at their bewilderment and gently nudges her cup towards them, "Go on! Drink it~"

"I- I'm not thirsty..."

Her pitch lowers slightly along with the corners of her mouth, "You know... it's quite rude to reject my command. I wonder... what possible reason could you have... to serve me something you won't drink yourself, hmm?"

They stutter and stammer, losing their cool so easily. What a feeble attempt as an assassin. It's laughable that they made it this far.

"If you won't drink it and prove it is safe for demons to drink, then... shall I take it as an admission of guilt?"

They look at the cup, sweating bullets and praying to whatever would listen. With shaky hands they grasp it, and take the tiniest sip possible before putting it down. "S-see! It- it's fine!"

"All of it."

"What?"

Stella isn't bothering to put on that eerily fake smile anymore, scowling at their attitude, "Drink the whole cup."

"I- I don't--"

"DO NOT question me! Either drink it all or I can snap your neck. No need for a trial for an imp. I can kill you right here and now for trying to kill me."

When they hastily drained the tea, Stella gave the smarmiest smirk as she watched them suddenly collapse to their knees. Tears built in their eyes as their hand flew to their neck, gasping out "it burns" quietly before going into a coughing fit. Black blood oozed out the corners of their lips as it filled their mouth with more than they could cough up. As if it couldn't get worse, Stella decided it can and will by dumping the remnants of the kettle on the suffering imp. The sudden burst of agony ripped a fresh scream out of them.

"Tut tut... A classic reaction to holy water, by the looks of it. Not enough to kill a royal, but an imp? I'd say... yes~" Stella mocks the would-be assassin while they choked.

"Um, your highness?" Watson hesitated to speak. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Stella glared at him for "interrupting".

"What?! This better be important."

"The agents have returned from their mission, your highness..."

"Oh! Delightful. In that case, go ahead and take out the trash. I've been waiting all day for those reports!"

Once Stella left the room, Watson let out a breath and tried to help the poor creature. It was them or him, he repeats in his head as he cleans up the mess. He offers them tap water trying to rinse off the acidic effects of holy water, inside and out. It isn't much, but it was all he could do before walking them to the mansion's gates. Any more, and they would grow suspicious of him as well. No one wants to incur a Goetia's wrath. "Justice" is always on their side.

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Happy birthday to me I guess

Here's a little peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Let me know what you think

"Face of a Killer"

THEO

Theo thought it was luck that he would run into Liam and here, of all places. He thought this was his chance to get under his thick skin, find out who Liam really was. Break that cold ice between them. Theo was getting used to Liam’s hot and cold attitude, to be honest. He’s not saying it wasn’t pissing him off, though. How hard is it to get one guy’s attention? When it’s Liam Dunbar, apparently very hard. Especially when Stiles was always in his way. Surprisingly enough, Stiles wasn’t here to witness Theo’s dreadful rejection from Liam. He thought he was handling it well. He hardly noticed how Liam couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

Theo didn’t want to let him go. Liam’s boisterous voice rattled his bones. The desire he felt for Liam as he buried a heavy gaze through him. He drops his hand in shock.

He should be angry with him. The way Liam pushes and pulls him around. For some reason, it made him want him all that much more. The fire in his eyes made him want to succumb to his knees for him. Theo wanted to go after him, but he couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor and he watched as Liam went to another guy.

He didn’t like the look on that guy’s face as Liam pulled him aside. Theo felt a burning in his gut. The force-fed rejection bubbled in his stomach. Coming here sounded like a good idea as a distraction at the time, but that served to be just as pointless. Wafting down his dignity, he squeezed through the tight crowd of people. He leaves through the back door, the cool air rushing in as he opens the solid black door.

All he got by coming here was the knowledge that he wanted Liam more and Liam wanted him just as less. That’s fine by Theo. He can give him less. He didn’t come to this town to meet some guy. He never wanted to come back here. If he was going to spend his last year of high school in an ominous town where his sister died, it won’t be chasing a guy that won’t chase him back.

He didn’t waste any more time, turning the key in the ignition and driving away from the club. He was halfway home when a sputtering comes out from under the hood. Theo scoffs before pulling over, the high school coming closer into view. Of course, he just got his truck back, and it was already flaking out on him.

It was dark out by this time and Theo bodily shivers as he gets out of his truck. The parking lot was bare, void for a lamp post. When Theo opens up the hood, a billow of steamy smoke erupts from the inside, making him wheeze uncontrollably. He quickly grabs his inhaler from his pocket. He was just getting his breath back when he feels a harsh burning sensation on his shoulder where his shirt meets his skin.

[m34gs]

You know, we talk a lot about the Housewardens, but I want to know what are the vice housewardens' favourite ice cream flavour? 👀

Ooooh this is gonna be lots of fun to answer! Thank you for asking, I agree we should discuss the vice housewardens more too!!!

Trey - Honestly, I think Trey would like vanilla the best. It pairs so well with almost any baked dessert, and it isn't an overwhelming flavour. I think he would enjoy the sweet simplicity of it. I also think he would love having it with fresh-baked pies.

Ruggie - Ruggie comes from a family that probably didn't spend a lot on ice cream, and it's hinted at that there's young ones he helps look after (siblings? cousins? neighbourhood kiddos? I don't really know but any of those is just as likely) so I imagine that when ice cream was bought, it was bought in a large quantity that was probably on sale, in a flavour that was probably "safe" as in, popular among the majority. For this reason, I think Ruggie would be in love with stuff that is more unique than plain old vanilla or strawberry or chocolate because 1. he didn't get those as a kid, and 2. it means he gets to have it to himself and enjoy it all. I think his number one favourite flavour would be pumpkin ice cream, because it's a different flavour...not too outlandish but definitely not one that is common among ice cream parlours.

Jade - Jade...Oh, Jade. Why must you torment me even in my own headcannons. Alright, so Jade has a favourite ice cream (technically a gelato). It's called "Byakuya". BUT, he's only allowed it on Very Special Occasions. Why? Because it is $6696.00 per serving. PER. SERVING. JADE. Why is it so gosh-darn expensive? Because it is made with Very Expensive white truffles. And look me in the eye and tell me that Jade wouldn't try an ice cream that comes packaged with truffle oil? (I'm sorry I just...I don't know what truffles taste like but research says they're savory, and my personal taste does not like to mix a lot of sweet and savory). And a hand-made metal spoon???? Part of me wonders if he lists this one as his favourite just so he can watch Azul break the bank on the twins' birthday. But honestly, I read about this ice cream here, and couldn't help but think about how it was Such a Jade Thing.

Jamil - I think Jamil would like Vanilla ice cream with some Cinnamon sprinkled on top. It's simple, but a yummy combo, and I think at the end of the day he wants an easy dessert he can enjoy. Plus, he pretty much never runs out of it; those are two ingredients you can find anywhere.

Rook - Rook likes a soft serve vanilla and chocolate ice cream in a cone. It's swirled beautifully and the two different colours really bring out that shape. He enjoys both chocolate and vanilla for taste, so in his mind this is the perfect mix of both. Also, it means he gets romantic ice cream cone dates with Vil. :D (in my opinion, ice cream is completely fine in either a bowl or a cone, but it is 100% More Romantic in a cone).

Ortho - Bubblegum for Ortho. It's a fun colour (usually blue or pink) and it has chunks of candy in it! What's not to love? I think Ortho is a "try everything" kind of person, but I think he would just really love the appeal of the bubblegum flavour ice cream. I also feel like it reflects his fun attitude and child-like wonder very well.

Lilia - Again. Why must I be tormented. But you cannot expect me to think Lilia would go for something normal...No no, he likes to experiment. He is out there trying anything and everything that he can, for the experience. Just a dude living his life to the fullest, and I love that for him. I think Lilia would list Pizza Flavoured Ice Cream as his favourite. Based on the pizza ice cream listed here, made with tomato, basil, oregano, salt and garlic, it would be very savory. Maybe a bit like a cold slice of leftover pizza? I'm not sure...but regardless, he is thriving off of it.

There you go! Those are my headcanons! What are yours, friend??👀 Also, no judgement towards anyone who likes the savory ice creams, it is just my personal preference that I do not.

[beargyuuzz]

Summary: a typical outing to your favorite coffee shop leads you to meet him, but you never knew how close he always was. His attitude is infuriating, but something about him pulls you in too deep.

Trope: rockstar! TXT, loveable jerk x cold girl pairing

WC: 12k

WARNINGS: Smut, Asshole yeonjun, swearing, reader is kinda mean, alcohol, drug mention ??

GENRES: Rockstar! Yeonjun x fem! Reader, little bit of interaction with every member

MINORS DNI

There were very few things Yeonjun found enjoyable in life. Dancing, skating, and the occasional drama was all that got him going. In a way, that was the thing that led him to this moment. Adjusting his patched denim jacket over his skinny jeans and white shirt, he headed toward his daily spot. The Black Hare coffee shop.

You see, this coffee shop was riddled with rude girls who pretend to be hot shit. Vapid, conceited, and disinterested women that were fresh out of high school and on their way to adulthood. Little did they know.

Yeonjun walks in, the scent of baked goods and espresso filling his senses as he sits down at his usual window seat and opens his laptop. Being a graphics artist meant that he always had another project. He never really got a break from it, either. He would kill to be careless like those girls again.

“What can I get for you?” A barista with a sleazy smirk walks up with a notepad, staring at him like a piece of meat while he finishes up part of his sketch. Girls like her weren’t his cup of tea. The long, bleached-out waves of blonde and light pink contrasted with thick makeup and a fake tan to top it all off. Not his type of woman.

“Cafe mocha, extra shot.” The girl huffs at the lack of attention and walks to the register with a pout, causing Yeonjun to roll his eyes before they fall on your form. Glass skin, shoulder-length dark hair, and tattoos peeking from beneath the clothing you had worn. Your head was turned, someone younger to the left of you speaking into your ear.

Your hair frames your face, two hair clips hold the sides away from your ears, and accessories gently mingle to show you had a fashion sense to die for; a Black pencil skirt with black leather sandals, and a red silk crop top with a layered with a baggy blazer that hung off to expose a tattoo of flowers and a rabbit on your shoulder. Bold makeup that brought out your eyes and plush lips tied it together with ease. You had taste. He liked that.

It was rare to see someone pulling off classy and edgy all at once, even more so to see a person who gives off an air of dominance as you did. Your presence demanded the attention of everyone around, and that was exactly why he knew he had to have you at any expense. Be it to himself or others.

Yeonjun watches you with interest, thoughts running behind his dazed orbs up and down until his eyes pick up on the sudden change in your expression. You had gone from a neutral, bored expression to pure annoyance in a matter of seconds. A moment later he finds out exactly why that switch occurred.

“I said hurry up. You're not the only customer here, you know.” The blonde from earlier snaps with a snarky smile, receiving a sharp inhale from you in response. The small girl to your left looks a bit concerned by the change in your mood, clenching her fists in the strawberry-patterned dress adorning her body.

