#i'm still trying to work out which is cuter

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Feliz aniversário @skellybonesandtrees Wishing you a very happy birthday Deni, and an enjoyable healthy year to come. Have fun, stay safe, amor e abraços Suzanne xx

[softestbabydoll]

thinking about constructionworker!toji who's at your house, working on renovations for the first story flooring since he’s gotten hired by your father. though he had little to no knowledge about how to actually build anything, the money was good so he took the opportunity.

you're woken up by the sound of a drill and hammers banging nails into the walls. groggily, you raise yourself to sit up in your bed, rubbing your sore, puffy eyes as the piercing sound of tools makes your ears ring loudly from all of the noise. why the hell would they come so early to work on the house?

slamming your head back against your pillow, you pick your other pillow up and press it against your ear, trying to drown out some of the noise coming from downstairs, but it's no use.

instead, you roll of bed and slip on your silk robe, wearing nothing beneath it. you’re gonna give whoever’s making all the noise a piece of your mind. walking out of your bedroom and up to the railing of your upstairs balcony, you see a team of men in yellow hats and orange vest doing random handiwork as you look down. you spot the one black haired man placing wood tiles onto the floor, and doing a horrifc job at it—toji.

"do any of you know what time it is???" you yell over the noise of the men working, your voice is barely audible over the noise but some of them turn their heads toward you at the sound of your voice before turning their attention back to their work. toji lifts his head to see you standing above him, your arms folded across your chest with a scowl on your face. your disapproval is obvious which makes him chuckle.

"i can't hear you!" he yells back at you, waving you to come downstairs. "maybe you should come down here so we can talk!" you roll your eyes and sigh at his request, walking to the staircase to step onto the first stair as you descend down. you approach toji as you stand there above him, looking down at him as he raises his head, the corner of his scared lips curling up into a smirk as his green eyes meet your piercing stare.

"why so cold, little lady? i'm just doin' my job." he says, looking back down at the wooden tiles as he places them on the floor. it's not like you knew the first thing about construction, but you could tell his technique would definitely cause more issues with the floor than it already has. "8:00 o'clock in the morning is a perfect time to come over and do construction.” you barked, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you look down at your imaginary watch on your bare wrist.

toji stands up from his haunches, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with a gloved hand as if he's actually done anything worth sweating over. he places his hand on his hip as he looks over at you, his towering height looms over you which makes the scowl you have on your face even cuter. "your dad's out so i assumed the house was empty, let me apologize for waking you up." his voice is genuine, but you don’t catch it because you’re eyeing him up and down.

he's clad in a white thank top, speckled by dust and dirt from hours spent working on the floor. his tools hung from a worn, brown belt strap slung low around his beige work pants. maybe toji stood out to you the most because he's the only one half dressed for construction—not that you were complaining.

each time he raised his tank to wipe his face, the sharp cut of his abs and the trail of dark hair leading below his waistband became impossible to ignore. your eyes shamefully locked into the utter perfection he didn't bother hiding.

"w-well you see that i'm still here..." you whisper, your eyes glued to toji's frame as he tugs his tank back down, muscles rippling through the fabric. he runs a hand through his slick hair, his sharp eye catching the way you're eyeing him.

"you're staring." he says, his voice low and edged with amusement.

his voice breaks you out of your trance, and your eyes snap back to his face. heat crawls up your neck as you realize your expression had softened while you were ogling at the man's chest, so you scowl at him again. "whatever," you snap, quickly looking off to the side.

toji pivots on his heel to stand in your line of sight, forcing you to crane your head up at him to meet his gaze. his broad frame towers over you, casting a shadow over your face, and you swear his smirk grew wider as your breath catches in your throat.

"are you going to straighten up," he murmurs, his voice dropping, “or do i need to fuck that attitude out of you?"

before you know it, you're bent over on your bathroom countertop, legs trembling as your cunt gushes around toji's cock, slick dripping out in thick strings down your thighs. toji's hips snap against your ass with brutal precision, each trust feels like his dick is pushing into your stomach. "look at you," he growls, his voice dripping with mockery as he roughly cups your face with a large hand as he grips your slack jaw, forcing you to look up into the bathroom mirror at your face "all it takes is a good fuckin' to shut that dumbass mouth of yours, huh?"

your vision blurs as you keep staring at yourself—your hair sprawled out over your head, tears streaking your flushed cheeks and your nose red from crying—your lips are parted, trembling from the endless stream of broken moans and breathless gasps. toji leans in, his scared lips brushing the shell of your ear as his free hand slides up your belly and grabs your tits, rolling your nipple between his calloused fingers. "c'monnn, keep watchin', he sneers, his voice low and taunting. "see what you look like getting your slutty little pussy stretched out."

the guttural slap of skin fills the room, being drowned out by the muffled noises of the workers outside. the very sound you were cursing earlier now served as a shield for your shame, you thanked whatever force or luck was keeping the men obvious—to the fact you're being fucked silly by a stranger in your own house before you even got a chance to eat breakfast, and toji's absence. though it's not enough to conceal the shameful squelch of your pussy taking him in so deep. you bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the soft whimpers spilling from your throat, but toji doesn't let up.

his fingers curl into the plush of your hips, his nails digging deeply into your skin, dragging you back to meet his trust. the tip of his cock kissing your sensitive and bruised cervix that has your legs shaking uncontrollably.

"you're so fuckin' tight," he groans, his eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into you as your entrance flutters around his thick shaft. "shit, you're squeezin' me like you're beggin' me to fill you up." he lets out a low laugh, teeth scraping against the side of your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. the sting makes you cry out, your walls clamping down on him like a vice. "oh, you like that, huh? filthy little thing—this the kinda shit you've been waitin' for?"

you can barely breathe, your vision blurring as tears keep spilling over. the pressure builds unbearably fast, heat pooling low in your stomach. "i-i…fuck, i can't," you gasp, shaking your head as the intensity of toji’s fast thrust overwhelm you.

"you can, and you will," toji growls, his hand snaking down to your clit, rough fingers circling the sensitive nub with just enough pressure to send you hurtling toward the edge. "ain't lettin' you off that easy."

your knees buckle, but he keeps you upright, his cock drilling into you mercilessly as you fall apart around him. the lewd squelch of your release gushes around his length, soaking his thighs and the counter beneath you. "shit, look at this mess," he mutters, gripping your ass with one hand to spread you open, his thrusts growing sloppier as he chases his own high.

"since your squirtin' on my dick—fuckkkk...—maybe your daddy doesn't have to pay me. he'd be horrified enough to know his daughter's got off on my dick." toji goans deeply into your ear as your pussy squirts out the rest of your cum, your slick coating his shaft as it bubbles in a ring around the base of his cock. your head dips to the side before toji roughly grabs your jaw again.

"keep that fuckin' pretty mouth open," he snarls, tilting your head toward the mirror again. "gonna make you watch when I fill this pussy up. that's what you want, isn't it? my cock buried so deep you feel me for days?"

you let out a loud, helpless whimper at the mere mention of toji cumming...inside of you? you'd really be carrying a stranger's baby without an ounce of shame, and the idea of him filling you up right now doesn't sound to bad, especially when his cock is spitting you open so good, fucking you so deep and hard you can hardly form a coherent sentence.

"talk to me, girl." toji growls, his voice sharp and commanding as his trust grow more punishing. the heavy slap of his swollen balls against your soaked pussy echo in the room, their weight tightening as his cock twitches inside of you.

"y-yesss, daddy—aaahh—fuck, i-i want your seed...!" your trembling words slip through your mouth. toji groans out as he feels your walls clamping down onto him tighter and tighter, milking him harder as he struggles to hold himself back.

toji's hand comes down hard on your ass, slapping the fat of your cheeks as he grips your ass, spreading you open wider so you can take him even deeper. "mmm, that's what i wanna hear." his pace turns sloppier than before, each pump of his dick pulls another nasty squelch from your soaked cunt. "gonna pump ya so full my cums' gonna be dripping outta ya for days."

your head lolls forward, lips parted in a daze. but toji's grip doesn't let up, you feel him wrapping both of his strong arms around your waist to keep you in place, fucking your vaccum of a pussy in long, drawn out strokes as he cums deeply inside of you. your walls clamp down on him violently, spasming around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop of his cum. he stays buried inside, groaning as his cock twitches, warmth spilling deep into your womb.

"shit, you're squeezing me dry." he groans, his cock pulsating violently inside of you as your body jolts in his arms. you can feel each squirt of his seed spilling out from his fat tip, his heavy chest vibrates against you as his lets out another throaty groan. "bet this load's gonna be leaking out of you for hours, isn't it?" you give him a shy nod, your head barely moving against his chest, your body too spent to do anything else.

he smirks, feeling the slight motion. one of his hands snakes down to your ass as he kneads it possessively. toji presses his nose against your hair, inhaling your sweet scent deeply as his cock gives you another lazy throb inside of your sensitive slit. "greedy little thing," he groans as he slowly pulls out, a lewd squelch fills the room as his thick cum begins to leak out of your tiny hole.

his hand gives your ass a sharp slap, making you wince as you pussy tightens from the sudden movement, pushing more of toji's cum out as it drips down your thighs. "now go take a shower," he demands, pulling his pants back up without cleaning your juices off of his dick.

[pomefioredove]

wait wait wait, your requests are open for noble bell for this weekend only? (if i got that right?!) sound perfect gimme 14 of em. anywhos if i did not getting the date wrong i have one! and if i i did please just let me shrivel up and die, thank you.

post college rollo and reader who live together as “roommates.” they’re 100% more than roommates and everyone can see it but them. rollo is probably some senator or something and insisted reader moves in with him cause he insists that since he’s making laws more just for magicless people there’s literally no where safer for them to be. just basically some domestic fluff with two people who act like they’re married and don’t even realize it. i personally think it would be way cuter to read from the perspective of a third party but if you’re willing to write this you can do it anyway anyhow and i’ll still be happy. thank you! <3

(if i got the weekend wrong i will absolutely die so please let me down gently, i am accoustic so i no no understand very basic things such as “this weekend” or “next saturday” if the day of the week is before a saturday)

oooh a bit of a future au... this is cute

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ and they were roommates

type of post: fic characters: rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda written from a 3rd perspective

Rollo Flamme's favoritism had never been a secret.

He might have been quiet, reserved, repressed beyond all reason, but there were some things even he couldn't hide behind his star-spotted handkerchief.

The very moment you arrived at Noble Bell College, you were his.

Rollo Flamme beheld you with a sort of reverence that could be called sacrilegious. That is to say, one had never seen idolatry until one had seen the way he looked at you, the way he touched you as if you were made out of porcelain, as if he could break you with an unclean hand and a breath.

His coldness and cordiality towards the others never changed.

For all your kindness, your smiles, your gentle touches upon his cheek that he would never have let anyone else give, you could not change him. And you did not try.

It was a tragedy in two parts.

Not that it mattered, of course. Not to you.

As far as you were concerned, the world began and end with each other. In a room full of people, mages and scholars and royalty, Rollo Flamme would still only look at you.

Nothing was confirmed. Your affection for one another was kept to lingering touches and burning glances across the long, morose hallways of Noble Bell.

If anyone had asked, and they certainly did, Rollo's handkerchief would come to sit over his mouth and he would remind them that gossip is unbecoming.

And to be decent, thank you.

Yet the rumors could never be smothered, and they lingered after Rollo's first graduation, and another, and to his seat on the Fleur City Council.

You lived with him.

You lived with him, in his family home.

And he would continue to deny anything romantic, giving the same excuse that he had since Noble Bell, that you simply had no one else to look after you, and it was his duty as a civil servant to see to your care.

Which was utter bullshit.

But, perhaps, bullshit that you both believed.

Outside of the council, it was rare to see him alone. When he went out, he went out with you. When he attended public events, you walked by his side. When he worked at home, you sat in his study, by the fireplace, as if you had always belonged there. With him.

Rollo would excuse himself from small talk and after-hour business like so:

"It's been lovely talking to you, Senator, but I'll be late for dinner,"

"Please, come by my office first thing tomorrow morning. I'm expected at home,"

"I'll have to be going, now. I have an excursion on the town tonight. With whom? Well, whom else?"