After a moment, you smile bitterly and give her your order. You surely had more control than he would have had in that situation.

“Vanilla Macchiato. Iced, add an extra shot of espresso, and then a cherry shake, regular sugar level, and please lose the attitude. It isn’t a good look.” The cold, airy tone of your voice hits Yeonjun in the gut, chills spreading at the sheer attraction he held for you at that moment, despite feeling irritation spread at the insolent behavior of the barista. Even your attitude was hot in his eyes.

“Didn't know I was serving a child. Why would you want that as a grown woman?” The girl speaks coldly, typing in the order with disinterest lacing her features. The girl beside you snaps her head up at that, ears a bit red at the insult thrown her way.

“Didn't know I was being served by a pick me. Why is it your business?” The stale monotonous tone you used fills the air, making the few people in the line snicker in response to you.

“I mean, I just don’t know why anyone above the age of ten would order a cherry shake.” The smirk tugging her lips says it all. An annoying and satisfied half-assed smirk covering the barista’s face told you exactly why she was so rude, And you were going to call it out.

“Hm. Kira, is it? Well, I’m sorry to upset your superiority complex and cheer captain from snoozeville vibes, but last time I checked your job was to shut the hell up and take the order. Don't disrespect customers and make fun of drink choices that have nothing to do with you just because you’re mad about your mundane job and attitude driving off every single person you show interest in. Now take the damned money and get the drinks done before we have an actual problem.”

You had remained calm in your tone and actions, the only thing giving you away being the tap of your freshly manicured nails against the counter in a weak-willed attempt to compose yourself. This couldn’t be the first time you’d put someone in their place, but what would Yeonjun need to do to make it him you were talking to?

“Y/N? Are you gonna be okay? You never get like that anymore.” The girl beside you speaks softly, giving a name to the face he couldn’t take his eyes off. Yeonjun was starstruck by your attitude, allured by the nature of which you held yourself, and enthralled by your looks.

“I’ll be fine, Soo. Just not in the mood to start another fight if I don’t have to. Little brat has a silver spoon written all over her.” You calm down once again, watching the younger girl as she leans on you to calm herself. You were used to people giving you issues, but you wouldn’t let any extra stress damage Soo= if it could be helped.

“Okay, just remember to breathe so you don’t go to prison. I can’t bail you out if you do.” Soo responds with a shy smile, her voice timid as she places her hands on her hips while looking around the store.

That was when she noticed the attractive dirty blonde’s eyes on the pair. A smirk crosses her face at the realization that Yeonjun was eyeing you.

“Here.” The drinks are slammed on the counter in front of you, prompting a ten to be thrown at her as your friend grabs the items. “Buy some manners with it, pretty girl.”

With a final smirk, you walk to a table located near the front windows right beside him. Soo-ah had picked it, dragging you along before making you sit down.

You probably seemed like a bitch, but there were things you wouldn’t tolerate. It just so happens that you were well-known to start fights over them. Just the other day, you split your knuckle on a guy who was acting creepy toward a girl on the subway. And while it wasn’t you who started problems, you always seemed to finish them.

That was your curse.

“You know, you could easily just ignore people like her. Other people are ignoring it.” Soo-Ah speaks up, bringing you from whatever stray thoughts were plaguing your mind.

“What’s the fun in that?” Yeonjun closes his laptop as he speaks, facing the two of you with a small smile on his lips. Your eyes dig into him, gauging his movements with a newfound interest.

He was the hottest guy you’d seen in this town. Ever.

Looking up and down, you see the toned thighs fighting the ripped-up skinnies and biceps straining the fabric when he crosses his toned arms over his chest. Have you seen him before? Surely you wouldn’t overlook someone who looked like HIM.

“Like something you see? Y/N right? I’m Yeonjun.” That catches you off guard, face reddening under the blush you had applied previously and nearly showing through as you choke on your coffee.

“How the fuck do you know my name.” Your tone is suspicious, watching him point at your friend and smile. Perfectly white teeth flashing in your direction was enough for you to cross your legs.

“She said it by the counter. Pretty name for such a pretty face.” He leans forward then, leaving your eyes to pick up on the pink-tinted lenses he had in his eyes.

“Well, Yeonjun. I dare say this isn’t a conversation that included you. That can start fights too~” The tone is playful, you leaning forward with your friend backing up with a slightly entertained look on her face.

Yeonjun then gets his coffee, nodding to the girl as he takes a sip of the gently flavored coffee.

“And I’m interested. So it looks like you’ll have to find a middle territory, won’t you?” His tone drops, watching you tense and become a bit more frustrated with each word he teases you with. He had never met a woman as rebellious and snide the way you were. It was all direct. Nothing was hidden by you in any way. Blunt was the word.

“Fine. I’ll tell you now then. I’m not the dating type, nor am I the ‘let’s have fun and do it for a month’ type. I don’t think you want to sign up for anything with me. If you still want to play, you’ll realize I’m not worth the trouble sooner or later and leave. So I suggest not sticking around, baby.”

“You think that scares people like me away? I like trouble. I like the struggle. Come to La Luna if you decide to show any interest, doll. The bar on 5th Avenue? My band plays this Friday.” Yeonjun speaks in a sultry tone, now looking for a reaction from you.

“You’re just trying to get under my skin, now.”

A knowing grin passes Soo-ah’s expression. She knew exactly what was going on in your brain at that exact second. She knew you were interested in the way your lips curled when the two of you made eye contact; even though you hated it.

He’s trouble. And you like that.

He chuckles and moves into a seat across from you, raising a brow and licking his lips. “So what if I am? You’re fun to mess with already. I bet that anger isn’t the only thing that makes you entertaining.”

This little shit was going to make you crazy. You might catch a charge if he keeps going on like this. Cocky with a bad attitude, just like you. This man was a mirror and you had no idea how to handle it. You had moved to get up, an angrier expression at play now. You were ready to jump him.

“You son of a “

“Okay! That’s enough of that. Y/N we have to meet Kai now. Let’s go.” Soo-Ah speaks in a rush, grabbing your arm with a startled face as Yeonjun giggles and leans back in the seat.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Your voice is wispy as your heart races, eyes scanning the man with a bit of attraction that you couldn’t attempt to hide. You start walking away with your drinks, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you do so.

“La Luna at 11 Friday! Don’t be late!” He calls after you with a smile, and for the first time in years, your heart flutters.

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“Sounds like a total ass. I would have punched him.” Your best friend, Kai speaks. From the second you got in the door, you were complaining about the gorgeous man who decided to push every button he could. Kai, being the angel he is, did nothing but listen as you paced back and forth. He was always patient with you and that meant the world. He was one of the only men you had ever let into your life. And the only one that ever stayed.

“I almost did! Wanted to ruin his stupid pretty face but she wouldn’t let me!”

“That’s why I stopped you. He was pretty AND had eyes on you before we even got into it with the barista. He invited you to go see him on Friday if you decided to stop being an ass.” The woman replies with a sly smile, looking to Kai for support to be dissatisfied with the sight before her.

He was upset.

“My show is Friday. We got a gig and have to go before we lose hope in this whole band thing. My guitar would get dusty.” He speaks softly, feeling you sink into his arms with a small sigh. He was used to you demanding love by now, seeing as you only ever went to him for it.

“We can go. Fuck that guy anyways.” You speak softly into his chest, making him smile as he plays with your hair. Soo-Ah used to accuse you of dating him, seeing as you acted like you were married. She learned along the way just how much you hated relationships, even when you yearn for affection.

The truth was that you were scared. Every single man you dated was bad. Comically bad. The last one had even taken a bet on you with his friends back home. The fear of being hurt or abandoned was strong in your mind with each attempt people made to be with you. There was an excuse each time.

This time it was that he was too pretty.

“What are you thinking about, princess? You never space out like this.” Kai speaks into your ear, noticing your absolute silence. You were practically the back of his hand, Kai having every single line and freckle memorized. From the first day, he was your rock.

“I just feel stupid. He was cute.” He tsks at your answer and chuckles, tugging a tiny strand of your hair as a way of teasing you.

“And you feel stupid why?” You look at him and groan at the inquirer with contempt.

“I can’t even think about letting someone in like that now. Yet I almost wanted to go just to taunt him.”

“Well, that’s not a good idea. Come to MY show and get good drinks. Forget about it, okay?” A small smile overtakes his face, soothing you before moving to stand and grab his guitar and play. You always loved seeing the man play, his eyes passionate and heart on his sleeve when he plays for you. The way he was when you were alone together was presented to others only when he played. It was raw, strong, and heartfelt.

Everything that made you love this idiot in the first place.

————————————-

Soo-Ah left a few hours later, no longer interested once her current plaything asked her to come to hang out. The girl had a new flavor every week, but you wouldn’t tell her that. Habits die hard, and she hadn’t gotten hurt yet. Choosing to play around was on her, and you’d be there for every step of her journey with dating and life.

Being alone with Kai was something you considered sacred. Something you got rarely and never took for granted when you got it. Whether it be a movie or the two of you out on the town, you always treasured the small amounts of time you got solo with the man.

To say he adored your company was a sad understatement. Any time he got a chance to have you alone, he was doing it with no questions asked. Kai had spent ages watching from a distance back before you were close, and once he got in he was stuck by you like there was a magnet.

He has spoiled you rotten since that day. The damn fool even bought you a motorcycle when you finally turned 21. With a sigh, you move to the couch across from him even though you knew that distance wouldn't exist long.

“Kai?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why do you care so much? I used to bully you for even breathing near me and Soo. So why didn’t you give up?”

This gets his attention, pulling his eyes to your lying form as a smile contorts his pretty face.

“Well, for starters… You made my life interesting. I was bored with people constantly giving me attention for being attractive as you put it. You never give me selfish or biased attention. I love that. You also don’t have expectations for me aside from general conversations.” Kai speaks in a gentle tone, standing from his seat to languidly make his way over to the couch. Seeing your body sprawled doesn’t deter him one bit, the male simply lifts you back into his lap after he sits.

“And even then, you know I love you no matter what. That isn’t going to change and I won’t be going anywhere. I want to see you grow and change in life. It’ll be worth it for me.” He was always sentimental with you, making your fears vanish into nothing each time he had the chance to hear the fears leave your mind. This was special to him. Being able to see a raw side of you was something he prided himself on. He knew that he was the only one you dropped the facades around.

“I love you too, Kai. I never really say it, but I do.” This draws a beautiful smile across his face, one filled with sincerity and adoration for you. One he hardly ever had. It reached his eyes and heart.

“Let’s get some rest and then get ready for Friday. You need to take your bike if you want to be able to park. Leave the rest to me. Three days.” At that moment a knock on the door sounds and a whine leaves Kai’s throat as he gets out from under your body; as soon as he answers, you get up and head to the bedroom to steal his bed while you could.

The door slams shut behind him, a muffled complaint heard from your friend hinting at this being unexpected.

“Dude I need to practice and my guitar is being fixed. You know Jun will kill me if I don’t have everything ready for Friday.” The opposing voice speaks quickly, stress and panic lacing his voice with each passing moment.

“Well can’t you come back later? I was heading to bed.”

“You stay up most of the night. Don’t lie.” A sigh leaves Kai as he walks to the bedroom and tosses you one of his hoodies. He hadn’t answered this Beomgyu person yet, and instead decided to put you in his hoodie and have you come out more modestly than the shorts and bra you had been in since getting here. You never stayed fully dressed if you didn’t have to.

“Put that on before this idiot barges in here. Gyu is our lead guitarist. Be lucky it isn't Soobin. Bassist. Our vocalist never bothers me this much. Annoying.”

You slip the hoodie on with a tiny nod, having never really known much about the band or asked for that matter. It was his business and he tells you things when he wants to.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing in h- Who’s she? Your girlfriend or something?” The door bursts open to show a taller man with honey-brown hair and eyes to match, dressed in a graphic shirt and black pants paired with a blazer coat. He had style for someone who had been called annoying.

“This is Y/N. The girl I ‘ditched’ you for at practice? The one I’ve known since all of us were kids? She knows Hyun too. Ask him if it’s that much of an issue.” Kai speaks gruffly, walking back to the living room with his amp in hand. This left you to be alone with the man in front of you.

“So you aren’t a thing, then. I’m Beomgyu. Lead Guitarist. He talks about you a fair bit. Never tells us anything of gravity.” Beomgyu speaks in a softer voice now, extending a hand that you refuse instantly. You then walk past him, looking over your shoulder.

“I’m Y/N. A vocalist for music I never share. Never heard your name, but heard of the guitarist who breaks a string once a week.” You walk to Kai after that, seeing him finishing up the amp with a concentrated face.

“Why the face, Kai?” You ask him in a soft tone, your voice seeming to melt the tension off of his shoulders.

“The cord has damage, so I was patching it up the other day. Now the stupid thing isn’t working. I would have to use my high-performance amp and that one might get too loud for such a small space.” His tone is steely, showing every bit of frustration clearly in his eyes.

“The music center is nearby. Why don’t we just run to get the cable and get chicken or something on the way? Maybe bug Taehyun about coming to help us out.”

Your solution seems to stop Kai from further annoyance, watching as he stands up to get his shoes, but before he can get his keys you flash your own with a grin.

“Oh hell no. You drive like there aren’t laws, Y/N.” He speaks with a nervous face, Beomgyu now standing by the amp with a tiny smile at the panicked younger male.

“I drive or I don’t go. I’ve gotten better at following the rules~”

“Yeah. Let her drive, you little stickler.” Beomgyu pipes in, making the evil smile on your dewy skin amplify.

“I like him. You’re cool.” You speak to the two with a laugh, slipping your boots back on your feet and tying your hair into a secure knot. You always drove a little crazy, enjoying the rush of letting go. Kai hated it, having been the one to teach and attempt to control your chaotic ass on the road.

“Fine. If we get pulled over, I’m driving home. No arguing and no complaints.” He then walks out the door, leaving his helmet behind in contradiction to his concerns about you controlling the bike.

“You have him under your spell if he lets you take the reins, pretty girl. Don’t kill him too soon.” The elder male pipes up, smiling playfully at you the moment you walk out with a smile of your own.

“I could never. He’s the world to me.” The words leave in a small voice, one he can hardly hear past the keys as you close the door and rush down the steps. You knew Kai was your ride-or-die, but you hadn’t expected someone to point out his adoration.

“Let’s get this done! I texted Hyun and he said he would look into coming over. our bassist has him by the dick about some stupid crap. You might meet Soobin and Odi tonight if he decides to be a brat about it.”

With that said, you straddle the seat of your bike and smirk at the hesitant male who wants nothing more than to trade spots. Once he gets on, his hands go to your hips and adjust you to make more room for his form before sliding up your waist. His arms wrap around you firmly before he leans his head into your shoulder and mumbles a small ‘ready’ to alert you.

“Don’t know who Odi is, but I’m about to have fun with this. Hold on tight, baby.” You tease Kai with a loud rev, peeling down the street with a slightly concerning speed.

“It’s his hedgehog! Cute, but kind of hates us!” He speaks loudly in your ear, drawing a laugh from you while you turn down streets. The grip Kai had on you was stronger during turns, the younger male wanting to keep stable in his place behind you as best he could.

A red light stops you close to the shop you need to head into, a small smile on your face when you look over at him and wink.

“Almost there! Then after this, we can head to 678 and grab some chicken and beer. If I need to meet your members, I say it’s about time.”

———-

“Alright give me like ten minutes and I’ll be back. Keep parked for me, okay?” Kai speaks gently after you both pull in, smiling at you when he runs in. You were happy to relax and wait, knowing he always kept promises to you.

“Well look who it is! Why are you sitting outside instead of in there?” A familiarly irritating voice drawls to your left, making your eyes roll back into your skull. Why was he here?

“Why are you bothering me is the real question.” You retort with a fake yet pretty smile, watching the smirk on his face grow.

“the band and I always come here for things, and I have NEVER seen your pretty face here,” Yeonjun responds with ease, watching you get off the bike and lean on it.

“Well too bad. My best friend gets his supplies here and he needs a new amp cable before his bandmate gets killed.” You speak bitterly, watching him like a hawk as he gets closer.

Yeonjun was close now, breath against your lips and cologne filling your sinuses. The smell was that of sea salt and rose mixed with cigarettes and cedar wood. He smelt as good as he looked, hair wet and pushed away from his face.

“Oh I’m actually over the moon at seeing you here, baby. I mean look at you.” He speaks playfully, caging you against the bike now and chuckling at the gasp you release. Was he trying to intimidate you?

“Okay, we can leave. Yeonjun? Why are you all over her?” Kai stops in shock, eyeing the two of you with worry written on his face.

“This is the guy from the Black Hare. You know, the one who tried and failed to flirt and nearly got punched?” You respond to your friend with a raised brow, smiling when Yeonjun goes rigid.

“Wait! My bandmate was the guy you were telling me and Hyun about when you were on the phone?” He walks up as Yeonjun backs away, giving you a chance to breathe when Kai whispers in your ear.

“The gorgeous one who was dressed like a god? Want me to tell him that?”

“Shut up!” You shove him, seeing him laugh and smile yourself. He never let you have peace, but that was okay as long as you had him.

“Yes, it’s this guy. I take it Jun is him. Vocals?”

“That would be correct. And that means you’re the one he constantly ditches for. And the bike was the one he bought for you. Good to know how… close we could have been if he wasn’t so protective.”

“Jun, don’t start being an ass about me not wanting you all over her like you are now.” Kai butts in, looking annoyed when he does so. Did he piss Kai off?

“Huening Kai, I’m interested in her. I’m not going to hurt her for fucks sake.” Yeonjun spits his words, looking at you with a slight bit of frustration in his eyes. He hadn’t expected you to be in his loop. He would have never guessed you were the woman Kai was always focused on.

“Can we maybe not? If I decide to be friends with them, that’s on me. If not then we can tolerate one another. You know my rules.” You speak to the slightly angry man you adore, grabbing the bag with a smile before packing it up.

“Let’s finish our plans up, hm? Beomgyu is waiting for the amp and everything else. I’m hungry.”

Kai lets out a tired sigh in response, watching you throw your leg over the bike and scoot forward to make room for him to climb on. A tiny smile brightens his face then, the male in question answers you playfully.

“Let’s go. Chicken, beer, home. I’ll pay for that sweet soju you like too. As a treat.” He walks forward and climbs on, pulling your hips flush to him and laughing.

“Sure thing. Yeonjun, if you need anything, call me or Gyu. Hyun and Soobin should be heading over later on. If you finally decide to practice with us, head over tonight.” Kai speaks in a nicer tone this time, smiling gently as you rev the engine and laugh.

“I’ll think about it. You know Soobin’s going to annoy the hell out of her. Talk later.” Yeonjun walks inside, the two of you getting the chicken and beer before heading back to the house in comfortable silence.

—————-

When you get back around an hour later, the first greetings are from Taehyun and a man you assume is the infamous Soobin.

“Dude, what took so long!? Beomgyu said we had to wait outside for you to get back!”

The tallest of them, dark hair in his eyes, speaks in a frantic tone, looking a bit frustrated as you notice a little nose peep from his sleeve. That had your focus.

You were practically vibrating with excitement at the little creature. Kai noticed it, too.

“Y/N, this is Soobin. Soobin, Y/N. And the little nose you’re so jittery about is Odi. Yeonjun should be here soon if he has any se-“

A loud motorcycle cuts him off. The rather tall male you had been battling jumped off once parked. The fifty minutes it took for you to get chicken and beer was enough for him to shower and change, now in a mesh top and leather pants paired with a tattered red crop top. How was he so hot?

After a few seconds of silence, you decide to go inside to stop any conversation with the man. You couldn’t even think after seeing his toned stomach. This man was too much.

“Why did she run off like that?” Taehyun speaks up with a confused expression, knowing you to be a bitch with a respectful flair.

“He’s the guy from the coffee place.”

“Wait, she's the girl who nearly punched you?” Soobin speaks up in shock, now looking entertained while Yeonjun turns a gentle shade of red.

“Can we go inside now?” The eldest mumbles in embarrassment, Odi hissing as he walks past them all. He hated when people started teasing him. It gets annoying fairly often when dealing with his bandmates.

As he goes up the steps, the three others follow him closely with small smirks adorning each of their faces. He never reacted that way to their teasing. You must have some sort of magical ability to make yourself a touchy subject.

You had taken a seat beside Beomgyu, the two of you talking about different music and fashion. You had similar tastes. When the door opens, you let out a tiny whine of protest.

“Let’s practice, guys. I came here because I never really go to our weekly rehearsals and Kai isn't very happy about that.” The eldest speaks up in a stern tone, leading all of them to follow him into the practice room. You had practically gone mute since they came inside, sticking close to the two you were most acquainted with.

On the way down into the basement area Soobin comes beside you, poking your side with a shy smile. He was charming to you, catching your attention with his hand pulling the prickly little creature from his hiding place.

“Do you want to hold him while we practice?” The soft voice hits you with a comfortable feeling. You feel that you can trust Soobin.

An excited squeal leaves you, making a rather startled Taehyun turn to you in shock. Once he sees your hands reaching out for a fairly pissed-off Odi, he smiles. With a small nudge to Kai, the two younger men silently coo at your cute reactions.

Once he was in your hands, his spines slowly started to go down, showing him to be a bit more comfortable with the transfer. You then move around parts of the hoodie, petting Odi to prevent any stress from the movements. His interest becomes similar to that of where he was before, rooting his way into your sleeve with a few hissing sounds.