It became widely accepted, amongst his colleagues and the public, that Rollo Flamme was married. One might not have guessed, of course, from his cold demeanor, but rumors of the magicless alumni from Noble Bell that he so adored smoldered.

Rollo did not concern himself with the whispers or the knowing looks his colleagues gave each other, until a warm day in late March where a well-meaning secretary from another branch asked if he had any children.

"Children?" he had scoffed. "Why would you ask such a thing?"

The poor secretary looked like he had seen a ghost. "Well... you're married, aren't you?"

"Absolutely not. What gave you such an idea?"

And he seemed reluctant to answer.

Rollo had gone home that night with much on his mind. When you asked him if anything had happened at the council, he said "Nothing eventful".

To Rollo, who had lived in Fleur City, lonely yet not alone, for so many years without a kindling of friendship and not a thought on romance, he had never once questioned your relationship. You were his companion. His first, and last. That's all that matters.

Isn't it?

He could ask for nothing more than you. Your voice, your smile, your hands and warmth mingling with his. He was happy with you. Your friendship is enough for him.

Isn't it?

Despite what he tells himself, that night, when you sit close to him in front of the fire, reading a book he recommended simply because he recommended it, Rollo finds himself looking at you twice as much as usual.

He puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, and you stay there, as if you had always belonged there. With him.

[bluewhitehues]

I hate you not ♡

Choi Seungchol × f. reader

|Arranged marriage/ forced marriage |

Genre: Angst,fluff,sort of enemies to lovers.

Summary:Married against their will, seungcheol and y/n end up hating each other.

PART 3

|Part 2 |Part 1 <MASTERLIST>

"Stop looking at me cheol your whipped is showing." You smiled mischievously looking down at your phone.

"Let it show then..you should know how enamored I'm by you.." seungcheol replied from where he was sitting opposite to you in the living room.

He just keeps making you flustered every chance he gets.

"Oh enamored??such heavy words?? Are you trying to impress me Mr.?" You ask looking up,raising your brows at him.

While you get up and make your way to the kitchen. He follows you.

"Just telling the truth my Mrs. If you're getting impressed then may be your whipped is showing too." He says holding your hand, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Just something about him, the words he uses, the way he says it to you, does something to you. that guy knows how to flirt. You shake your head to fight off the blooming blush on your cheeks.

"You've to do more than that to impress me Mr." You say scrunching your nose,looking back at him, removing his hand from your wrist.

"Really?? I'm ready but" ...he's crowding you to the counter,you walk back as he keeps coming closer .."seems pretty easy the way you're turning into a tomato." He says with a teasing smirk, hands caging you between the counter and him.

You know you're pretty easy to read especially when he makes you all flustered and a blushing mess like this. So you huff, pushing him at his chest,avoiding eye contact and brushing past him to the other side of counter. "That is different,that is not impressing me. If this is it then sorry you get a zero from me." You say shrugging. Collecting the ingredients you need to cook lunch.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

You almost drop the pot in your hands, eyes turning wide and your heart stopping.

"I- what-that - did you just ask that because of what I Said?"

"No I've been thinking about it for a while now...I want to take you out on dates.."

"Ohh"

"Yeah..so??" He asks nibbling his lower lip.

"So? " You're still kind of loading.

"I just asked you out on a date..say something?" He asks. His face looking so pale with the dread he's feeling because what if you say no, are you going to say no to him now? What if-

Your voice cuts his train of thoughts.

You come back to your senses,

"Oh um I'll think about it " You're just messing with him, but he thinks you're serious.

"Oh...okay" He says his puppy eyes shrinking in size. And now you feel bad.

You walk towards him taking his face in both of your hands ,you laugh "Hey I'm kidding ..yes I'll go on a date with you ..you sulky puppy"

He covers one of your hand with his own "I'm not a puppy" He says

"But you look like one right now ..so cutee" You say in a baby voice squeezing his face in your hands.

"Stoppp" He says through his puckered lips, with a laugh.

He removes your hands from his cheeks, pulling you in with his hands on both sides of your waist. The feeling was so warm and intimate that you felt your insides melting.

"You think I'm cute?" He asks with a smile,raising his brows.

You nod hooking your arms around his neck,"you are"

"I think you're cuter" He says leaning down,brushing his nose with yours.

You let out a giggle"it tickles" and he does it more shifting to your cheeks now,until you push him away with your hands on his chest. "Stoppp"...You say still laughing.

"I came here to cook something for us, let me do my work don't try to distract me now." You say firmly to which he quickly replies.."Let me help you then."

"I don't think you've cooked anything in your entire life."

"Woah woah are you challenging me now?"

"I'm not, just go sit there, you're going to wash dishes anyway."

"I can still do both-" he stops when he sees you glaring at him.

"Ok fine I'll sit" He says raising his hands in front of him in surrender. He sighs sitting down. A pout on his face, face between his hands where he's resting them on the table. He keeps looking at you throughout the half an hour of your cooking.

As soon as you're done,you go to him. Sitting on his lap, he's quick to hide his surprise and holds you by your waist stroking it. He kisses your cheek. "Are you tired baby ?" He asks still stroking your waist. "No but I'm hungry, we can eat after 5 minutes,the stew is boiling." You say putting your head on his shoulder. "Okay"

You're done eating when he takes you to a room. "Woahh why the hell I didn't know this, we literally have a mini theater room."You say looking around in awe.

He chuckles, "I'm sorry it's my fault for not giving you a house tour after our marriage" "Do you like it?"

"Yes I like it. But do you even use this room?"

"Only when my friends used to hangout here." "Come on let's sit, you choose a movie." He says pulling you with him to sit on the huge fluffy couch. His hand is over your shoulder,keeping you to himself.

You're scrolling through the movies,you sigh and hand him the remote. "I don't know what to choose you do it, I don't actually watch much movies."

He chuckles,"okay let's see."

He selects a movie and plays it. "Oh wait..the snacks" He says getting up going to the little shelf. He brings back few snacks and cold drinks from the mini fridge. "Woah you have everything in here." You say teasing him. He just laughs,"I do I just like everything to be perfect."

You both watch the movie. He pulls a soft blanket over both of you. You get so much invested in the movie and he finds you so adorable when you ask him questions in between. He keeps stealing glances at you and smiling to himself. 'Oh I really am so whipped.' He says to himself shaking his head. You let out a giggle and for a second he thinks That he said it out loud.

But you are laughing at some scene in the movie. You put your head on his shoulder snuggling up to him. And he has this urge to just forget about the movie and pull you up to kiss you senseless. But he's controlling himself not wanting to ruin your fun.

You huff and turn towards him,"You have already watched this movie haven't you? " you narrow your eyes at him.

"No pretty I didn't, I just heard about it from my friends." He says squeezing your hand, taking it to his lips placing a sweet kiss there.

"Then why are you not watching it? Why am I watching it alone,you don't seem interested." You say with a slight frown, pouting at him.

"Because you're more interesting to me, I'm looking at you" He replies within a heartbeat. A sweet yet flirty smile on his lips as he tucks a hair strand behind your ear with his other hand,where he's leaning on the couch. His face merely inches away from yours.

You're searching for something to say but it won't come out. You just look at him, gaze turning from his one eye to another, heart hammering in your chest,cheeks burning. You end up just being speechless and turn your head to the screen. He chuckles and just keeps looking at you and you can't take it anymore, heart beating faster by the second, so you push his cheek to make him look at the screen. But he's quick to hold your hand instead and push you down on the couch gently, hovering over you. You let out a yelp. Scolding him "Cheol"

"Sorry baby. I just can't take it anymore ..do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He says again removing a few stray hair strands from your eyes and stroking your cheek.

You relax beneath him. Melting under his warm gaze. Those doe eyes pull at your heartstrings in every way possible. You extend your hand slowly cupping the side of his face. "Well do you have any idea how pretty you are too my puppy?"

He blushes, you notice him biting his lower Lip, cheeks and ears getting red like cherry. "Yours? I'm yours?" He asks going even closer to you. "Hmm" You nod looping your arms around his waist,stroking his back, he's so warm and cozy you can't help it but crave being closer to him. "Yeah mine." You say, your voice a whisper you just want to pull him closer and capture his lips. The movie is forgotten by now, not even it's sound bothering you both because you're so lost in each other to even pay attention to it.

The air around you is thick with anticipation, both of your gazes holding desire in them. "I've wanted to kiss you the whole time but you seem to enjoy the movie a little too much-" You cut him off, "what if I told you I was just concentrating on the movie so I wouldn't get distracted by you, how I wanted you to kiss me too?"

Your breaths warm over each other's lips as you whisper those words. Not a word is exchanged after that because he wastes no time and just dives down to capture your lips within his. "Mhmm" he moans in delight after finally tasting your lips. He kisses you in such a way it leaves you chasing for his lips. there's a reason why you waited for him to kiss you this time,after the last night where you initiated it. You can tell he knows what he's doing, his moves powerful yet him holding you and handling you gently like something so so precious.

In no time he's got you gasping and softly moaning within the kiss too. He bites your lower lip, followed by the languid sucking making you gasp. You open your mouth for his teasing tongue to finally enter and claim you to be his. Your tongues fighting their sweet battle before he successfully dominates you,as if telling you to just rest and let him make you feel good.He tastes every corner of your mouth. Making you clutch his tshirt on his back, right hand coming to find its home in his hair grabbing and pulling at them gently,just enough so he would enjoy it. Your lips enveloping his lower lip and pulling it with a hum.

You both pull back, panting for air. Heavy breathes over each other lips,he crashes his forehead over yours gently. You stroke his hair, while he strokes your waist.

"You kiss like you're starving." You say between the sharp breathing, Letting out a chuckle.

He opens his eyes gazing into your own dazed ones. He also chuckles,"Yeah? Because I was..I was starving for you." He whispers stroking your cheek with one hand. Moving his head to kiss your cheeks to let you breathe in enough air before he captures your lips again. It's like he's saying something to you through the kiss, you feel his sincerity with how gentle he's being with you. You have a slow beautiful conversation throughout that kiss. "Careful there Mr.Choi".."or else I might think you're in love with me or something." You say after pulling back. Looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. He notices it, and challenges you with his own "and if I am?" Eyebrows raised and all.

You giggle pushing him off, but he doesn't budge. "Shut up, you and your 'if I'm ' "

"No Mrs. Choi I'm pretty serious...what if I'm? I mean I might be we never know..it might not be just whipped..is it already love?" You giggle again, " shut up cheol you're not ..for all I know you might just be horny" You shrug, the mischievous glint back in your eyes.

He dramatically pulls back himself away from you. "Did you just say that????" His eyes round. "If you really think that then I'm never kissing you again." He says sitting back on the couch with a big pout on his face and you almost jump up to sit as soon as he says that. "NOOO-I was kidding you, I didn't think that." You say grabbing his hand resting it on his lap. "I don't know now I'm upset."

"Noo it's my fault I'm sorryyy.. seriously I was just kidding...look at me." You whine holding his face in your hand. Pressing kisses to his cheeks until he smiles and let's out a giggle. "I know you were kidding" He says pulling you on his lap.

You bicker back and forth until he says,

"Y/n?"

You reply with a "hmm?" While admiring his pretty face and tracing his eyebrows.

"What would you say if I ask you to move in with me in my room?" He asks he seems nervous as he tightens his hold on you ever so slightly. Eyes moving constantly searching for your reaction.

You would be lying if you said you didn't think about this, you've thought about it, like will he ask me that? When he will ask me what would happen.

"I- Are you asking?"You whisper.

He nods "I'm..but if you don't want to and if it's too soon I will not rush it take your time."

You think a little about it before saying,"I think 5th month in our marriage is definitely not too soon." You chuckle.

"Right? Thank god you think so too." He sighs in relief..."so you are saying yes?" He says taking your hand and kissing it.

"I'm..Don't make me regret it though. " You say playfully raising your eyebrows.

"Neverrrr ..so it's our room from now on let's goooo" He says excitedly, lifting you in his arms to go to the room.

You laugh "heyy atleast turn the movie off"

He turns it off, taking you to his room.

He puts you down on your feet after entering the room. "Do you like it? You can change anything if you don't like it." He says showing you the room.

"No it's beautiful." You say but he doesn't look convinced. "Even if you think that,please add your own touch to this room I want us to feel it that it's our room now." He says interlocking his fingers with yours.