“I'll make sure to take care of him.” You respond in a quiet voice, matching him with a tiny smile to the creature that took residence in your sleeve. The actions of Odi had drawn a bit of shock from Beomgyu, the five of them knowing just how much the hedgehog hated everyone aside from his owner.

“I'm surprised he likes you so much. Took Soobin months to get Odi to even come out of his hiding spots.” Yeonjun speaks coolly, causing a negative response from the little hedgehog. The moment you feel his spines prickling you, a hiss leaves your lips in protest of it. He must not be very fond of people if a voice can make him startle so easily.

“He should calm down soon. He likes music…” Soobin mumbles from your side, looking a bit flustered at how easily you had relaxed with his beloved pet. A smile crosses your face when you nod, nudging the shy man with your shoulder before you all enter the practice area and take your places around the vast room.

You had taken residence on a blue suede loveseat, watching Soobin tune a bass guitar while the others prepared their instruments of choice. Yeonjun, however, was humming to himself while zoned out in the corner. This gave you a better chance to look him over. This time without prying eyes.

The way his hair settled over his left eye, the sharpness of his jawline… But that wasn’t where you fixed your gaze. You had honed in on the plush, pink flesh of the man's lips. They were slightly bitten, parted as he sang breathily to himself. He had on a tinted balm, making his lips even prettier. You continue to admire them, watching as a cherry sucker was pushed into his mouth to rest on his tongue. The thought of the things he could do with just his mouth had you feeling warm.

Kissing down your back, licking at the skin when he wasn't sinking his teeth into the supple flesh. Nipping your ear with each deep thrust he tormented your body with. His lips would be so gentle yet so harsh at the same time, whispering filthy words into your ear with that pretty smile across his face.

“He’s gonna notice you if you don’t stop, you know.” The quiet voice of Taehyun breaks your train of thought, face turning a deep scarlet as you feel your arm get scratched up. You never got a break between him and Soo-Ah. You look over at him with an annoyed face, unsure of how to handle this.

“You just love being a thorn, don’t you? Don’t start with me tonight, Hyunnie.” You mumble shyly, looking back to Yeonjun to see him staring right at you this time. His eyes were full of mischief, lips puckered around the candy now. Without thinking, you glance down and watch the way he licks and sucks at the candy. He then stands up, walking over to you before taking the candy from his lips.

“You aren’t very discrete, are you?” He taps the fruit-flavored candy on your lips while speaking, Taehyun walking away quickly. He knew the whole time and never said a word; Never once hinting at knowing you were eyeing him.

After a few seconds of silence, he shoves the candy into your mouth, a surprised gasp being your only response to the man and his actions.

“Hold on to it for me, okay princess?” A small wink places emphasis on his words, the flirtatious man walking to the mic with a chuckle as you keep the candy in your mouth.

“Good girl…” he mutters under his breath, catching the attention of Soobin who wears a knowing smirk. He had seen Yeonjun through every bit of his life. He watched Yeonjun get his hopes up and his heart broken until he couldn’t take anymore and returned the favor.

He knew Yeonjun was going all in, but would you?

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“What do I even wear? Is this place casual?” You speak to a fairly entertained Soobin, unsure of what to wear for the bar trip you were taking to see them play. He had shown up in leather, but that was something you had yet to own much of.

“What about the dark green strappy one in the back? It would fit the atmosphere and make you look pretty. I saw a photo of you in it.” He speaks softly, a smile clear on his face when he pulls it from the closet.

“Put it with those platform shoes over there and it’ll look super classy. Maybe put a leather jacket over it?” He continues, handing you the dress to fetch the other items mentioned. One thing you learned over the last two days was he had style.

He was also an absolute angel to you. That was why he was here helping you.

“Thank you, Soobin. I knew I could count on you!” The playful tone makes him giggle, shoving you into the dressing room area so you would hurry up and change.

And you had to hand it to him, you looked hot. The dress fit perfectly around your hips and waist, covering the front while most of your back and ribs stayed exposed. The thin straps were silver, matching the shoes he had recommended. Adding your biker jacket would suit the colors beautifully. Once you grab the jackets you have, your eyes drift to the one the boys had left here when they came to watch a movie this afternoon.

It was riddled with buckles and zippers, most of them having been added by the person in question. It also fits you gorgeously. With a small grin, you grab the jacket and put it on over the dress. The older male doesn’t miss a beat, chuckling at the painted, white letters on the back of the sleeve telling him who the article of clothing belongs to.

“It looks amazing.” He speaks cooly, spinning you gently before leading you to the door.

The drive to La Luna was slow, the two of you laughing and cracking jokes the whole time. After a while, the street ahead clears and he pokes your side to challenge you.

“Let’s tear out! I know you want to.” He speaks up, a sly grin on his face when you rev the engine and giggle.

“Hold on, princess. You asked for it.” Your words make him chuckle, gripping you tightly when you launch through the empty streets and laugh.

—————-

God, you were glad you had help getting dressed. Everyone was in leather and studs, making the outfit Soobin put together look luxurious without drawing a ton of attention to you.

The bar was packed with leather and satin-clad individuals, some smoking and some not.

A few people move around you, stuck in their worlds. Maybe La Luna was a place you would go to more frequently.

“I have to go get dressed. Every performer here has something they wear to pull attention. A shock factor or attention grabber. Try to keep your jaw off the floor for me.” Soobin teases you a bit, rushing to the back rooms with a smile to the bodyguard.

With a small huff, you sit at the front. A man walks over with a face you recognize and an apron you didn’t.

“Hey, Yuta. Didn’t expect to see you here.” You speak in a calm tone, watching as he sets down a glass with what looked like White Russian inside.

“My favorite. Thank you. Speaking of favorites, have you heard from Mark?” You wink at the man, him nodding over to the bar where you see a rather calm-looking Mark with newly pink hair.

“There he is, but you probably came here to see your future husband~” Yuta teases you, grinning at the annoyance lacing your features. He was the same as he was before you graduated.

“Shut it, you goblin. Yes, I’m here for them.” You land a small punch on his arm, smiling a bit as you drink the smooth mix. You could tell this was made by Mark as well, having been his lab rat when he was learning last year before you left that awful school and finished your work online.

As he was coming up with retaliation, the owner of the bar stepped onto the stage. Smiling at you once he recognizes your face. His name was Kun. You knew that much.

“Please welcome your music for the night, everyone. Warm welcome.” You then watch as they all step on, your eyes widening at the intensity of the outfits. How in the hell were those comfortable?

Each of them was in leather head to toe, the outfits covered in belts and buckles down to their boots. Each of them had some type of individuality despite their outfits all being similar. Soobin had a more sleek style, the mandarin collar covering half of his neck. Kai had a harness situation, drawing eyes to the belts around his chest and up to his ethereal face. The lines of the two outfits were perfectly suited to their owners. The next to catch your eye is Beomgyu. His fit was perfect. Taehyun was relaxing in the back, making it a bit hard to see his figure.

Then there was him.

The moment Yeonjun stepped onto the stage, he had all of your attention. From his silver hair down to the pointed black boots he adorned. The buckles were mostly around his arms, the harness pressing into him in every place it could.

With a tiny giggle, Yuta stands up to deliver more drinks. The look on his face tells you that he noticed your gaze on the older male. That would be interesting to deal with later on. When you look back up, you see Yeonjun pull a sucker from his lips and smile while handling the mic.

“Hi, everyone. Thank you to those who came to see us, and to those who didn't. Our name is TbyT and this is our song ``Can't You See Me.”

Once the music starts, you seem to feel every emotion possible while listening. The beginning draws across your skin in goosebumps, the men taking turns singing with Yeonjun in the lead.

‘I’m yours, You were mine Secrets of the world That eternal promise was like magic Our Scintilla bloomed underneath the starlight Now see them burn in fire Turned into ruins, our memories into ashes’

The song plays loud, their voices melding into a smooth melody as it slips through the bar. So this was what Kai meant in the past.

‘ With resentment, my heart is heavy Cuz you don’t understand me To make my resentment stop, please Take my hand, once again’

A small chill rolls throughout you, eyes locking with Yeonjun’s. Raw emotions passed through his face in waves. Hurt, frustration, sadness… All of the feelings he hid behind cockiness and disinterest were in the light now. What had he gone through?

‘ Crumbled sand castle, who’s a liar Dancing fire at the end of the world Can’t you hear it? My voice searching for you Once again I’m left alone “Save me”

Can’t you see me? Like on that magical day, say “Believe me” My heart incinerated, come and feel me; feel me Oh can’t you see me? My friends don’t understand me, no…

Bad bad hope it’s just a painful dream Sad sad return me to your side again ‘

After a bit more, the song finishes. They all smile and bow at the gentle applause, preparing for the next song on their list. Yeonjun, however, steps down and walks to you with an evil little grin on his face. The candy in his mouth was half gone when removed, and your eyes caught on the plush pink lips that were tight in his smile.

“You must like me to have my name on you, princess.” His voice is playful this time, eyes fixed on the right sleeve where the white letters had been painted on in vinyl. With a shocked look on your face, you remove the jacket and glare over at Soobin, who had a cocky look in his eyes.

“I didn’t even know it was yours. Here.” The words leave in a quiet hiss, the tall male now inches away with a tiny grin over his features.

“And? You still wore my jacket which, as you know by now, has my name on it. You smell like me too, so that makes you mine~” Yeonjun smiles and presses his knee into your thigh, effectively pinning your form between him and the table.

“You’re instigating.”

“So what. You’re the only interesting person here. If I get hit, it’ll be worth it. So do it.”

Anger bubbles in your chest at his words, the pit forming in your stomach now heavy and dark. With a deep breath, you move closer and smile. You weren’t losing to your anger tonight. When you get within a foot of him, a tiny giggle leaves his throat.

“You know what? Yes, I have your name on me right now. And I also probably smell like your perfume because of this jacket. The thing is, I could care less. And by the way..” You smirk and grab the sucker by the stick, pulling it from his lips with a pop. Displaying a small smile on your face, you push the candy into your mouth.

A look of pure shock crosses his expression as you tussle his hair and wink. “You would look good with a peachy pink in your hair. To bring out more of your complexion.” Yeonjun gawks at you for a moment, wondering what could have gone through your head at that moment.

With a final giggle, you move towards the bar and away from Yeonjun.

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After some time, you find yourself seated at the bar while talking to Mark, enjoying the music from the band of men you’d grown accustomed to.

“So who was that guy you were messing with? A friend of yours?" The elder male questions you, voice laden with humor.

"God, no. More like a pain in my ass." You respond in a gruff tone, slamming back the shot of gin that had been placed in front of you by your friend.

"And yet you practically spit-swapped him," Yuta speaks up from behind you, taking the other shot with a pointed look. It was clear he wasn't going to be letting you get hazed tonight.

"So what if I did? He did it to me first."

"Are you leading him on? Because last time I checked you refused to date anyone." Mark asks in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling when you choke on your drink.