"Well that's so sweet of you and I think you're right ..we should change few things and add a few colours" You say chuckling.

"Whatever you like princess just give me the order." He says kissing the back of your hand.

"I don't remember you being this romantic Mr. Choi" You say eyeing him playfully.. "Well I must admit Mrs. Choi..you've changed me." He says heaving a long dramatic sigh.

You giggle pushing at his chest, he laughs too.

"Okay I'll move your stuff here let's go I'll help you pack." And like that he's personally dragging you back to your previous room,doing all the work. First you take all the essentials you require daily, and when he takes you to his walk in closet, you see he has already made a space for your belongings, leaving exact half Part of the closet empty. You turn towards him and he has a sheepish smile on his space, his ears are red though.

"So You were that confident that I'd say yes to move in Huh?" You ask folding your hands infront of you.

"Well I was hopeful ...I didn't know what your answer would be," he said with a soft smile on his face, "but for me, you already are a very important part of my life. You made a space in my heart; it's nothing if I made a space for you in the closet." He said with a shrug as if it's nothing much but ask your heart what those words of him did it to you. He tugged at your heartstrings in all the best ways possible.

You shook your head trying to stifle the stupid smile on your face ..you don't know what to say.. so you just drop your belongings on the floor and hug him. Then you look up to him,your chin on his chest. You're not hiding the smile now. "You know I'm your wife".."mhmm you are" He says coming closer his lips hovering over yours(blame him for going crazy whenever you mention that you're HIS wife.)

"So like stop rizzing me up ..you already have me." You say pushing him back with a chuckle. "Oh ?"He raises his eyebrows and chuckles "But I wasn't rizzing you up it is what it is sweetheart" He says catching your hand.

You hang your clothes and keep everything in it's place. He tells you he'll have the rest of your stuff moved here within tomorrow.

"You want to take a nap baby? "

You yawn,"I think yes I'll have to."

He tucks you in the bed, pulling the comforter over you, adjusting the ac temperature for you. You expected him to take a nap with you but he says he has some work to do, he gets beside you stroking your head with one hand and kissing your forehead. His laptop in his other hand.

You wake up after two hours, cheol is nowhere to be seen. You sit up on the bed still processing from your nap when cheol enters the room. He smiles after he sees you. "hey..slept well angel?" You nod at him eyes still not focused. He chuckles coming closer removing the hair from your face. "You are the cutest" He says placing a loud peck on your cheek. You smile nuzzling closer to his body where he's standing by the bed.

"Gotta get up bub." He says swaying you gently to wake you up. "Why?" You say with a hoarse voice. "I'll tell you after you freshen up..go" He says motioning you towards the washroom. You narrow your eyes at him but get up and go the washroom.

After you wash your face and get rid of the sleepiness you come back to him, he holds out a glass of water for you. You smile at him," Thank you. Now tell me..are we going somewhere? " You say While sipping the water.

"Yepp!! I'm taking you out for dinner so we have to get ready." He says.

"Is this the date you talked about?" You ask with starry eyes, your heart speeding up.

"It is" He nods lower lip trapped between his teeth. "Ok I'll get ready" You say excitedly going to the walk in closet.

He's nervous to say the least, but your voice cuts his thoughts off. "Cheol?" You say from the door of the closet. "Uh? Yeah sweetheart?"

"You can take your clothes so it'll save us some time..or I can go to the other room?"

"Why would you go to the other room, this is your room now" He says frowning as if you've offended him. "I'll take my clothes..I'll get ready here." He walks to take his clothes and narrows his eyes saying,"don't come out okay? " You huff, "As if I'll..shut up and go" You chuckle making him giggle.

There's even a dressing table in the closet, where you've put your make up bag. So you get ready inside itself. A white bodycon dress hugging your curves perfectly, a few accessories, wine red lips,light makeup and you're done.

"Cheol...are you done? Can I come out? " You ask him from inside when you're done getting ready.

"Yes you can." He has been ready for half an hour now but he won't say it, cause you can take how much time you want and he'll wait for you.

He's awestruck when you come out the walk in closet. "God, babe you look gorgeous." He says scanning you from head to toe.

"Thank you"you say placing your hand on your chest, light blush blooming on your face. "You don't look bad yourself." You say scanning him too. He's looking fuvking hot in his all black outfit. Your wedding ring shining on his finger,the golden rolex on his wrist.His cologne invading your senses. He's just ..perfect.

"That's all you're going to say?" He pouts coming closer to you holding you by your waist.

"Do you have something in mind that I should say?" You ask back raising your eyebrows,putting your hands on his chest.

He takes your left hand from his chest, kissing your palm or rather the shining wedding band on your finger.

"Yeah..shouldn't you say I look handsome?"

Well he does so why would you deny that.."You look handsome cheol." You say with a gentle smile kissing his cheek. He swears his heart stops beating. How did he get a stunning woman like you as his wife.

He says it's a surprise so he doesn't tell you where he's taking you. You're confused when he pulls up at the beach. You take the hand he offers you after he opens your side of door.

You're walking with hands intertwined when you ask .."You said we're going for dinner why are we-" You let out a gasp when you notice why he took you here.

He has planned a beach side dinner date, the place is decorated so beautifully with the candles and curtains,fairy lights. In between there's a table filled with food.

"Cheol- you just asked me out this morning how did you manage to do all this " You say looking around "and wait Why's the whole beach empty?" You ask your eyebrows furrowed. He's proud and satisfied by your reaction. The sheepish smile on his face tells it all.

"I've my ways sweetheart but forget about that ..tell me do you like it? " he asks nibbling his lips."I planned this because I noticed you like peaceful open places, with stars, moon and water and wind. And I figured this is more private and nicer than the restaurant."

"I- I love this cheol it's beautiful." You say still awestruck..cause this has to be the best date anybody has ever planned for you.

"Really? I'm glad you like it ..please sit." He says pulling a chair for you. You click a lot of pictures of the decoration, the dinner and the one who planned it. He gets shy so easily whenever you say something to make him smile for the picture. He clicks your pictures too. You walk around the beach hand in hand when you're done eating. You get to know more about each other, you joke around and tease each other making each other giggle and laugh.

This date turned out a lot sweeter than you thought.

Under the stars, surrounded by the nature and your favourite things along with the person who has become your favourite now. You're happy, you're so so happy and grateful, the marriage you thought was your hell doesn't seem like it anymore.

The person you thought you hated turned out to be the sweetest person ever who was just hurt behind the mask of his supposed hatred.

There never was any hate afterall you think ..and the love is blooming he thinks ...all while looking at each other, admiring and thinking all this. You shake your head with smile, he smile backs too.

"Oh I remembered what's missing" He says suddenly turning to you making you confused.

"What?" You ask. And he smiles sheepishly taking each step closer towards you,holding you by your neck,pulling you closer by your waist.

"This-" He whispers over your lips before capturing them in a sweet kiss. Under the night sky filled with the countless stars, among the sweet rustle of the wind and the sound of the gentle waves crashing. He doesn't just call you princess but makes sure to make you feel like it too, you think.

When you reach home and get changed. You're nervous. It's the first time you'll be sharing a room together,sharing the same bed. That means sleeping together. It's like feeling nervous for your first night but in your case after nearly 5 months of the marriage. He let's you take a shower before him. You're wearing oversized tshirt and shorts , him wearing sweatpants and a white tshirt.

"Cheol ..it's a little funny to me." You say peeking from the blanket. He's drying his hair with a towel. "What baby?" He asks, he's nervous too. "We are husband and wife..but we're going to share the bed for the first time after 5 months of our marriage."

"Well ..it's a little sad too baby ..I'm sorry I didn't take care of you as I should have before." He says sitting on the bed.

"Hey now ..don't get sad, if we think about it our story is much more interesting."

He chuckles,"you think so?"

You nod,"Yeah, like we fought so much after marriage only. Normal people get all lovey dovey and then after a few months or a year they'll start with the fights and all ..we've done all of that ..guess what's remaining now?"

"Our wedding night?" He says after getting beside you on the bed.

Your eyes go wide,you let out a surprised laugh,pushing at his shoulder "Nooo you pervert,I meant only happiness ..because we have already seen each other's worst,have already fought alot ." You say shrugging.

He chuckles at your reaction.," Well that's a beautiful way of putting it like that ..I think we are going to have a lot of fun." He says coming closer pulling you to himself by your waist with a mischievous smile on his face. Then he kisses you all over your face before finally kissing your lips. He sighs in the kiss."You looked really really beautiful tonight." He says placing the last peck over your lips. You smile softly at him. "And that was the best date I've ever had cheol you were perfect." You say stroking his cheeks over his dimples. "That was the goal actually, I'm really glad you loved it.. I'll make sure the next one would be even better than this." He says returning your soft smile. You bury your face in his neck. His warmth making you close your eyes instantly with the exhausting day you've had. "Good night baby" He whispers kissing your head.

A/N: Hey pretty people..I really hope you like this I've been writing this since weeks. I hope I didn't disappoint y'all. Please let me know your thoughts. And because of the love this series is getting I'll write one more part. Please look forward to it. Their second date is going to be a lot more special.😉✨️

[glitter-stained]

Ok sooo don’t know if you’ve ever already been asked this but-

I’m like a sucker for cute baby robin Jason interactions with the Teen titans. In my own wonderful world I like to imagine that Baby Jason had (has) a crush on his older brother’s cool older friends (cough cough Roy).

How do you think that would go? (I’ve thought of these scenarios soooo many times)

Especially when he meets them again when he’s older, and ripped, and ohmygodthosethighs

Just asking Fellow Jason Todd Stan to Fellow Jason Todd Stan :)

Tysm for the ask!

Hmmm

I think the more Titans Jaybin had a baby crush on the cuter it gets.

Dick: so hey Jay how was it what did you think of my team?

Jaybin, who spent way too many hours surrounded by the coolest and prettiest people he's ever seen smiling and talking to him: I think I have arrhythmia.

As for his comeback, I'm gonna be honest I'm very critical of villainous Jason, I think UTH an intelligent, enjoyable story but I personally can't get over its flaws so I'm gonna answer using some AUs of mine, please bear with me. Mostly it's just hard to analyse and make hypothesis about a characterization you disagree with.

Antigonish : that's my personal UTH rewrite where Jason is still a villain/antihero/rogue but the way I'd have written it. In this, Jason (17) looks around 17 years old at most in UTH so he's still not exactly a sexy adult but I don't think the Titans know he's back yet. At the end of Antigonish, Jason leaves Gotham and Dick only finds out from Bruce after he left that Jason's back. So I think the way Dick learns it and passes it on the Titans is "there is a very deeply traumatized highly skilled teenager wandering across the country who needs urgent psychiatric care if lost please return to Batman." I don't know when he first meets the og Titans afterwards (though he maybe meets Roy first since I kinda want him to wind up in Star City for a while, make friends with Mia), but I think there would be that "best friend's undead little brother, handle with care" vibe going on on the Titan's side. On Jason's side, I can see him annoying the fuck out of Mia lmao -"wow your older brother is so handsome I wanna use these biceps as pillows for the rest of my life", "have you seen him with Lian, I wanna bear his children" she would be SO DONE with him

Now in an AU similar to Antigonish, but also closer to canon (aka trying to mash my version of Jason into various dc canons held together with glue to have in character!Roy with an older version of Antigonish!Jason teaming up) which I will call the Jayroy AU as its sole purpose for existence is that I want these people to date, Jason and Roy meet as adults (Jason is 22 and Roy 29). Why did they never meet before? Eh, raising a kid who definitely doesn't get exploded is hard work. Anyway the point is Roy doesn't recognise Jason. Jason is using a pseudonym (probably something stupid like Harper Teal) because of legally dead reasons and just assumes Roy recognised him and followed along, but he looks nothing like the cute little guy who blushed like a tomato every time Roy talked to him. At some point Jason casually mentions the adventure he had with the Titans and Roy goes through several kinds of shock and has to reboot like a computer.

> + bonus lantern AU:

Red Lantern Dick: "hey guys remember my first little brother Jason? He asked if he could get some help on an intergalactic issue."

The titans: "that cute kid? Didn't he die? And why would the second Robin need help with intergalactic threats anyway?"