Were you stringing Yeonjun along? Where was this going between the two of you? Were you toying with him? No. You wanted him. Every fiber of your being wanted that man, but you wouldn't admit it out loud. Not yet.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing if I'm honest. This whole thing started of nowhere and now he's EVERYWHERE. But… I don't mind it. It's refreshing to have him around even when it IS pissing me off. All of them are amazing if I'm honest. Beomgyu is funny, Soobin is my guardian angel, Kai is my universe, Taehyun is super sweet when he's not being a smartass… And Yeonjun is as spunky and rude as me. It just works."

"So you're saying you want to stick your tongue down his throat, but don't want to deal with another Doyoung situation," Mark speaks before moving back, expecting a hurricane of rage to leave your lips. But nothing happens. Not even a sharp look.

Your lack of response shellshocked Yuta, eyes bulging from his skull at Mark's haphazard mention of your ex. He knew better than that. But something was different this time.

"You know what, fuck it. I don't care about that jackass anymore. It's such a drag, honestly." You throw back one last shot, grabbing the cigarette from behind Mark's ear along with the lighter you knew would be in Yuta's left apron pocket.

You sigh to yourself, standing from your seat before walking to the back door. You weren't sure why you suddenly felt the need to run off. Nor were you understanding the reaction you had.

It wasn't normal for you to respond kindly OR walk away from the people you had grown accustomed to. No matter what, you had never just walked off.

Leaning back against the cool concrete wall, you look up at the sky. It was a bit cold tonight, your breath just barely visible as you let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I'm fucking ridiculous…" You chuckle out, placing the filter in your mouth and lighting the other end, the strong menthol flavor nearly causing you to choke.

With each exhale, you feel less and less care for the aforementioned male. Less hurt, less anger, less confusion.

"You look like you could use some company." The voice of Kun pulls you out of your mind, a gentle smile on the man's face when recognition glints in your eyes.

"Do I, old man? You're one to talk." He chuckles and stands beside you, taking the cigarette from you to take a drag for himself. The familiarity of it all was comforting.

.

"Oh, I know. Gonna tell me why Yuta looks like a deer in headlights and keeps hitting my bartender?" You smile at his words and look over at him, eyes filled with humor and relief.

"Well, Mark mentioned Doyoung. That's why he's getting slapped. My reaction to it was probably what scared our poor Yuta."

Kun raises a brow, unsure of what to say in response. He hadn't been too present with you, but he knows what pisses you off

"I just… I didn't feel anything. About him. So I didn't react at all. Just decided to come smoke one of Mark's cheap nasty menthols and let it be."

A smile graces the elder male's face, eyes on the ground as you both continue passing the cigarette back and forth to one another. His next words bring a smile to your face. One that could rival the sun.

"You finally moved on, then?"

You take a moment before answering, letting the comment sink in fully.

"I did."

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After a couple of hours, you find yourself in Kai's living room with the five of them, sitting on the floor with various drinks.

"Let's play a game," Beomgyu speaks up, eyes flitting to land on you. This wasn't going to go well.

"Drink or dare?" Huening Kai suggests in a teasing voice, eyes running up and down your figure. This causes your fight or flight to kick in, and hazy memories of skinny dipping in December come to mind.

"Hell no! You'll target me!" You squeal in a panicked voice, cringing at the memories playing behind your eyes. The boys start to argue amongst themselves, all wanting to play different things.

All except Yeonjun, who was tapping at his phone with a bored expression. He seemed as used to their antics as a bird to morning fog.

"Fine! Let's just play double down. It's easy. You answer the question or you take a double shot of whatever the challenger gives you." Taehyun eventually caves and the others fall into an agreement.

"Y/N, you first," Soobin speaks beside you, eyes filled with mischief. This was going to be interesting.

With a smile, you grab random bottles and add a tiny amount of each to a shot glass, only speaking up after mixing the nightmare concoction.

"Soobin, what's one thing you've never told anyone in this room?" Your voice is like velvet, watching the man squirm nervously in his spot. He gulps down the lump in his throat, inhaling deeply as he eyes the shot.

With a small sigh, you hand over the glass with a glint in your eyes. One that told him he would regret it if he drank.

"I… Slept with Lea a while back." Soobin mumbles quietly, eyes on the ground to avoid the thoroughly appalled eyes of your best friend.

"I'm not even going to ask. Taehyun, your turn. Y/N, keep that shot for now until someone drinks." Kai speaks cooly, eyes drifting to the second youngest in the room.

"Yeonjun, I've noticed you keep staring at a certain someone. Want to tell us why?" Taehyun speaks in a playful tone, holding out the shot with a raised brow and an evil grin. You knew there had been eyes lingering on you, but you hadn’t anticipated Tae being forward about it.

He knew damn well that either way Yeonjun was in a corner. This upsets the elder a bit, his brows knitting as his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes then drift to you again, face contorting into a bit of embarrassment.

"You little shit. I'm not drinking that. I started staring when I met them. They're angry, funny, and fucking sexy all at once. Stubborn and still loving as well. Why wouldn't someone stare at the whole package?"

You feel yourself turn a deep crimson, a tingle running up your spine at the thought of him staring at you whenever your eyes weren't on him was flattering, to say the least.

The two of you hold intense eye contact, neither of you daring to look away from the other. A heavy tension surrounds you both, your mind thinking back to the interaction earlier.

What you fail to notice is the grin across Kai’s face. From the moment you first spoke about the man in the cafe, he knew you had bluffed about hating the man. He knows you like a challenge."

“Whole package, hm? So you admit you’ve been set on me?” A smirk appears on your face now as the man unwraps yet another lollipop and sticks it on his cheek. Your eyes drift down once again to his plush lips, mind spinning as he slowly licks over them with intent.

“Oh, for sure. I’ve never gone this far out of my way to get a girl to notice me. Ask Kai.” Yeonjun jerks his head in the direction of the youngest, eyes filled with a mix of determination and cockiness.

Beomgyu claps his hands with his eyes widened. “Back on topic! Y/N, What kink are you shyest about?” The question throws you off in an instant as you knock back the disgusting combination on impulse. The burn is nothing compared to the taste, both mixing into a gasoline-esque mix of terrible.

“Damn!” The shocked curse that leaves Kai when you choke is enough to make everyone chuckle at your antics. Soobin moves closer, patting your back with a shy grin when you glare in his direction.

“Fuck. I hardly even heard the question before. Shit!” You choke out your words, breathing heavily as you try to recover. Yeonjun thinks about making a move to help but freezes up when Kai moves to your side faster.

Yeonjun feels so far but so close in that moment, eyes casting down as Taehyun watches with a sly smile on his face.

"I'll still answer. I… have a spit kink." Your face flames with heat as Yeonjun snaps to meet your gaze in a bit of shock. Fuck, you were hotter every time you opened your mouth.

Soobin grins as he stands up, whispering for Kai to move as well. They share a glance with Beomgyu then, the man nodding as he shoves Yeonjun beside you and giggles.

"Hey, what the fuck!" Yeonjun is fast to respond, face beet red when his hand brushes your own. You had watched in shock, eyes fixed on the others as Kai raised his hands in defense.

"Stop being a pussy!" Soobin says to the eldest and grins, watching as the two of you squirm. When Yeonjun goes to move away, you grab his arm and pull him down, sighing as you mumble a fast 'it's okay' to console his slight panic. This makes him slump down with a small pout.

The pout that makes you want to kiss him.

The game continues like that, everyone taking at least five shots before you move on to another game. All of you were laughing and having fun, Yeonjun staying close to you as best he could even in his slightly drunken state.

Hours later, you all end up sitting on the couch, talking about random things and joking around. This was when you decided to be a bit bold.

You reach an experimental hand out to his hair, eyes focused on Kai as he makes a scene out of his story. Yeonjun tenses a bit, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye in shock. When he sees you calm and smiling at his younger friend, he looks away and chuckles.

You continue to mess with his hair, watching his muscles tense with every tiny tug of his scalp. You could tell he was flustered by now, eyes glancing at him here and there to see him gulp or fidget. This entices you further, sobering you up as you grab the stick of the sucker he had recently gotten and tug it, placing the candy against your tongue as he watches your lips in awe.

"Why are you testing me so much, y/n?" The shaky whisper catches your attention quickly, your hand leaving his hair to rest on his bicep.

"Because you're taking too long to do something." You shrug along with your response, watching his eyes darken a fair bit as he stands. Soobin throws him a questioning glance, brow raised in confusion as the elder shrugs.

You turn your attention to the TV now, watching blankly as the scene carries on and Kai continues to banter away with Beomgyu and Taehyun. Yeonjun walks over to the door quietly, grabbing his keys before walking back and standing behind the couch where you sat.

His breath fans against the shell of your ear, the scent of cherry candy mixing with his cologne as he whispers. "If you want me, then just say it so I can take you to my place and fuck you already."

A smirk spreads over your face, head leaning back as you look him in the eyes. "I want you and have since the day I met you." A growl passes his lips.

In the next moment, you feel your body being yanked to the door as a very entertained Beomgyu shifts his attention to the two of you.

"No babies~ And try not to break anything!" Yeonjun doesn't make a single move to answer, practically dragging you outside and down the steps to his bike with determination. Yeonjun turns to face you now, using his arms to cage you against the wall. Your eyes look shyly into his, air catching in your throat as presses closer.

This position made you dizzy, eyes slipping shut as the scent of his cologne once again surrounds you with a feeling you couldn't describe.

"If you want me, get on. If not, go back inside. I won't force you." The words floor you, eyes trailing his body as he backs away to give you a chance to make your choice. A shaky breath leaves you, thighs clenching at the thought of what could happen if you get on that bike. You tilt your head to the side, watching as his hands tighten on the handles. Fuck it.

With a sigh, you climb on the motorcycle behind him, hands wrapping around his waist firmly as a way to convey how sincere you were. He growls again at this, his spine shivering pleasantly before he speeds the two of you to his apartment.

The tension by the time you got off the bike was palpable, both of you feeling hot for the other whilst walking up the steps to his door. Neither of you had stopped touching the other, hands groping at your sides as you grab onto his arms and yank him into a rough kiss before he can get his key in the door.

When it opens, the two of you tumble inside, lips clashing as you shove off his coat in desperation. This movement ignites a flame in Yeonjun, your back hitting a wall as he unties the back of your dress. His hips push closer to you, firm cock against your stomach making you whimper. You knew the man in front of you was likely to be big, but you hadn’t anticipated him to be huge like this. His eyes meet yours as he pulls away, hand wrapping around your throat. A loud whine leaves you, mouth opened a bit in shock.

“You’re fucking mine,” Yeonjun growls against your throat, pulling back and forcing your jaw open before spitting in your mouth. A broken whimper leaves you at the sensation, eyes hazing as he lifts you. Your legs wrap around his waist as a startled gasp leaves you, your body hitting a mattress seconds later.

“Tell me I can have you. I want to hear it.” His tone creates a deeper ache between your thighs, your mind spiraling with desperation and desire as you lean up and tug at his hair gently.

“Choi Yeonjun, I want you to fuck me so hard that we break the bed and fall through the floor.” You speak in a raspy voice, eyes fixed on the man as he instantly rips the dress apart due to his impatience. A complaint bubbles against your lips but is hushed by his two middle fingers being shoved in your mouth.

Seeing you gag on any part of him was heaven. Watching your eyes slip shut was bliss. Yeonjun felt like he had taken a drug, and that drug was you. In the next moment, his hand works down, groping at any skin he crossed as a shaky sigh leaves you both.

You felt as though you might explode, your body quivering and hot from the smallest of touches from the man on top of you. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pouting at him.

“You want it off?” All he gets is a nod, your hands still tugging as he pulls away. Yeonjun had dark eyes when he pulled the fabric from himself, hands moving to remove his pants right after to make it even between you both. You tug him back down to you, lips catching his once more with a passion he had never experienced.

A hand moves to cup your heat, causing a gasp to rip from your throat as Yeonjun stares down at the wet patch on your underwear. "You're already this fucking wet? I thought you hated me before this, baby." His voice is deep now, a low rumble that makes you feel as though you're being electrocuted.

"Never hated you…" You struggle to speak, words mangled as he rubs you through the thin lace fabric, eyes alight. The air was heavy with lust by now, bodies radiating heat with every new sensation.

Yeonjun continues teasing you this way for a while, mesmerized by the way your panties stuck to you. This quickly begins to agitate you, whines increasing in volume. His hand moves to your throat, applying enough pressure to make you dizzy.

“Don’t get impatient with me, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”

“Then hurry up, Jun. You waited this long for me, right? Good things.” The words come out breathlessly, your eyes meeting his when he finally snaps. Making quick work of your panties, he moves down your body and curses as you shiver under the cold air.

“You smell so good, Doll. Do you taste any better?” His words are punctuated by a long, searing stripe branding your core. A whining moan leaves you, hands flying into his hair as he chuckles and mumbles against your flesh.

“Fucking delicious.” With that he dives in, eating you like it was his reason for living. Your moans grow in volume now, loud pleas echoing off the navy-painted walls. You shriek when he nips at your bud, hands ripping at his hair in desperation. The sensation of his lips on you was enough to make you combust.

A guttural groan vibrates against your clit, legs trembling as he sucks against your clit. His middle finger presses to you, eyes looking up through his lashes to see your blissed-out expression.

Yeonjun then pulls back, sitting on his heels as your eyes snap open to peer at him. Your brows furrow when you notice his eyes fixed downward, a contemplative glint sparkling within them. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head in question.

“Why did you- Ah! Fuck!” You hit the mattress again when you feel three fingers slam into you with a loud sloshing sound. Yeonjun chuckles darkly at this, moving to loom over you with an evil grin when he pumps them into you. His pace is relentless, creating an intensity within you that had never been acknowledged as you dig your nails into his bicep.

“Aw, do you like that? How cute.” He coos, lips curled into a grin as you clench around him. Your eyes look into his own, fixating on the way his wavy hair cloaks his brown orbs with added lust.

“Answer me, Doll. Do you like that?” His tone shifts to condescending now, fingers slowing their assault as you buck your hips in sheer frustration. “Yes! I like it! Please don’t stop!”

A growl leaves his lips, fingers curling into your g-spot hard enough to make you lurch off the bed. Your moans get louder with every movement, that familiar knot beginning to coil for the first time tonight.

“Fuck, Jun!” You begin to squirm under his form, face scrunching up as he quickly moves down your body, lips capturing your clit again. The pleasure intensifies tenfold as you begin to see stars, gasping for air when he nips the sensitive bud.

“Gonna cum- Yeonjun I c-can’t!” You scream out, ripping at his scalp when he mumbles one last time to tip you over the edge.

“Cum.”

The dam bursts then, your eyes rolling back as a loud cry leaves you. Yeonjun continues at a slower pace, letting you ride out your high as he slips his boxers off with a small smile.

“Holy fucking shit.” The words leave you at the sight of his cock, eyes bulging at the sheer size of him.

“How the fuck are you planning to make that fit?” You speak in a small voice, face flushed as he moves between your legs. A sly smile and a wink meet your words, his eyes taking you in once again.

“Why do you think I jumped straight to three, baby? I didn’t want to torture you too much when we got to this part of the night.” All you can manage is to roll your eyes at this, yelping as he grabs your hips and drags you down the bed.

“Condom?” The question makes you giggle, a shrug being your initial response. One he didn't find funny. Yeonjun looks at you, unimpressed as you point to your arm.

“Implant. Just fuck me before I end up with cobwebs.” The comment draws a laugh from the man as he aligns himself with your entrance, eyes sparkling as he looks into yours. You feel your face flush, butterflies filling your belly at his beauty.

“Why are you looking at me like that right now?” you mumble out, looking away as he pushes into you with a groan. Your eyes widen at the stretch, a gasping moan flying from you, and your hands grab at his arms when he bottoms out.

“I just- really fucking like you. God, how are you this fucking tight?” A giggle slips from you at the remark, eyes closed with a thick swallow.

Yeonjun was panting already, muscles rippling as he tried to keep still for you to adjust. This urges you to buck your hips into him, a shallow groan hitting the air.

"You want to play like that, hm? Want to be a damn brat?" He rocks his hips into you with reckless abandon, lips going to the skin of your throat to bite down firmly in retaliation.

All you can do is moan by now, words garbled as your nails claw at his tanned skin as a way to ground yourself. Every sensation felt like a branding iron pressed into your nerves, fully overwhelming you into a mess within minutes.

When your legs move around his hips, Yeonjun feels himself get more desperate and locks his lips to yours. The kiss is like acid being poured over you both, hot and messy and filled with lust.

The two of you continue like that for a bit, his thrusts keeping their violent pace as he rocks into you with vigor.

“Fuck… you’re such a perfect little hole.” His words are hardly audible through the sounds of your moans, body tense and hot as he causes your body to slide up the bed. You clench tightly around him, pulling a deep moan from Yeonjun.

If there was anything that could put you on your knees, it was that fucking sound. That and his pretty little pout.

“Jun… please don’t stop!” The words are garbled, eyes rolling back as he moves a hand to your clit and begins rubbing it in firm circles.

The pressure builds steadily for you both as he spits on you again, a whine passing your lips in frustration. Everything about the man had you on edge, your body fighting to finish for him.

The feelings were catching up to Yeonjun by now, his eyes watering as he got closer to the edge. Your nails were digging crescents into him, your pussy tightened like a vice around his shaft.

“I’m close!” You speak in a whisper, body vibrating as he pinches your clit a few times in the midst of his ministrations. The tears gently begin to slip down his face as he bites his cheek to control himself.

A growl is all you get for a bit as his hips stagger, eyes screwed shut in concentration. Sweat beads on Yeonjun's forehead, sliding down his face as he gulps. His body was hot to the touch, his cock twitching every time you so much as whimper.

“Cum with me.” The words are enough to push you over, your molten core clenching around him like a vice as he follows suit.

Both of you ride through your high, slowing your paces as he collapses on top of you with heavy pants. The two of you stay there for a while, your hands carding through his hair gently as you both recover.

"I wasn't joking, Y/N… I really do like you." Yeonjun whispers after a bit, eyes looking up at your face. You break into a small smile, meeting his eyes to see that same sparkle lighting them again.

"I like you too. I didn't want to admit it, but let's just say everyone but you and I knew about it." The words pull a dreamy sigh from the male, his body leaning up as his lips capture your own in a delicate kiss.

This was different from any other you’d experienced, full of emotion and adoration you had never felt before. You close your eyes, leaning closer as if that was possible.

After a moment he lifts you in his arms, drawing a loud gasp from you as he chuckles.

“Shower time.”

You smile and nod, winking as you speak back. “Round two?”

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, THEODORE MACNELL. 🌑

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Kimber age: 24 pronouns: She/They ooc contact: mercilessgecko other characters in xc: Z Johns, Johnathan Brooks, Karlos Barajas, Gregory

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Theodore Macnell age: ~700 (Looks early 30’s) pronouns: He/Him series: OC  canon point: Just after waking up app triggers: Blood, Religion, Death, Violence

personality: Theo is a very kind hearted man. Quiet and strong when working, he tends to come across a little cold behind the armor. But when freed from the metal hold, he’s like a ray of sunshine. Not very shy and quick to provide, he has a deep love for everything he does, as well as servicing and protecting others.

something your muse struggles with: Self preservation, Identity, Self worth

your muse’s greatest strength: Physical tasks, Upright morality, Confidence, Kindness and Care

history / background: 

Theodore was a young man who grew up in an upper lower class family. They made their way and did so semi-comfortably, he never really had any complaints. His family was loving, and they did all they could to provide a healthy home for their kids. Ever since Theodore was young, he knew what he wanted to be: A Knight. He wanted to serve their King, and be in the front lines of protection for not only his family, but the whole town. He wanted to make a difference and be important to everyone he called his community. 

So, from a young age, Theo trained, practiced, and his parents even picked up partial jobs and side hustles to help fund his sessions with a trainer. It wasn’t much, maybe once every few months- but it was something, and he was so grateful that they even did that much. Those partial lessons mixed with his drive and attitude lead to him growing up a strong young man, one ready to take on the duties of being a Knight.

It was like he was born for the job. He went and tried for being a Knight for the throne, and really passed with flying colors. Beyond that- The King liked him. And loving King, he saw Theo’s heart and his drive that was only backed up by skill, and knew he wanted him in his court. So when Theo turned 16, he was officially taken into the Knights, and trained there onwards until he turned 20 years old, where he became a full fledged protector of the crown. And he loved it.

He was happy. He was able to provide his family with extra money, he was able to serve his kingdom, and he was able to protect his people. It was all perfect. 

The only thing to make it even better was running into a beautiful man on a night out, when Theodore was 23. J. Scarlet was his name, and he was gorgeous. Across from the bar, they two shared glances and looks, until Mister Scarlet walked over and sat beside Theodore. They instantly hit it off. He was kind. Charming. Beautiful. Striking in every way- Theo was enamored by this man. He figured… What was a bit of fun? As the night ended, Theodore asked to see him again, at least just once more.

Once more became many. They would meet similarly time and time again, and talk for hours. Interest became infatuation, and infatuation became love. Soon, it was every night that they met. They would stay at each others homes, they would shop in the mornings, Theo even taught Scarlet a few tricks with the sword. It was a beautiful relationship. 