Jason, thighs and tits on display, in his Star Sapphire uniform, with a machine gun construct under the arm: "Hey guys who wants to help me take down a space wide trafficking ring?"

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Crumb Together

Prompt Day 27: Coffee Shop AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, Coffee Shop/Bakery AU, Fluff, Steve POV

Steve is carefully filling the bakery case. He's been here since three a.m., and it's still a half-hour until opening, but at least he's on time and not behind schedule for once. 

"Hey dingus, do we need more muffins?" Robin hollers, banging through the double-doors from the back to the front. 

"No, I have enough, thanks so much," he snaps. He's snippy this morning, pretty mad she ever talked him into this whole coffee shop scheme. Sure, they're retail pros, but small business owners? He should have said no fucking way. But she was excited, and he wanted her to be happy. That’s always his downfall.

He's definitely re-thinking that now that they’ve completely lost their social lives by keeping these insane working and sleeping schedules. They only see each other, which isn't the worst thing in the world, other than the fact that he doesn't know the last time he's touched boobies. Or dick. He's not picky. 

He needs to get laid, and he can’t do that stuck inside this coffee shop slash bakery hell with his best friend.

He's about to turn and sass her, when someone taps on the front door and he jumps, throwing a chocolate muffin up into the air, fumbling it around, before finally regaining control. 

He didn't drop it, but it looks a little worse for wear. He can't sell it like this. 

Well, fuck.

If he was a hired hand, he'd ignore the annoying tapper until the official opening time. Which is twenty-nine minutes from now. But as the owner, he puts down his tray and walks towards the door. They could use the paying customer, even if they’ve shown up way too early, like a rude asshole.

He looks, but he can't see anyone out there in the dark. Maybe he should ignore it.

He doesn't, instead he unlocks the door, and there's a guy standing there. 

"Hey, nice catch," the guy says, smiling. 

Steve forces a smile in return, "How can I help you?" 

"I know you're not open yet, but I saw you in there juggling the muffins, and I'm on my way out of town and really need a cup of coffee. My coffee maker decided this was the morning to croak," he says, slashing his whole hand across his neck, making a throat-slitting motion. 

He's rambling, like Robin.

Steve finds it a little cuter on him, than he does when Robin does it at this ungodly hour. 

Steve sighs, and opens the door wider to let him inside, "You just want black coffee?" 

"Please," the guy says. 

"I'll have to brew it. It'll just take a minute." 

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver," he says, and Steve can see that he's looking at Steve's chest, looking for a name tag. But Steve's not wearing one. Because as the owner, he finally doesn't have to. 

Robin is booting up the point-of-sale system, "Black coffee?" she repeats. 

The guy nods. 

"For?" 

"Eddie," the guy answers. 

"Good thing you asked him, I'd never know who to hand it to," Steve snarks at Robin, starting the coffee machine.

Eddie laughs.

Robin doesn't.

When it's done, Steve places the cup on the counter, and Robin immediately picks it up and writes Eddie's name on it. 

Which, that's stupid. They all know it's Eddie's coffee. Then, Robin sacks up the slightly banged up muffin and hands it to Eddie.

"You scared him and caused him to squish it. So, it's yours. On the house!" she says, far too chipper for this time of morning. 

"Thanks, I'll try to drop by and scare him more often," Eddie says, reading his name on his cup, grinning. Then Eddie slides a ten dollar bill across the counter, waving off his change. 

As soon as the bell on the door jangles, signaling Eddie's departure, Robin turns and slaps Steve on the arm. 

"What the hell? That cute boy wanted to flirt, and you totally dropped the ball, dingus!" 

Steve scrunches up his forehead, "Huh?"

Robin just shakes her head, annoyed, and heads back towards the kitchen.

Is Steve so rusty that he missed flirting? Goddamnit. 

Steve has just turned the front door lock, and flipped the sign to closed, when he hears his cell phone ringing somewhere in the distance. He follows the sound, and when he picks it up, it's a number he doesn't recognize. Great. More telemarketer bullshit. 

He goes to swipe the decline button, when Robin shouts, "You better get that!"

He looks back at his phone and cautiously accepts the call, not knowing what the hell she's done now.

"Hello?"

"Is this Steve? From the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, this is Steve," Steve says, suspicious. He has no idea who he's talking to.

"Good, good. This is Eddie. From this morning. The coffee jerk that made you open early."

"Oh, uh, okay. Um…"

"How did I get this number?" Eddie asks, laughing.

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking," Steve admits.

"Well, somehow it ended up written on my coffee cup this morning, with your name and a time to call."

Steve shakes his head, Robin is such an asshole, but Steve smiles.

"Well, I'm not sure how that happened," Steve says, teasing back. Flirting. 

"Big mystery," Eddie teases, "but since I've got you on the phone, would you like to grab dinner or drinks. Coffee?"

"No coffee," Steve laughs, "but yes. To the other two, for sure. But be forewarned, I eat really early. Like an old person. Early bird specials are my jam. And I go to bed by nine. Eight-thirty if I can get away with it. I gotta be here by three to get ready to open this place."

He's learned to get that info out of the way, early. 

"Well, that sounds perfect. I get up at four to get to my jobsite. I'm in construction," Eddie says.

Steve smiles, it's been a while since anyone has understood his schedule.

"So, dinner? Four-thirty or five?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs.

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[procyonloser]

Pt 6

Lucifer's head was still pounding as they filed out of the bar, pushing between groups of people. Lucifer was trying to say sorry, excuse me, pardon me - but Adam was tall enough to just push through everyone, tugging Lucifer along behind him.

Lucifer hadn't been to a concert in ages, and the last few times he'd been to one, they'd been classical music productions, rather than rock bands on a makeshift stage in a bar filled with smoke, only some of which was tobacco. His lungs burned, and welcomed the fresh air as they left, but Lucifer couldn't say he didn't enjoy himself. Maybe it wasn't his exact taste, but it made him feel young again, and watching Adam rock out to the music beside him was a pleasant enough experience.

They got aways down the sidewalk, and slowed down, night air biting at them after the stuffiness of the bar.

"Did you hate it?" Adam asked him, finally letting go of Lucifer's hand, like he'd just realized he was still holding it.

"No, I just haven't done anything like that in ages." Lucifer said with a small laugh, though he missed the body contact. "You know I'm a judge, right?"

Adam paused, staring at him with slightly wide eyes. No, clearly he did not.

"Aren't you too young for that?" Adam asked, eyebrows knit together. "You look like, 22."

"I'm 35," Lucifer said slightly wearily. It wasn't uncommon for people to underestimate his age, given his height and face. He still got carded everywhere he went with alcohol.

"Oh," Adam blinked. "I'm 29."

"Hi, 29, I'm dad." Lucifer said, without thinking about it, turning red shortly after. Adam just snorted at the comment, smiling down at him.

"You're cute. You want to go get something to eat at the carts?" Adam asked, but Lucifer wanted him to linger longer on the cute comment. He preened under the compliment, hoping it wouldn't be the last time he'd say that.

"Carts? Food carts? I haven't been, are they good?"

"If the food wasn't good I wouldn't gain a pound everytime I come here." Adam grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him along again. "Come on, I want to show you my favorite places."

If Lucifer had been a cartoon, he would have floated behind the man with little heart eyes, but instead he was left just letting Adam take the lead.

The food cart area was cuter than Lucifer was expecting, now that night had fallen, the lights hung up around the pavilion were letting off a soft ethereal glow, and each table had a small gas fireplace in it, flickering blue and warm. Adam went cart by cart, greeting people and telling Lucifer what the best food was at each place.

Lucifer ended up getting a falafel sandwich and platter, while Adam got a sandwich that defied explanation at first glance, but looked good none the less. It was huge, dripping juices and cheese, and Adam took a big enthusiastic bite out of it.

"Do you come here often?" Lucifer asked, and Adam nodded, swallowing, before pausing.

"Not on dates. Just, yeah, I come here pretty often. I'm not a good cook." Adam told him.

"I am," Lucifer said instantly. "I could cook for you."

Adam raised an eyebrow at him, resting his chin in his free palm as he looked at him across the table. "You'll cook for me... tomorrow morning?"

Lucifer knew it wasn't a great idea, he had to go to work still; hell, he was still tired after earlier today, and he'd even left a couple hours early for the date. But, he couldn't say no.

"Anything you want," Lucifer answered softly, and Adam leaned across the table to kiss him.

[thebelovedmuse]

Are you still taking requests? Because I absolutely need more aggressively flirting Wally

**A/N: I got multiple requests for more aggressive flirting with Wally, which is hilarious. Hopefully this will satisfy you all 💓

Warning: Suggestive themes but nothing explicit

🧡💛💙

Another beautiful day, you think to yourself as you take your daily walk. Your thoughts are soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps closing in behind you. You look over your should to see Wally trying to catch up to you, "Hello Neighbor!" He shouts with a wave. You slow down to allow him to walk along side you. "I've got a favor to ask of you Neighbor," Wally begins. "I'm working on the science section of the next episode and was wondering if you would help me test this idea for a game I had." "A game? I'm mean sure I can but, don't you usually do the science stuff with Frank? Why don't you ask him to test it?" "Well of course for the show it will be with Frank... but if I get to choose who to test this idea out with I'd prefer someone cuter than Frank." Wally laughs and you look away, trying not to let him see you blush. "Well if you put it that way, sure Wally," you say, impressed with your own moment of boldness. "Can I get a hint on what this episode is about?"

"So, we've been working on studying one of the five senses each week so it will be on that," Wally says. "Sounds interesting! This should be fun."

That evening you head over to Home to help Wally test this new game out, you had forgotten to ask exactly which of the five senses this new game was even for so you you busied your mind with guesses as you walked over. The moment you stepped into the living room you saw that the coffee table now looked to have objects on it, covered by a big blue sheet. You sit down next to Wally and excitedly asked him which of the senses was he planning on talking about for the next show. "Taste!" Wally exclaimed, "I think you're going to really enjoy this game Neighbor." You laugh, "Then let's get to it! What's the game?" "Well, you're going to be blindfolded and you have to guess what you're tasting!" "Ooooh that's a great idea, I could see this being really funny on the show," you say. "So, where's the blindfold?" Wally looks at you like a deer in headlights, "Oh dear...I didn't think about that part...OH," Wally reaches for his red scarf and unties it. "I guess we can use this." Wally gets up to stand over you and wraps the scarf around your eyes and begins tying it. You feel flustered as you notice your other senses heighten and you can smell a hint of Wally's scent on the scarf. "Is that too tight, Neighbor?" Wally whispers in your ear. "N-no, its fine," you somehow manage to stutter out. You feel Wally sit back down next to you.

"Ok let's start! Here's the first one..." You try the first object, its crunchy and sweet. "Oh! An apple slice!" You think to yourself that this should be a pretty easy game if Wally gives you such obvious items. You prepare yourself for the next one and sense metal between your lips, a spoon! You immediately realize that whatever is on the spoon is now partly running out the side of your mouth. Oops! "Oh I'm sorry!" You hear Wally say you feel his hand cup your cheek, his thumb running from your chin to the corner of your lip to catch the liquid. You notice a prolonged pause as his thumb sits near your lips before suddenly moving away. Wally stumbles over his words, "Ok so uh, can you guess what it is?"

"Is that...ice cream?" you ask. "Yeah...I think I left it sitting on the table too long, sorry Y/N." "Well at least you didn't get it all over me!" you laughed. You notice no response and wonder if you said something weird. Instead Wally skips right over to the next object. The game goes on for a few more rounds and you managed to guess them all correctly. "I think I have mastered this game," you say smugly, "What's next?" "Well...there's just one more left." "Bring it on!" There's a pause and you start to ask yourself what is taking so long when you feel lips crash against yours. Your mind goes blank and you feel like your face is on fire. Wally quickly pulls away and you rip off the blindfold. You both stare at each other in shock for a moment, both now as red as the apple on the table. "That was uh...real smooth there Wally," you say with a small laugh. He was nothing if not persistent. "I hope you weren't planning on trying that last bit with Frank," you say, unable to suppress a giant grin. "Ha ha ha! No...that was just for you." Wally smiles. You reach over and grab his hand, "So, what does this mean now?"

"Well first off...I think I'd like to play this game with you again," Wally says smirking.