But being a Knight is a sacrificial job. Theo was about 30 now. There was an enemy gathering, coming to threaten his home. Theodore went up to the front lines to lead the charge- And in the heat of battle, was hurt in his chest. An arrow, clean through him, left him completely immobile and bleeding profusely. He was taken to the closest doctor, but he deemed Theodore a lost case. Scarlet came as fast as he could, just in time to see his lover begin to take his final breaths…

He couldn’t let him go. No. He loved him. Scarlet loved him. When they were alone, Scarlet held onto Theodore… “I love you…” He said. “Please forgive me…” Just then, for the first time, Scarlet bore his fangs, and bit into Theodore. He turned him, hoping to save his life from the fatal wound… And it did. Just in time, Theodore was saved from the mortal wound, and was now taken into the world of Vampirism. 

It was… Complicated. How to feel about this. They spent long nights discussing, clarifying, even somewhat arguing and crying over what happened and what it meant. But in the end, they decided that they were still meant to be together. Though it was a selfish act on Scarlet’s part, Theodore admits he would have done the same if he could. So they agreed to continue living together, loving one another.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Scarlet invited Theo into his world… Into the Ministry. The Ministry was a group of devout religious followers, made up of entirely vampiric individuals. Scarlet was offering Theodore to be a Knight, a protector for them. After giving it much thought, and even conversing with his king (though he left out the vampire part), it was decided that he would join Scarlet in this group. The King said that he always had a home in the Kingdom- So he was free to pursue his whims. He was a general Knight for the whole Ministry, but also a personal one for Scarlet, for he was a bit of a higher figure among the ranks. And honestly, it worked out rather well. Theodore was happy in his job, and was very good at it. Scarlet enjoyed his company- And the two blossomed their love for one another for years to come.

Years went on with general security… Until there was something… Lurking. A spy, within the Ministry, sent to take out and kill Scarlet. He took his time getting close, comfortable- And he striked, aiming to assassinate the man. However, Theodore never was away from his side. He was growing suspicious from day one… So when he saw this spy getting closer, he suddenly jumped in the way of the leading attack that was MEANT for Scarlet. Now, this was no ordinary attack. It was meant to kill a Vampire. In the heat of the moment, Theodore thought that since Scarlet saved his life… It was only fair to return the favor. So he took the hit, knowing the consequences.

Scarlet was afraid. He held Theodore as the assassin ran- cradling him in his arms as he struggled to remain awake. Time and time again, the world tried taking Theodore… But time and time again, there were options. “Sleep, my love…” Scarlet said. “There is a special sleep we can put you in, allowing you to heal. It will take a long time, though, I’m afraid…” Theodore looked weakly. He asked if Scarlet would wait for him… And he was greeted with a tearful smile. “I will wait… For as many years as it will take, I will wait.” 

Theodore didn’t have much time to consider, so we agreed to the comatose state, being laid to rest so his body could properly heal it’s wound. He hoped to wake up to Scarlet again, and continue living their beautiful life together.

No one could have predicted that he would sleep for 700+ years. He was laid to rest in his armor, set for protection from anyone a little too curious if they were to find him. So when he finally rose up, awake and well, to a very… Dilapidated setting, it was safe to say he was worried. Very worried. 

Theo crawled out of his sleeping chamber and glanced around. This wasn’t the home he fell asleep in. Everything was… Different. Very different. He was taken aback by the noises, sights, smells- He was barely given time to process this world when he was then shifted completely. Blinked out of reality. He was now… Somewhere different.

He had no idea what was going on. And frankly? He was a little afraid.

powers / abilities:

Polymorph: He can shift himself into a poisonous Snake.

Blood Regen: When he drinks blood, he can regenerate his health in small increments. 

inherent abilities:

Night Vision

Proficient in a Sword and Shield

heightened senses

slightly heightened physical capability

items / weapons:

Great Sword

Large Shield with the Ministry Symbol

Knightly Armor

A silver ring with engravings on the inside

starting ability: Blood Regen

starting item: Knightly Armor

extra:

He’s a vampire succ your blood

He hates sunlight like. MORE than the average vampire for some reason. Like he REALLY hates it.

Sometimes the lights are on and nobody’s home…. Sometimes everyone is home but the light burnt out. You know how it is. He’s just a little guy, but a grandpa at heart. What do you mean you have a little man in a box talking to you... (Marziphone)

discord id: elder.blood (Repurposed Anthony’s Discord)

[alienorstyx]

A night in Paris

 Since AO3 is down for the moment, I will re-post my fanfiction works here.I have a lot of work ahead of me (Ahahah).

Enjoy the first chapter.

The bells rang the end of World War II, it was finally the time to rebuild the devastated lands of Europe, to repair the hearts of men and restore their faith in humanity. In this new battlefield, a woman, France, sought to find peace in her heart and perhaps love will regain its place. However, in this post-war world did love still have its own place?

Chapter 1: Coffee

The Second World War was finally over a few years ago, and he was there in Paris, in this bar, drinking his glass of vodka. The young woman who came to him was of course France, she was so beautiful, so cute and what a pair of nice thighs. USSR wondered what kind of softness could be her cute ass and also for her generous breasts. But he had to stop thinking about it, France had just sat in front of him. USSR noticed that she seemed to be unhappy or sad about something.

-Is there something that bothers you, France? Asked URSS as he was  looking at her with a worried look, as she hesitated to confide in him.

After what seemed like a long time but was only a few minutes, she decided to open up a tiny part of her torment.

- Yes, something is bothering me and I can't find a solution to it.

- What is it?

-It's about my past, about the fact that I, my people, were divided,  like... I.. I can't recognize myself when I look at my face in the  mirror. But that's not the only problem, that I'm facing.... Eh, I am  indeed a pretty doll completely useless serving strictly for nothing,  don't you think?

Tears began to slide over her delicate face.

-No! replied the USSR, calmly, it pains him to see her in this state.

She gave him a weak smile, her lips still trembling. She tried to stay straight, she didn't want him to see her in that disastrous state. She felt so pathetic at that time. What was wrong with her, France kept asking herself, she was not like that before the two World Wars, and now she was crying in front of USSR who seemed really concerned and afflicted by her attitude, it was even quite strange that this great man usually had a cold face seemed right now to worry about her condition, and he seemed really confused. France hesitated to tell him more, she did not know how he would take it and react. Maybe with anger, sadness or then he would be so cold, so inaccessible.

Nothing was pronounced between the two countries for about five minutes, until finally USSR decided to break the ice.

-France.

She  lifted her eyes on him, there color were of a crystalline grey, there were still traces of her tears in the corner of her sweet eyes. USSR was  drowned in her eyes, he could not say another word.

The woman  notice his gaze and felt quite embarrassed, France decided to lower her  eyes as she felt the red rose to her cheeks. The two countries were  scarlet red but at least France had stopped crying, she even made a little chuckle.

-What's so funny, France? USSR asked in a deep voice and leaving no  expression on his face, he had to repress a smile seeing the red cheeks  of France.

-Nothing, really, replied France, still smiling.

- Liar.

-No, I am not. France put her hands on the table with a heavy .

"THUMB!"

USSR smiled at his reaction, and murmured:

-Gee, you're so cute.

-Have you said anything, USSR? asked France in an amusing tone.

But taking his glass of vodka to his lips, the USSR did not answer France's question.

She had ordered a black coffee who finally came, savoring it little by little, its aroma so dark diffused between them.

She tried to get him to answer but nothing worked, even when she made her puppy eyes. At that moment USSR was still lost in her sad eyes, her attempt to be joyful with a big smile was only a masquerade that was not reflected in her eyes, the truth was here, he really wanted to know what was troubling her, what was making her suffer so much. Maybe it was because he wanted to help her, she didn't look at him the same way like the other countries did, she didn't fear him, USSR couldn't understand her, France was a real mystery. Then, when suddenly she began to speak in a serious tone it surprised him, and he jumped a little bit.

-Hey, USSR you can see behind my mask, right? How broken I am inside,  even when I feel happiness when I'm teasing you... I... France looked  at the ground, her smile disappearing.

-What is your objective  France? I don't understand you, you sit at my table revealing a little  bit of what's troubling you and then after a few minutes you suddenly  wear a mask of happiness and then ... you ... seem even more depressed.  I... I'm absolutely confused about everything that just happened on you,  it worries me. Answered USSR with a wounded and confused face .

- I'm afraid to talk to someone about my problems, I think they can't   understand them or worse they wouldn't believe me about ... I'm sorry   about that. I shouldn't have.... I'm leaving now and you don't have to   worry or think about this. Bye. France rose and turned her back to USSR,  France felt her tears running down her cheeks. One hand grabbed her   wrist, she turned her head and saw USSR looking at her with a determined  look.

-France, you can tell me about it. I don't like seeing you like this.

-Will you believe me?

-I will as much as I believe in communism.

She lets go a little laugh at his answer .

-Here is my address, France gave him a small card. USSR grab it and put the card in his wallet , releasing his grip on the lady's wrist.

-See you soon, then mon ami (my friend).

France went outside of the pub.

[yestrday]

hey! happy new year. if u don't mind, i would like the academy au continuation for kuudere reader but with our classmates (xiao, kazuha, etc.) thank u!

content ! unhealthy relationships, fuckin scaramouche, hair pulling (scara), stalking, albedo looks at you like some kinda experiment, gn! reader

you might like: yan! academy second years ; kuudere! darling w/ first years

assuming that second year! kuudere darling is still as soft towards the first years but cold to the others, then i'll gladly oblige! but let's adjust it and explore the journey of our fellow classmates trying to crack apart your ice-cold shell.

it's an understatement to say that they're frustrated. you smile that rare, golden smile at those bratty children, but the moment you turn your eyes are dull and your lips are pressed into a thin line. when they call for your name, you glance at them before begrudgingly giving them a moment of your time until one of the first-years call you. they're furious, embarrassed, even, that these chicks that are so new to this competitive academy managed to garner your affection— something they couldn't do in the past year they've been with you.

still, they have to play the bigger person— they are older than them. they can't just give in to the slightest provocation no matter what! there are others who don't even bother to hide their animosity (coughscaracough), but... is it really a surprise?

scaramouche is scowling at the first-years whether or not you're looking, which only serves to make you colder to him. he's a man of fast temper and little understanding of human emotions, so your even icier attitude is making him furious faster than usual. you should be sooo grateful, you know? he's your darling seatmate, always helping you whenever your slow little brain can't even dream of processing these basic knowledge. he pokes and jabs at your skin with any pointy object he can get his grubby hands on, scratches your hands whenever they touch, and smile mockingly at you when you mess up. you should... try to cool it down? it won't be long until he's had enough of your attitude and pull you into the nearest area where he can make sure that you learn your lesson well.

thoma is a bit hurt, to be honest. he thought you two were close, especially the way you bonded in your first year over your shared similarities. remember awkward first greetings? shared shabby bento boxes? thoma has decided to leave you in the past and maintain your relationship as mere acquaintances... but he's pettier than he looks. for a moment his smile tightens when he sees the young ones dangling off your arms, but he nevertheless persists in his attempts to woo you. light conversations, goading you with food, and lovingly looking out for you in his own way. once his warm aura melts your icy facade, well, he's beyond happy! he's extra careful now that he knows you have trouble with talking to people and he makes you feel happy and warm. the first-years don't miss the sly smile he sens their way, though.

ice and ice is a bad combination altogether, but xiao has his reasons for liking you. at a glance the two of you are nothing more but classmates, only ever interacting when needed. but as soon as you turn your back, xiao is obsessed. he watches in envy as you smile and coddle the brats, and memorizes the crinkle of your eyes and the slight lift of your lips. archons, he’s so starved of your attention that he’s practically shaking. his dreams are full of basking in your warmth and rubbing skin against skin with a passion too maniac to be considered normal. but reality is often disappoint, and xiao is too inept to try and cozy up to you. if you want him to keep up with the rest of your rivals… perhaps try talking? hm?

kazuha doesn’t care too much. after all, he fell in love with everything that made you you. whether you were a disgustingly immoral person or a pure angel in aspects, he loved you and your iciness. he’s not one bit fazed, and still lingers behind you. the wind with every step he takes and you can feel his droopy red eyes fixed on your back. when you turn to him and coldy tell him to stay away, he only offers you an enigmatic smile. he’s biding his time, as always. for now, he’s content to watch you smile with the children from afar... the mirages of his dear old friend flashing behind his eyes.

somehow, albedo becomes even more excited at such a cold personality. the boy enjoys peeling away the layers to a puzzle, watching the conflicting emotions behind your eyes as the second-years hound you. he likes docile, little things, but he loves experimenting even more. there’s a bit of a high he gets when he smashes a wall down and leaves you bare for him to see and explore. he still smiles ever-so-politely, but you shift uncomfortably as he prods and pokes at your mentality. you find yourself longing for aether’s guidance or your junior’s smiles... but it’s only you and him right now.

it should be in your best interests to warm up to them even more. you don’t want them to feel like you’re slipping out of their grasps too much. but don’t open up. never. see their shining eyes and twitching smiles? these predators are not to be trusted.

so are those pretty little juniors of yours, but oh well. you’re far in too deep.

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

[hacked-by-jake]

yellow by coldplay but its mc and jake fuck it

Yes. Yes! YES! YEAH! YEP! YAH! YEEEEHHHAAAA! 100%

I'm crying. This song is actually one of my top Jake x Mc songs. But rather this one tiktok (?) version (1:20 time) instead of the original, because I have so many imagines for this part. It just fits too well to a moment when Jake and MC meet and look into each others eyes for the first time. I mean..

Imagine..

... A moment after episode 10. Richy was saved from the mine with most serious injuries. Hannah is also being examined and the group has been in the hospital for hours waiting for information, either about Hannah or about Richy.

All of you are waiting next to the door leading into the operating room area. It is a square, bare and of course, kept in all white, room, however, is open from all three remaining sides and serves as a small intersection of the hospital. You sit in the right corner of the room on blue and incredibly uncomfortable plastic chairs. Directly opposite of you is the white wall on which only a small empty picture frame hangs that you have been staring at for 20 minutes.

About two meters next to the picture frame on the left side is the passage from which you also came when you all followed the hospital staff when they took Richy to the operating area. You all haven’t spoken a word for about an hour. You all hang on to your own thoughts, trying to process and understand all that has happened the last hours. The mood is depressed and none of you would have the right words, if you wanted to talk to each other.

Of course you are also concerned about Hannah and Richy. Even if everything that happened is terrible, none of you want to lose Richy and the concern for him is big. As for Lilly and you, you’re also worried about what happened to Jake. Whether he was arrested or whether he managed to escape. All the uncertainty is eating you up and you feel like you’re starting to lose your mind while you’re waiting here and can’t do anything. Even Alan had shown up to see if there was news, but you had to disappoint him.

Alan left you again because of course there was a lot of work for him and also he could not answer you to your questions about Jake which worsened your mood even further.

While Jessy walks back and forth in front of you and keeps looking at her watch, Lilly wiggles her leg nervously up and down, which also makes you more nervous. All the stress brings tears to your eyes that you can only hold back with difficulty. Lilly sits two seats further on your right side, the chair between you is free. You turn your upper body in her direction to finally make her stop shaking her leg. But the moment you look her in the face you hear a wheeze from behind you and suddenly Lilly’s eyes widen.

Immediately you turn back to see what’s going on, but Lilly has already whispered very quietly "Jake" and jumped up. She runs towards him and almost jumps into his arms, which makes him stagger a few steps back. And indeed, there, from the corridor you came from, there’s a young man, of course it’s Jake. He is dressed in all black, as you always imagined, his breath is heavy, he seems to have run. His nose and also his cheeks have a slight redness.

His black hair is messed up and some strands hang in his forehead and almost cover his eyes, but that doesn’t makes his ice-cold blue-gray eye color less impressive, fascinating and a little respect redeeming. Now you have also widened your eyes and you definitely need a moment longer than Lilly to realize that Jake is standing here in front of you. You stare right into his eyes, he stares back . And even if Lilly clutches him tightly, he also puts his arms around her, his gaze never leaves yours. His look is so intense that you get goose bumps on your back, but that could also be due to his whole appearance. His clothes, his attitude and his incredible aura give such an extreme contrast to the white hospital walls.

Now the others finally seem to notice what is going on as well and while you get up from your chair you hear Dan murmuring "Well.. look at that, hacker man is here" But the voice of the bearded one sounds so far away from you. All you perceive is Jake, who you confessed your love to a few hours ago after he took the first step.

This is the last piece you missed until the final realization. Some of the tears that you have held back so far now flow over your cheeks and just like with Lilly, an automatically breathed "Jake" escapes your lips, which breaks off at the end, hoarse by all the emotions that flood you.

Jake’s voice is also just a whisper as he lets go a "MC", which Lilly probably sees as a sign to detach and step aside to finally give you both the opportunity to be close to each other. And you don’t let any chance pass, but walk towards him with quick steps. As if it had been agreed, you wrap your arms around his neck while he wraps his tight around your lower back and your lips collide with each other.

You tremble in his arms from the sudden and extreme release of happiness hormones. His own breath also trembles between his lips and mixes with yours. Your kiss is short but the most beautiful thing you have ever experienced.

Lack of air is the reason you have to separate, but none of you want to interrupt the close contact of your bodies, so Jake leans his forehead against yours. Your noses are touching, his breath touches your lips and you both can’t help getting another quick kiss.

To be honest, you had always expected that your first personal contact would be much more difficult and you both would be a little uncomfortable. That it might even be a bit awkward, but there is absolutely nothing like that now. On the contrary, for both of you, the reaction that took place was the only possible way to finally satisfy your longing for each other and to finally be able to look each other in the eyes. It feels more like you’ve known each other your whole life. No fear of contact, nothing, just the relief of finally seeing each other, of having shared a kiss, of being able to feel the other.

At the same time, you two start to grin and you shake your head in disbelief at the situation.

"You know I love you so... " Jake whispers softly, before he connects your lips again and lets another firework of feelings ignite in you.

<3

Wow, it wasn’t planned to be that long. It really should only be a short imagine. xD Anyway, yes, I agree with you, Anon, the song fits so well with the two. 🥺

[salvador-daley]

I wish you would write a fic where... Klaus either begins mourning Umbrella Ben and the silence he's left behind, or Klaus thinking about and comparing the two Bens? I love angst and gallows humor lol

Sucker punch

A Klaus Hargreeves minific

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write. Really got the, ahem, juices flowing. Angst in abundance here. Thanks so much for the request @hucklebunny, you’re a star. ❤️❤️

Warnings: None

Words: ~600

He orders a vodka but when Chet places his drink on the bar, it’s accompanied by a makeshift cold compress - a handful of ice wrapped in a restaurant napkin.

“For your face,” Chet says, gesturing at Klaus’ fat lip, which feels like it’s becoming fatter by the minute.

Klaus’ fingers seek out the flesh; swollen and slightly more tenderised than before. Not the first time Ben has socked him in the mouth, but certainly the hardest. When did that asshole learn how to throw a punch?

“Thanks. Put it on my tab will you, Chet, my good man?”

Klaus tips the brim of his hat at the old fart who seems to serve every function in this hotel: bartender, receptionist, bellboy. Marriage counsellor. Keeper of secrets. Turner of blind eyes.

Chet treats Klaus to a half-eyeroll and then slinks away to tend to his lobsters in their tank behind the bar.

Future Klaus will have to worry about closing that tab. Present Klaus will press this ice pack against his maxilla and attempt to drown his sorrows until that time comes.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt so much if it had come from someone else. The big guy maybe, or the one with the birds. But it was Ben who had hit him. His Ben. A new, grumpier Ben with a chip on his shoulder and a cool facial scar.

But it was still Ben.

Wasn’t it?

Okay, so maybe Klaus had been a little over-excited to see him. But can anyone blame him? Klaus thought he was dead.

Well, he was dead, previously. But really dead this time - dead and gone. Poof. Into the ether, never to be seen again.

How was Klaus supposed to know his own brother wouldn’t remember him? Him, Klaus - the one whose every waking moment Ben has spent the last 16 years haunting?

Maybe you’re not as memorable as you think you are.

That’s what he would say, if he were here. Or, if not that, some other jibe or sarcastic aside.

God, how Klaus misses that miserable little bastard.

Klaus can barely remember a time when Ben wasn’t just there; following him around, providing unwelcome commentary on everything he did.

Klaus, don’t do that. Klaus, don’t sneak ketamine into rehab. Klaus, don’t set the church on fire. Klaus, don’t drive a golf cart through a Walmart window.

A fat lot of good any of that did. Klaus did all those things and more with Ben looking on with that trademark shake of his judgemental little head.

God, how Klaus misses that shaking head.

That sanctimonious flick of his eyes.

That huffy sound he used to make when he was really frustrated.

Klaus takes a sip of his drink and winces at the sharp pain in his face.

No. That was not his Ben back there. That was someone else. Some imposter or apparition. A freaky funhouse mirror version of Ben with a pissy attitude and a bad haircut.

And that was not his father proffering Dutch butter cookies in a blue tin, either. Reginald Hargreeves’ tins contained only knuckle dusters and pliers for removing teeth. And he never shared shit with anyone, not even the answers to the most fundamental of questions.

And if Dad is not Dad and Ben is not Ben, then what else is different? Who else is reflected in those wavy mirrors? What other possibilities does this new timeline hold?

His mind wanders. A semi-formed thought drips from his ear and snakes across the bar. It makes a trail to the floor and extends a long, pointed finger under Klaus’ barstool. And with it, it taps him - tap-tap-tap - on the heel of his boot.

“Time to stop moping, cowboy,” says Diego, landing a heavy palm on Klaus’ shoulder. “Luther got Chinese, do you want some?”

“Moo shu pork?” Klaus asks, hopeful.

Diego nods. “Yeah, we got you moo shu.”

Klaus raises his fists in a “Yay!” and jumps down from the bar.

The boot can wait. For now.

All these time travel shenanigans have given him quite the appetite.

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