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[haesunflower]

zb1 to you being cute when they’re mad at you .....₊˚⊹♡

genre: fluff/comedy

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x zerobaseone

about/tags:

slight suggestive for jiwoong :D i can't help it sorry, yujin written in the context of friendship only

⠀⠀♡ kim jiwoong ♡ ⠀⠀

when he's mad he's not really vocal, rather he just sighs really loudly and walks with heavy footsteps

he's alone in the living room couch minding his business, really not in the mood to deal the problem rn

but you plop yourself on his lap, facing him as your hands snakes itself to rest on his chest, then to his neck

Is not making eye contact with you, he knows he’ll break. he’s supposed to be mad over the scratch on his car (!!)

true enough, he breaks after you lean down and whisper “sorry babe, you know i didn’t mean to. let me make it up to you, hmmm?”

and then you’re kissing his neck and jaw

long story short, he’s no longer mad

the lesson here is that seducing him works 😭

⠀⠀ ♡ zhang hao ♡ ⠀⠀

he’s giving you the (virtual) silent treatment after you said you weren’t able to watch the first zb1 live

you texted him saying you missed it because you couldn't get out of work, but he's not responding

you call him and he picks it up to let you explain, but doesn't say a word (yeah he's THAT petty he can give you the silent treatment in phone call format)

you've said sorry so so so many times and he eventually texts that he just needs time and space before talking to you again

and you're like "okay love, i'll just be waiting at home"

when he gets home he sees you cooked him dinner and prepped his favorite movie on the TV screen and gets so soft

he feels kinda bad that you felt the need to overcompensate for something you couldn't control (your terrible boss)

wraps his arms around you the moment you get home and you're so relieved

the stress from the day leaves his shoulders as he nuzzles his face into your hair and basks in your scent

⠀⠀ ♡ sung hanbin ♡ ⠀⠀

you guys got into an argument while you were on date, which is so rare

you decide to leave the cafe and just drive for a change in scenery

he's so serious, brows furrowed and hands gripping the wheel, he's also mumbling something to himself but you can't quite make out what he's saying

fed up, you go over to him and plant a quick kiss on his cheek

surprised by this, he 😳 and turns really red

he has to pull over because he can't focus anymore

"you can't just do that when i'm driving!" nags at you cutely, dimples showing and all

"you're not mad at me anymore, hanbin?"

"mad at you? i thought you were mad at me?"

you're both giggling because of the misunderstanding

in the end, you enjoy the sunset together by the hood of his car

⠀⠀ ♡ seok matthew ♡ ⠀⠀

for lack of better term, matthew is so "good" at staying mad at you

like internally, he's not mad anymore

externally, he will still keep up with the mad act

it's because he loves how you get so much cuter and lovelier around him in an attempt to gain his forgiveness

he sighs loudly, drags his footsteps, and leaves the room everytime you enter – he's making it known that he's still annoyed with you

but you kept following him around the house, trying to get him to talk to you "matt please can you just talk to me?"

he needed a dish washed? you got it. he needed his phone charger? you fetched it from the other room.

you’re literally clinging on to his arm now repeating things like “babe I’m so sorry” and “I’ll do anything you wantttt”

you’re swinging his arm back and forth, on the verge of tears when matthew decides to quit the act

he laughs and presses a kiss to your lips “you’re so cute sweetie”

⠀⠀ ♡ kim taerae ♡ ⠀⠀

the biggest difference is his demeanor towards you

usually a simp, but there's no more sweetness in his voice when he talks to you – even calls you by your government name when he needs to speak to you "y/n it's cold, turn the heat up"

is so deadpan with you it's...almost scary

you do everything he asks with no complaints whatsoever because it is YOUR fault

it's evening now, and the rain is getting louder, you're curled up with the duvet wrapped around you

when he reaches the bed, you ask "i know you're still mad but can i still sleep with you here tonight, i'm scared of the thunder" with the biggest doe eyes ever 🥺

and he's like?? why are you asking if you can sleep in your own bed?? it's yours??

even if he's "mad" he still wants to sleep next to you no matter what

feels kinda bad that you felt the need to ask him that question

"i'm not mad anymore angel" and envelopes you in a hug

⠀⠀♡ ricky ♡ ⠀⠀

this boy CAN and WILL be able to stay mad at you if he wants to

when Ricky starts acting cold, you genuinely do not know the reason why

since he wasn’t speaking to you :( talking to him was of no use :(

so you made a cute little “I’m sorry” card and you even decorated it with pink glitter and strawberry stickers

you slipped it under the bedroom door, where Ricky was icing you out

Ricky thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

he comes out of the room to find you in the kitchen, cleaning up all the mess you made to make his card

he doesn’t say anything, instead, helps you pack up (especially the pesky pink glitter)

when he’s done he tells you he liked it and that you’re forgiven

you jump at him and he catches you by your legs, hoisting you up as you’re kissing him mwah

⠀⠀♡ kim gyuvin ♡ ⠀⠀

I don’t even think he wants to be mad at you right now

he got over it in two seconds but likes to play fight with you...for fun

so when you attempt to cuddle up to him on the couch asking for forgiveness for forgetting to walk eumppappa he shields himself with the couch pillow

he places the barrier between you two and karate chops the air so you don't touch him (what a nerd...help)

so you just sit there and pout

and he looks at you pouting back

it's a pouting contest now

he gives up because you're so damn cute!!! next thing you know he's squishing your cheeks and doting on you about how cute his partner is

"i can never stay mad at this face, you're too cute baby!"

⠀⠀♡ park gunwook ♡ ⠀⠀

when you get into an argument (which you're both very good at btw) the both of you tend to have a hard time backing down

but it was a particularly long day for you and you didn't wanna argue at all so you just said "yeah yeah you're right, i'm wrong, so i'm sorry"

but gunwook isn't fully satisfied because you didn't even get to talk about the issue, just threw in the towel so quick for the sake of ending the discussion

he's about to say something

when he hears your restrained sniffles and sobs and he's thinking like 😧 why is my baby crying

a fun fact about gunwook: his weakness is your tears

"sorry wook, can we talk tomorrow please i'm too tired"

he looks at your red nose and tear filled eyes and thinks you look cute when you cry so he just cups your hands and kisses your nose fondly

"okay baby, we can talk tomorrow"

⠀⠀♡ han yujin ♡ ⠀⠀ (friendship)

zhang hao's son because like him, does not speak to you

when you show up to school with his BROKEN speaker he just takes it from your hands and walks away

literally doesn't speak to you the whole damn day

you show up to school the next day and place a milk carton and snacks on his table with a little note saying "sorry, yujin i'll be careful next time!!"

sits next to you at lunch and shares the snacks you got him

then pretends everything is normal

later that day, you found out from gunwook that the speaker was totally fixable and working again, so yujin just pretended to be mad to get some forgiveness snacks -_-

A/N: after 2 weeks...i'm back? haha

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[horseimagebarn]

Ok so thanks for the answer vis a vis the centaur situation I appreciate it a lot and I'm not trying to convince you to change your ruling but unfortunately you used the word taxonomy which triggered one of my damn neurodivergences. I hope you don't mind but my response will be to deposite these few paragraphs in your inbox I'm sorry in advance if this comes off as aggressive or condescending or just plain annoying I'm just sensing an opportunity to infodump to someone who might be interested in tbe topic so I'm seizing it I'm sure you know what it's like

Anyway there's a disconnect between pragmatism and scientific rigor that people are blind to which vexes me and biological taxonomy is a particular pet peeve of mine the biggest instance of it is crocodiles and alligators which are really the same damn animal for all intents and purposes but that's not relevant

Naturally when one thinks of horses one thinks of domestic horses specifically (Equus ferus cabellus) but I'd argue that certain pictures of donkeys (Equus africanus) look more like domestic horse pictures than certain pictures of Przewalski's horse (Equus ferus przewlaskii) despite the latter being classified as the same species and the former not

And I feel that for a horse image barn the resemblence of a picture to an archetypical horse image should be a higher priority criterion for inclusion than some criteria that biological taxonomy relies on like the presence of specific haplotypes which isn't even a word anyone knows and if you go to its Wikipedia article you get a definition of it that's not really relevant to this ask

So yeah in conclusion I wouldn't tie the in/ex-clusion of images to scientific taxonomy but to Vibes if I were the admin of this or a similar blog but I'm not and you are so you can like do whatever

Also I won't be submitting the centaur image I wanted to submit but can I still send it as an ask I like showing it to people spreading it around etc it's kind of cursed but also funny and I like it a lot and I understand why it's not horse enough to your taste but it's definitely horse adjacent and I want to share it

as a fellow animal wikipedia delver i agree that taxonomy is not the end all be all of the human perception of animals however what i meant to imply is that the differences between centaurs and horses are large enough to be considered taxonomical and are not debatable even in a taxonomical sense due to their many massive differences also i have posted przewalskis horses before as they are true horses and this is horseimagebarn not assimagebarn or centaurimagebarn even though i love donkeys just as much and would own a donkey over a horse any day

i did just take my adderall and am bored at work so i have to humbly yet lengthily disagree with you that taxonomy is not important in both cases presented while the crocodilian assumption you make has bruised my heart as i love alligators and i find them far cuter than crocodiles due to the differences in their jaw structure that makes their bottom teeth fit into their mouth instead of jutting out like crocodiles (which is one of the many actual and notable physical differences between them alongside choice of salt or fresh water etc) i wont get into that and will focus on horses since thats the point of this blog using actual punctuation and capitalization for the first time in this blogs history ill be referring to przewalskis horse as takhi as it is also known so i dont make a typo which i know i will

long ass (donkey pun) post warning

Taxonomy can of course be vague at times or muddied, but it is not an invalid study. All human knowledge is constantly evolving, and mistakes are inevitably going to be made, but that does not make our efforts invalid. It is beneficial for us to know how evolution works. Taxonomical differences are real and worth considering, even if mistakes are made sometimes. Two animals looking similar is not a valid reason to ignore their taxonomical differences, nor is it okay to ignore similarities because they look different—if we went by that logic, every dog breed would be a totally different species.

Speaking of, here's a little more on the whole appearance thing before we get into the science:

The other day, I was watching a video about the actual horses that existed in antiquity, and they are far more similar to takhi than you might think. I'll link the video if I can find it, apologies for a lack of a source on this right now, but the gist of it was that horses of yore were much shorter and stouter than modern horses. The tall, thin horse often seen in modern depictions of ancient time is inaccurate, as is the thick, muscular draft, which didn't become common until later on. Back then, people wanted horses that were sturdy—most people didn't care as much about specific breeds or having the hugest and prettiest horse on the block, especially when food to maintain larger animals like modern horses wasn't always guaranteed, and having such a huge animal could be dangerous and more difficult. Their horses were more similar to ponies than our big guys now, and ponies aren't a separate species. The selective breeding of horses to become taller and leaner made them appear way different from the takhi, but just like dogs, they remain extremely similar to those of their taxa despite looking different on the surface. For example, take a look at the ancient fjord horse breed next to the takhi...in fact, sometimes takhis are called Mongolian ponies! We can even see this in ancient art earlier in the horse's domestication:

Anyway, science:

Firstly, the takhi isn't wholly classified as the same exact species as the true horse, our domesticated Equus ferus caballus. Both Equus ferus callabus and Equus ferus przewalskii are considered subspecies of caballines, or true horses, meaning they're more like cousins (I know it's a cliche to say this, but I mean it), with donkeys and zebras as, like, their nephews twice removed. If the takhi was considered the exact same species as the domestic horse with no acknowledged differences, it would be considered a breed of horse, not a subspecies (though breeds are typically manmade, they are not always—see the word "typical" in the dictionary definition). This means that it does have recognized, distinct differences from the standard domesticated horse that have been taken into consideration in their taxonomy—it is not like the two are blindly considered the same exact thing.

Mistakes have been made in Equus taxonomy in the past, but continued research has led to a retaxing of the genus as early as the 1980s. In the 2012 review article "Discordances between morphological systematics and molecular taxonomy in the stem line of equids: A review of the case of taxonomy of genus Equus," by E. Kefena et al., a number of scholars reviewed the methods with which the Equus genus has been taxed in the past and how they have changed in the past few decades.

According to that article, equines are an incredibly plastic genus. They are very good at adapting to their environments, which led past taxonomists to overcount the amount of Equus species that existed in the past and therefore miscategorize the history of the genus in general. Many were actually just adapted versions of the same thing. This is what we see in the horse and takhi—they are similar but have adapted to their different environments and niches.

In 1986, two molecular scientists, George and Ryder, performed the first DNA-based molecular taxonomy on all living equus species, publishing their findings in the article "Mitochondrial DNA evolution in the genus Equus." By mapping equus DNA and constructing a phylogenetic tree, they were able to take a closer look at the actual genetic disparities between equus species.

George and Ryder found that "[In the mtDNA (mitochondrial DNA) cleavage map,] the percent sequence difference between E. przewalskii and E. caballus individuals was found to range between 0.27% and 0.41%. ... Overall, the amount of divergence presented here is small and not much greater than the 0.36% divergence reported for mtDNA differences found among the human racial groups (Brown 1980; Cann et al. 1984)."

So, horses and takhis are incredibly similar. Using these findings, they separated equus species into three clades: "One that groups the zebras, a second that groups E. africanus [African wild ass] and E. hemionus [Asiatic wild ass, aka the hemione], and a third that associates the true [caballine] horses E. przewalskii and E. caballus as a unit. However, as stated previously, the E. africanus-E. hemionus clade remains enigmatic."

They later state that "E. hemionus and E. africanus appeared more karyotypically [chromosomally] similar to each other than to other equids," hence why they were considered a clade despite being "enigmatic." Kefena et al. explain this weird enigma further, and, notably, compare it to the takhi: "Next to Przewalskii's horses, hemiones were the first species to be diverged from the stem line of extant equids, suggesting that they might be closely related to caballine horses than to asses, though they are monophyletic with donkeys than with horses. On the basis of these evidences, morphological resemblance between species doesn't guarantee genetic similarity between equid species." This means that asses and horses have distinct genetic differences that far outweigh those between takhi and domestic horses, despite the fact that donkeys and takhi look more similar. The hemione looks very similar to the African wild ass, and it is closer to it genetically, but it is not the same due to the way it evolved—it broke away from the general line earlier than any other ass. The takhi is the same; it diverted earlier than other horses, but remains very genetically similar—more than any other extant Equus species. And, even with the takhi's extra chromosomal pair, George and Ryder also found that they and horses were also very close karotypically, giving them incredible similarities both mtDNA-wise and chromosome-wise. Despite that different chromosome, horses and takhis can successfully interbreed and produce fertile offspring, unlike horses and donkeys.

Kefena et al. "MYBP" stands for "Millions of Years Before Present" Funnily enough, G&R also say, "There has been little to no dispute over the close relationship that exists between E. przewalskii and E. caballus; thus the addition of E. caballus to the E. przewalskii branch should be easily accepted." Which is so weirdly on the nose that I feel compelled to say that it's on page 544 so no one thinks I'm making it up. So, with their genetic similarities, their actually surprisingly similar appearances, and their sequential DNA similarities, the Przewalski's horse and the domesticated horse do belong in the same category when compared to other equines like donkeys and zebras. They're not identical, but they're in the same room of the larger equine house. And, check out the tarpan, Equus ferus ferus, another subspecies of Equus ferus and the most recently extinct of them all, alongside the current Equus ferus species (and a concept of the original Equus ferus pre-domestication by Cameron Clow on Artstation)! They're all friends:

Conclusion

you can send me centaurs if you want i just wont post them

[pxssyboy]

Me and my girl best friend used to have sleepovers all the time before I transitioned. Then my parents wouldn't let us until now that she came out as lesbian. I'm so excited we can do this again so I arrive at her house super early. Her parents are out so it's no problem.

She puts some pop songs on and we start baking muffins. I feel a little silly about how girly the activity is, but it's a tradition so I don't complain. She has matching aprons for us with the words "besties forever" which I don't remember but she convinces me they're part of tradition.

Then it's time for "makeover" which I am really reluctant about. "Come on, boys wear makeup too, don't they?" she insists. So I let her and she makes me look really girly. Just looking in the mirror makes me pretty dysphoric but she just smiles and says I look pretty and should wear makeup more often.

I feel a little down so I decide to go take shower. But when I'm done I can't find my pjs in the bag I packed. I ask her about it and she offers to lend me some of hers. I agree since we're almost same height but what she then gives me makes me hesitate. It's silky pink top and panties. I tell her I refuse to wear so revealing clothes but she just laughs and calls me silly. It's not like she's never seen my body before, right? I want to disagree but my towel starts falling so I just resign and run tj the bathroom to change into her clothes.

When I look in mirror I can see my nipples through the fabric and my pubic hair around my pussy. Along with makeup I can't help but thinking I look like a girl.

As I emerge from bathroom my friend examines how I look and smiles. "You actually look cuter than I do in them. I think I'll give them to you"

I want to protest that I don't want these clothes but she's dragging me into her room and starting a pillow fight. That takes my mind off my dysphoria and I don't even mind how my tits bounce as I jump.

Then we cuddle on sofa to watch a movie. Few minutes in she puts her hand under my top and slowly traces her fingers upwards. I cough a bit to bring her attention to what she's doing but she just keeps on until she touches my nipples. I hiss at that and try pull away. She shushes me and keeps on circling my nipples.

"I thought you were a lesbian..." I say uncertainty. "Yeah I am" she says absently, still paying attention to the movie.

That calms me down a little. I tell myself that this is just us being comfortable, nothing sexual, so I let her grope my tits throughout the entire movie.

As the end credits roll she sighs happily and says "this is just like the old times". I agree and we hug, content that we can do this again. As we let go she looks down at my panties and makes a sour face. "Do you keep your pussy so hairy on purpose?" she asks disgusted.

I am taken aback but I manage to stutter out that it makes me feel more like a man. She says it's unhygienic though and looks really ugly. I'm sad to hear it so when she excitedly offers to help me shave I end up agreeing.

She drags me to bathroom and takes my panties off. I'm really shy to be naked but she pays it little attention and takes out her equipment and gets to work. I though she was just gonna trim my bush but when she's done my pussy is so smooth it could be girl's.

"Mhm so pretty" she says as she caresses it. At this point I just let it happen since she's so casual about it. Then she declares it's time to go to be but doesn't let me even put my panties back on.

I take it that we're going to sleep so I get in bed and cover myself with blanket. She laughs and follows me under it. I am confused why she didn't take her own when she starts to eat me out. I throw the blanket off and want to shout at her but instead I moan as she sucks on my clit.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask between moans.

She pulls her head up and looks me in my eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I've had crush on you for ages! It's about time I act on it, don't you think?" she says and then she kisses me. I can taste my pussy on her tongue as I let her explore my mouth. Her hands once again find themselves under my shirt but this time she takes it off.

"God you're such a beautiful girl. I wish I had your tits and curves" she exhales between kisses.

I wanna protest that I am a boy but she feels so good and honestly, I'm not even sure myself. After all her calling me a girl made me so wet, there's no way a real man would ever behave like this.

So I let her take me and as she's once again eating me out she stops and looks at me in all seriousness. "I need you to know that I'm a lesbian though. So I hope you don't still think you're a guy. I'd never have sex with a man."

With my head so hazy I just nod, but it's not enough. She wants me to say it. "I'm not a guy" I whisper.

"What are you then?"

"I'm a girl. Please don't stop I'm so close. I'll be your girlfriend, I'll never say I'm a boy again, please just continue!"

She seems to be satisfied with that as she finally gets back to her job and makes me orgasm for the first time in my life.

[batneko]

bowuigi rock star x roadie AU.

The Mario bros are still plumbers by trade, but they're friends with the guy who manages the nearby concert venue and often get roped in to help out during big shows. They're both stronger than they look, and have plenty of experience at repairs even aside from plumbing. And Luigi has always been good with machines so he takes to the new equipment with ease. Though Mario is better with people and makes friends faster, Luigi is the one that everyone comes to rely on when things go wrong.

At a concert a few years ago Mario got into an actual physical fight with the star, but since the guy was already well-known as an asshole Mario's friend pretended to "fire" him and then brought him back to help out again next week, no big deal. Just can't work the next Bowser concert, that's all.

Bowser got famous when he was only eighteen, which means he never really had to grow up. He's spent the last ten years getting his way and experiencing no consequences (as long as he punched down). However now that his son is old enough to talk about how he feels and what he wants, Bowser is starting to realize he's been absent at best and a phenomenally bad example, and wants to start being better. Too bad he has no idea how.

His star is also starting to fade, and he feels conflicted about that. He's had enough hits now that as long as he manages his portfolio well and does enough stupid celebrity appearances to keep himself in the public eye, he'll never have to work again. But he likes performing, he likes rock, he doesn't want to be the "cameo appearance by" guy. He's not even thirty yet, dammit!

So he's doing this show at a slightly-smaller venue he hadn't ever intended to return to (some little guy with a mustache tried to step to him last time), and trying to figure out how much he can cut down on touring and still be able to afford the nanny and all the stuff he likes, and some intern just told him "my grandma loves you!" and then one of the subwoofers explodes and the replacement won't work for some reason and the concert is in twenty goddamn minutes and Bowser is going to lose it.

But out of nowhere another little guy with a mustache (not the same one as before? that one got fired, right? this one's cuter anyway) turns up and fixes the replacement and gets everything back on track so efficiently that Bowser is on stage ready to go with ten minutes to spare.

Come to think of it, that same little guy had been the one organizing the roadies to unload all the equipment earlier. And Bowser's pretty sure he was running the sound check. Does he do everything around here?

In the middle of his concert as Bowser is about to start a rather raunchy song, he suddenly says, "This one goes out to the guy who fixed my subwoofer and saved the show. Come to my dressing room after and I'll thank you properly." There's laughter from the audience (plausibly-deniable bisexuality has been a part of rock music for as long as there's been rock music) and Bowser adds, "I'm not joking," and then starts the song.

After the concert, Luigi comes to his dressing room.

True to his word, Bowser is all set to get down to business, but it turns out there was some work that needed running by him and everyone figured Luigi had earned some goodwill so they made him go. He didn't even watch the concert, he was too busy working behind the scenes.

Of course this only comes out after Luigi was halfway seduced to go ahead and let an asshole rock star blow him, but Bowser is so embarrassed at the misunderstanding that he throws him out into the hallway, breathless and disheveled. A lot of people see him and a few people caught Bowser's dedication, so by the end of the night everyone assumes it happened anyway.

And that was just the Friday show. There's one more to get through tomorrow.

[gatitties]

Glitter

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: Everything here is too dark or lifeless, why don't you change that? You decide to give it a cuter touch

─Warnings: none

ty to Gay4kitty on ao3 for the idea again!! :pp

12 < 13 > 14

Today you woke up and thought it was a wonderful day to ruin everyone's day -something quite common in your daily life- the crows were cawing, the air was hard to breathe, the fog prevented you from seeing beyond three meters, it was so cold that it could freeze your bones and the forest looked as dark as a horror movie, that's the perfect day here in the realm of The Entity.

You took a breath through your nostrils, closing your eyes as you raised your leg in the air like a comical scene of the perfect sunrise, you choked on your saliva as the thick dark smoke traveled through every corner of your body, what better way to start the day than a trial? You took a good minute to get your bearings, even getting to work on one of the generators because everything was too quiet, you had appeared alone and you hadn't seen any signs of survivors or the killer, so you took it as an advantage to do everything faster and go off to do your original plan, to disturb the killers in their camp.

Your head snapped up like a deer about to be run over when you heard quick footsteps approaching, Élodie put her fingers to her mouth so you wouldn't make a sound, but your bewilderment got the better of you and your mouth spoke for itself.

"Mama... mama, girl behind you."

You pointed out, confusing the woman, she turned around to find a red-haired doll gaining momentum to stab her in the abdomen, if it hadn't hurt her you would have laughed right there, this new killer had to be a joke, he didn't even reach your knees. In fact, on one of the occasions when you were being chased you just got tired and kicked him, bitch, this midget is not going to ruin your new outfit that you earned with sweat, tears and of course, blood points. The game ended without many complications and without casualties, proud of your work you went to your cabin to collect the essential material for your mission.

Running through the forest you quickly arrived at the assassins' camp, it seemed quite empty and depressing ─as always─ Michael only shared a brief look with you and decided to leave for his domain as quickly as possible, you snorted at his behavior, fine, whatever, you have more assassins to choose from.

"Hey, hey, hey Oni!"

You smiled from ear to ear when you saw the Oni sitting by the fire, he seemed quite calm, as strange as it seemed, you never had many problems with him, although if you were being a little annoying he would simply carry you on his shoulder until you calmed down. He looked at you waiting for you to continue, which made you move towards him quickly, taking out from behind your back a couple of medium-sized bags with an easy-open zip.

"I promise I'll be quick! I'm sure you'll like the change."

Without knowing very well what you had in mind he stood still waiting for whatever, he didn't expect you to try to take the weapon from him, although he had to move it for you because you weren't able to move it. He looked at you skeptically seeing how its sharp blade was now covered in stickers of Hello Kitty and her different characters, he didn't expect it, but he didn't know what to think about it either.

"Ready! A cute weapon now hehehe, every time you hit someone the blood will have glitter on it."

Sadako, who was hanging around, was drawn to the conversation, moving slowly towards you, she looked ─or so you thought because her hair covered her face─ at the stickers on the Oni's sword, you looked at her with a smile, holding up the bags of stickers and the little jars of glitter.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of material."

She seemed indecisive for a moment, after all, she doesn't have a weapon as such but her powers, but you had the solution, you gathered her hair with some clips, enough so that half of her face was visible, and you placed stickers of stars and flowers on her face, she nodded in approval after looking at herself in the mirror, making your chest swell with pride at your work.

Chucky arrived a while later, but as soon as he saw you he decided to run away, you shrugged, you wouldn't be happy either if you had been kicked and ruined one of your first games. Some other killers came and went, not all of them were so easy to convince, and maybe you stole some of their weapons to decorate them without permission, you had some trouble getting The Trapper's machete and The Trickster didn't let you finish your job but you still made many of the bloody and rusty weapons shine like fairies. Of course, your faithful like Ghostface and The Legion didn't even ask and let you do whatever you wanted with their weapons, Susie even used some of your stickers to decorate your face as well, not even you ran away from your silly idea.

Returning to your camp you saw some of the survivors with their recent wounds just as shiny because of you, making you smile at having achieved your goal, it wasn't the most effective way to annoy the others since as strange as it was the assassins seemed much more docile today in the face of your idiocy, that, or maybe they really are getting used to your nonsense once and for all and are accepting that if they can't fight you, they must join you.

[authorhjk1]

Date

Lee Ahin X Dj Soda X Male Reader

Yes. Until tomorrow. Alright. Have a nice day."

You hang up and look at your desk. It's overflowing with paperwork. A contract here, a document there. Although you worked, while you were away, your office didn't seem to stay quiet.

You begin with the first documents on a huge stack of paper, which your secretary brought in earlier. After the first couple of pages, you hear a knock on your door, before you hear it being opened.

"I'm busy, Mi-ra."

Your secretary doesn't answer.

"Did you at least bring the documents for the Korean Air contract?"

You are too focused on your paperwork. Only after a couple of minutes, you realize, she still hasn't answered yet.

When you look up, it's not Mi-ra, who entered your office.

"Ahin."

You greet her, before finishing the last two sentences you were writing. Once you put your pen down, you can't help but let your eyes roam her body for a second, before focusing on her face.

Her tight black dress hugs her body. It exposes her creamy thighs and her shoulders. Her chest looks a little bigger than usual. Ahin's blonde hair flows down her left shoulder, almost covering one of her earrings. Although her face is usually on the cuter side, her red lipstick makes her seem more mature and seductive.

Ahin told you, that she wanted to have a serious conversation, but you already know where this is going to go.

"I thought we were gonna meet tonight. I'm a little busy."

The blonde shakes her head, while crossing her arms.

"I want to talk about this, now."

She is usually not that straight forward, but you see how she is slightly tapping her heel on the floor.

"What do you want to talk about?"

You stand up from the chair and lean against the side of your heavy, wooden desk.

"I-I want to talk about our relationship."

"Our relationship?"

"Yes."

Ahin keeps talking.

"I know, you must think I'm a slut or something, because I slept with you on the first date."

The words begin to spill out of her and her cheeks redden.

"But I'm not. I only sleep with a man, whom I really like."

She looks away, before glancing at you, just to look away again.

You are surprised, to say the least. Ahin has never been this shy. She always struck you as a confident woman. But here she is, telling you her feelings like a little high school girl.

Her hands play with the dark hem of her dress. Her eyes wander through your office, occasionally meeting yours. The confident Ahin you just saw is completely gone.

"But we never-"

"Only once."

You stand up straight.

"We met before?"

She nods slightly.

"In Paris."

You try to search in your memories. When was the last time you went to Paris? It must have been a couple of months ago. Before you bought the company and moved to Korea.

You begin to remember. You were learning Korean at that time. When you visited a Korean restaurant, you practiced your pronunciation, but the waitress was only able to understand half of what you said.

"The restaurant."

Ahin nods, a relived smile on her face.

"I'm the girl, who told you how to order."

"You are the tteokbokki girl."

The blonde chuckles at her ridiculous nickname.

"That's me I guess."

"But we never met after that."

"We didn't. But I got an offer from your company later."

You remember that. Because you weren't familiar with any Korean celebrities, you left the modelling to someone else.

"And you recognized me?"

"Yes. I found out who you are and I got interested."

"Interested?"

You feel Ahin slowly loosing her nervousness, the more she talks. She probably waited for this moment, since you left and she seems to have expected the worst.

"I checked out some of your videos and stuff."

She probably means interviews you had. Or the videos, with which you started your first business?

"And that made you like me?"

Ahin blushes once again.

"A little, yes. That's why I took the job. And that's why I went out with you."

You realize, that you still haven't given her an answer. But, when you look back on the time you spend with her during the last weeks, there is only one right answer.

"I'm honestly really enjoying your company."

Your words make her smile. A glimpse of hope sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

"If you have time tonight, I would like to enjoy it a little more."

"Is that a date?"

Her whispered question makes you laugh.

"It is."

Ahin's bright smile lights up your office. She steps closer and wraps her arms around you.

"I was so scared over the last week. I thought you wouldn't come back. Or you wouldn't like me."

Hugging her back, you pat her head lightly.

"Just call me when you are scared."

Ahin looks up at you. You reach forward and slowly push her hair out of her face.

"I will."

On instinct, you lean down, kissing her forehead.

The blonde stays in your arms a couple of moments longer, before she finally takes a step back.

"I have something else to tell you."

You raise your eyebrow, telling her to keep talking. Now, Ahin looks a little nervous again.

"While you were gone, I- I kept touching myself. Thinking about you."

She looks to the ground. Her cheeks red once more.

"But it wasn't as good as when you..."

She trails off, before looking at you again.

"I'm happy that we are dating now. But that's not enough for me. I need more."

Her hand slowly reaches out, playing with the sleeve of your shirt.

Ahin told you, that she only sleeps with a man, whom she really likes. She seemed genuine and you wonder how much she likes you, if she admits something like this.

"I-I can't wait any longer, since you're back now."

Ahin always gets shy, when she asks for sex. Usually, you were the one, who initiated it.

"I'm desperate."

The needy look on her face is evidence enough, that she has been missing you. If it's physically or mentally is not of importance right now. You feel yourself starting to care about only one thing. The thing that's now exclusively yours. Her body.

You place your finger underneath her chin, making Ahin look up at you. Your thumb grazes over her full red lips. Taking a step forward, your nose is almost touching hers.

"Is this the actual reason, why you are here?"

Ahin can't answer, when your lips meet hers. Your left hand is slowly traveling down her body. Over her back, towards her butt. Squeezing it, you make Ahin moan into your mouth, which enables you to enter her mouth with your tongue.

By now, you have begun to understand the young blonde's body really well. You know what she likes and what she pretends not to like. Your hand on her chin moves to stroke her cheek.

Breaking the kiss, you let your thumb graze over her lips once more. Ahin's breath is a little shaky.

"You said you are desperate."

She nods as she takes your thumb into her mouth.

"Prove it."

Ahin closes her eyes as she starts to suck on your finger. She pretends it's your cock, while she lets her tongue explore every inch of it. Your other hand moves along her waist, reaching her side.

Searching for the hem of her dress, you slowly hike it up as you watch Ahin suck on your thumb.

Once you have had enough, you let your right hand fall down. You can't see the colour of her panties, since Ahin is now standing on her tiptoes, while she is kissing you again, but you can feel them blocking your way towards her core.

Pulling them aside slightly, you feel Ahin tremble in anticipation.

"I didn't expect you to be such a naughty girl."

You mumble into the kiss as you let your finger slowly glide over her snatch.

"I am. For you."

Ahin whimpers into your mouth, when you finally part her lower lips with one finger.

What she told you was true. She did touch herself, while you were away. But her orgasms were sorry cries of the pleasure she usually got from being with you. To Ahin, her fingers didn't compare to your fingers, or your cock.

The desperate rubbing of her thighs against each other, is proof for how much she missed you. Her breath hitches, whenever your thumb meets her clit.

The young blonde has already given up on kissing you as she is slowly falling apart in front of you. The last time you have been with her, you found Ahin's soft spot. And now you use it to make her eyes fall shut, her lips tremble and her breath hitch.

Curling your finger inside of her, makes Ahin sigh in pleasure. Your other hand holds onto her waist and turns her a little, before leaning her against the edge of the table.

Her head falls back. Locks of pure gold glisten in the midday sun. Taking the advantage of her new posture, you decide to mark her.

Ahin told you before, that you should only leave marks, where no one can see them, but you decide that you know better. Her neck is your target and you feel Ahin humm in acknowledgement.

The feelings for her, which slowly grew stronger over the time you were away, are now taking over. That picture she send you is still carved into your mind.

Feeling Ahin tremble against you, you know what you need next.

Leaving her tight snatch, earns you a small whine from her, before she watches you lick your finger. Ahin tastes as amazing as always.

Holding her by her waist with both hands, you sit down on your chair, pulling Ahin with you. She lands on your lap, her smile showing, that she knows what you want.

She can feel your hardness underneath your pants. You have been like this, since she came in earlier. Now, Ahin holds your face with one of her hands, while giving you a deep kiss. The other moves downwards, slowly working on your belt.

Resuming your work on her neck, you hear Ahin sigh.

"People are gonna talk."

She sounds a little worried, but the lust in her voice is more than noticeable.

"Let them. You are mine now."

The blonde seems to like your words as she works on your pants even faster. Slightly raising your hips, Ahin gets them off and you are satisfied with the large dark spot on her otherwise flawless vanilla skin.

The woman on top of you lets some of her spit fall onto her opened hand, before she reaches down. As she meets your cock, the two of you hold eye contact. Her dark orbs sparkle, a slim smile plays around the corners of her mouth.

"You got no time to suck me off?"

You ask her teasingly.

"Tonight. I need to feel you now."

As Ahin coats your cock with her spit, you take her waist into one of your hands, while the other reaches upwards. You cup her breasts over the black fabric of her dress.

Although you want nothing more, than to bend Ahin over your desk and make her scream, you know that she is craving something else right now. Something more intimate.

Raising her hips with your hand, you make her hover over your cock. You watch how your tip slowly parts her lips as Ahin sinks herself onto you.

Her head falls onto your shoulder, even though you are only halfway inside.

"I forgot how big you are."

She whispers into your ear as you wait for her to adjust to the old feeling of being filled by you.

Ahin starts off slow. She brings her body up and down, almost making you want to take control. But she seems to like it very much. Her half open eyes are looking over your shoulder, out of the window. Her words are reduced to sighs and moans as she moves on top of you sensually.

You are surprised at how much you actually begin to like it. It feels more intimate than just raw fucking.

"I can't stop. This feels so good."

Ahin's head is nestled into your neck. You feel her warm breath on your skin. Your hand has moved up to lazily stroke her hair.

Going slowly like this has many positive side effects. One of which is Ahin's tightness. It feels like her pussy grips onto you stronger. Her walls glide along your shaft, squeezing tightly. You feel everything inside of her and you relish in the feeling, that you are now truly home inside of her body.

Ahin's small whines and slow movements are suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door. The blonde freezes in place. Although she is head over heels for you and really enjoying herself right now, she is still a former member of a girl group. If she is caught like this...

"Not now, Mi-ra!"

You don't know how your secretary would react to this sight. Her boss sitting on his chair, while a gorgeous young woman is sitting in his lap, her dress hiked up to her waist.

"I have the documents for the airline with me!"

"Leave them on your desk!"

You are glad that Mi-ra knows, why you are telling her to not come in. Let's just say, you almost got caught before.

The sound of your secretary's heels slowly fading, seems to have flipped a switch inside Ahin's mind.

Her head is still buried into your neck.

"Please fuck me now. I need it."

Her plea makes you a little more excited. You were enjoying it so far, but you knew, that you wouldn't be able to cum very soon.

"Let's ruin your office, boss."

Her teasing tone makes you see red.

You almost jump off the chair, making Ahin yelp in surprise. She slightly giggles, when you start walking. She is lighter than she seems and you can easily carry her around. The blonde slings her legs around your torso as you carry her through your office.

Once you finally reach the big glassy conference table, you place Ahin down on it. She feels the cold surface on her ass, before she lies down completely.

You stayed inside of her and you are not going to pull out soon.

"I would rather ruin you."

Ahin's eyes grow dark with lust and you start to fuck her hard. All the teasing and the sensual riding earlier left unsatisfied needs within you. Finally releasing them, you take it out on Ahin.

She arches her back off the table as you pound into her. There is no build up needed anymore. You just hold her by her waist, fucking her on the table in your office.

She moans with every thrust. It makes you slowly reach forward. Ahin's eyes tell you to choke her harder, when you fingers find her throat. You make sure that you are not hurting her as you make her cough slightly.

"You like this? You like being used like a plaything?"

Ahin is barely able to nod, you grip on her throat is too strong. You cut off her moans and now she has become a shaking, wordless mess. Her hair is sprawled out all over the glassy surface. Both of her hands are trying to hold on to either side of the big table, but she can barely reach them. Her body rocks back and forth, making her butt and head glide over the smooth surface.

Earlier, Ahin was enjoying being close to you. She wanted to feel you, savour the moment. Glad that the two of you are now dating.

But eventually, she knew she couldn't hold back. Ahin is usually a normal young woman. But when it comes to you, she would do anything. She can't believe that she is letting you have so much control over her body. But she can't deny how much she is loving it.

The way your left hand presses down onto her tummy, feeling her slightly defined abs, pressing her back into the cold glass. Your other hand, closing around her throat, not too tight, but just enough for her to have a little trouble to catch her breath. Your eyes, which are wandering over her half naked body, before they meet hers. And Ahin's most favorite thing. Your cock hitting her soft spot over and over again.

"So-so good."

Her voice sounds raspy and broken, so you decide to finally let go of her throat. The blonde breaths heavily as she feels herself getting closer.

"Just like that. Make me yours."

You feel another wave of feelings hit your body. Ahin has never looked more beautiful. You can't describe it, but you can feel it in your stomach. After the two weeks apart and after her confession, you feel more connected to her. And not just because you are fucking her senseless in your office. But because you care.

"Right there! Yes!"

Ahin's eyes are closed. Her mouth wide open. She throws her head from side to side. Her nails scratch over the glassy surface.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it."

You lean a little forward, grabbing a fistful of her blonde locks. You force her head off the table. Her eyes shoot open as you make her look at you.

"Cum for me, Ahin. Cum for me. Now."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, when she can't hold back any longer. You hold her by her hair and waist as Ahin cums on the conference table.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!"

She trembles like a leaf as you keep pounding her through her orgasm.

Ahin is usually not a squirter, but now you see some of her juices glisten on the glass. You keep going, not wanting to stop.

As Ahin's orgasm slowly dies down, yours starts to approach. You knew that this was coming sooner or later and you regret that you can't keep it off longer.

"Ahin..."

You groan as you feel the familiar feeling in your center. There is no need to say anything else, but her name. Ahin knows what it is. She can feel you starting to twitch inside of her. She can feel the pull on her hair getting stronger. You are almost sure that you are leaving marks on her hips, with how hard you are holding onto them.

But Ahin's eyes show, that she is loving it. She loves that you want to show that she is with you. Her messy hair in your hand. The large dark spot you left on her vanilla skin, right on her neck. She feels like she is wanted, when you do this to her. In this moment, Ahin doesn't care about the consequences. So what, when someone sees a hickie on her skin? She is allowed to have fun, right?

"I need your cum. I don't care where. Just give it to me."

Her begging sends you over the edge. It only takes you a split second to decide, where you want to cum. You have cum a lot in and on Ahin. Leaving her tight snatch, you feel yourself cumming. Your semen leaves your cock as you start to paint her body white. It hits her pussy, her lower stomach, her right thigh and her dress. The white streaks of your cum glisten on Ahin's body. Her black dress is stained as well. There is no way she can leave, without anyone knowing what you two did.

You try to catch your breath as you slowly let go of Ahin's hair. She rests her head on the table as she recovers as well.

"That was..."

Ahin looks at you. Her eyes still a little glassy.

"Wow."

You smile at her as you see her like this. She is on full display on top of the conference table. Her messy hair is everywhere. Your cum is still staining her body and her dress, before she slowly starts to scoop it up with her finger.

"I haven't tasted this in too long."

She licks her finger clean, moaning in delight.

You have to look away, knowing that she could convince you to go for a second round. But you still have work to do. As much as you would love to spend the rest of the day with Ahin, you know there is still stuff to do.

While the blonde slowly gets off the table, you walk towards the small closet in the corner of your office. You mainly use it for your own suits. It has happened a couple of times, that you were too busy to go home or sleep, so you stayed here. And that's why you have a couple of spare suits. And something else. In case something like this happens.

You take out a summer dress, which is hanging in the small closet. It's white with small roses on it.

"What is that?"

You have to admit that you are feeling a little guilty to show her this, but you can't let Ahin walk around with cum on her dress.

"This is for.."

You try to find the right word.

"Emergencies."

"So I'm not the only one you fucked in your office?"

Ahin looks at you in disappointment.

"N-No."

She stares at you, until you finally keep talking.

"But you are the only woman apart from the housekeeper, who knows what my house looks like from the inside."

You hope that this will make it a little less awkward.

"And I hope it stays that way."

You nod as you hand her the dress.

"From now on, you will be the only person I will be sleeping with."

Although the decision is a tough one, you know it's right. Ahin is a wonderful woman and you can't disrespect her by sleeping around.

To your surprise, she shakes her head.

"Honestly? I don't care if you have sex with other women."

You raise your eyebrow in suspicion. This seems like a trap.

"I mean, we would have to have rules for it, but I don't have a problem."

"You are joking."

Ahin shakes her head.

"I'm not. When I saw you and Karina coming out of the dressing room, I was angry. Yes. But not because you had sex with her. I thought the two of us had something special."

You realize that that's true. Up until now, all the women you have been with after Ahin, were excellent, no doubt, but they weren't Ahin. With her, you could talk afterwards for a while, before going to sleep. Or you could make breakfast with her, joking about this and that. She has become more than just a sex buddy.

"I think we do. That's why I won't sleep with anyone but you."

The blonde shakes her head, before she pulls her black dress over head. You can't help but stare at her bra for a moment, before your voice catches your attention.

"I honestly have to say that I found it hot. After you were gone, I imagined how you and Karina did it. How she made you cum. How you made her cum. I even asked her about it."

"You did?"

Ahin nods.

"I'm sorry, but this feels too much like a trap."

You say that as she is about to put the new dress on. She stops halfway and laughs heartily.

"Don't worry. I'm being serious. I heard what you did with Yuna and Ryujin."

You watch her in stunned silence as she resumes to put the summer dress on.

"How?"

"News travel fast among idols. Plus, I'm good friends with Lia. She is one of their members."

"I see."

You are still hesitant. What would you do, if the woman you are about to date, tells you to sleep with other women? And that she thinks it's hot?

"But like I said, I have a couple of boundaries."

"You want to sleep with other men as well?"

Ahin shakes her head.

"Like I said, I only sleep with the man, whom I like. Singular."

You nod in understanding. It seems like Ahin is actually serious.

"First, you don't invite any of the girls to your house."

You guess that's reasonable.

"Two, you have to tell me afterwards. I want to know, with whom you are sleeping with."

She is now sitting in your chair, while you are leaning against the desk. "Anything else?"

"Don't get any of them pregnant."

"The only girl I'm gonna get pregnant is my wife."

"Not me?"

She chuckles at your wordless expression.

"Anyways. Those are the things that I care about. Except for that you can do whatever you want."

When Ahin gets up, she thinks of one more thing.

"Ah. The most important one. You can only have feelings for me. When you feel that you like someone else, you have to tell me. And no presents like jewelry or anything."

"I don't buy you jewelry either."

Ahin pouts at you.

"It's not too late to start."

"You have more than enough money I think. Last time I checked, I'm paying you a lot to model for my company."

Ahin twirls around in her dress.

"Rightfully so. I bet you are barely able to keep up with making new clothes."

You chuckle at her playful confidence.

The date you and Ahin went on didn't go according to plan at all. The restaurant you wanted to take her to, was closed due to some health violation. Then, while you were driving around the city to find something better, you got a business call. It took about twenty minutes, while you were standing in a parking lot. You knew that Ahin wasn't enjoying herself, but she didn't complain.

It was hard to concentrate though, because you kept glancing at Ahin. Earlier today, you were unable to appreciate her creamy thighs, but now she is showing them off. Her knee high, white boots highlight them even more.

And when you have to ask the man on the phone, to repeat what he said, you see a smile appear on Ahin's cute, red lips. Her blonde hair is now flowing down her shoulders in small waves. A pair of golden sunglasses are decorating the top of  her head. She is wearing a dress again, but this one is even shorter than the black one. You knew that you would take her home tonight, no matter what. But her dress mad it even more exciting. The red and white clothing only barely covers her thighs. She has to wear small, white shorts underneath it, so that no one can catch a glimpse of her panties.

Once you finally end the call, you apologize.

"It's fine. As long as we are spending time together."

Ahin places the sunglasses on her nose as she looks outside.

"I feel like a real celebrity right now."

You chuckle, before opening your phone.

"You wanna eat in here?"

"Isn't the car expensive?"

You shrug your shoulders, before you open one of the apps to order.

Now it's Ahin's turn to get a phone call.

"Oh. Hi Sohee unnie."

You glance at her. That's not the Sohee you know. Right?

"I'm out right now."

You only hear Ahin's end of the call.

"Maybe tomorrow."

She whispers into the phone.

"I'm on a date."

You don't hear the response, but you see Ahin blush.

"Stop it, unnie."

You get distracted by the headlights in your side mirror. Getting out of the car, you walk towards the delivery guy with your food. It's better if he doesn't see Ahin. After getting back in the car, Ahin seems to have finished the call.

"This is yours, I believe."

You open the lid and give her a pair of chopsticks as well.

"Tteokbokki girl."

"Yah. I have a name, you know."

Opening the box of fried chicken, you eat one, before turning towards her.

"You don't like it?"

"Well.."

Ahin eats a rice cake, while looking outside.

"You do?"

She doesn't respond, but you see her smile in the reflection of the window.

"Can you turn right here?"

You do what she asks.

"Is this a shortcut?"

"No. My friend lives here."

You keep your eyes focused on the road.

"I thought we would spend the night together?"

It takes effort not to sound disappointed. You looked forward to the date and it's aftermath, while you were working today.

"We will. Just not in your house."

"You want me to sleep at your friends place?"

"The two of us planned to hang out together this week, but her schedule changed. She is gonna leave on Sunday."

"That's in two days. Can't you meet tomorrow?"

Ahin shakes her head.

"Trust me. You want to sleep at her place."

You wonder if that's true.

Your doubts are erased, as soon as Ahin's friend opens the door for the both of you. She didn't say anything about what you were gonna do here, but the way her friend looks at you and the way she is dressed makes it pretty obvious.

Her black shorts don't even attempt to hide anything. You can see the small outlines of her cameltoe. When she hugs Ahin, you see that the shape of her ass is more than just visible. Her yellow lacy top is very low cut. Because you are taller than most of the people in Korea, you can actually see everything. Her heels, which are matching the top, are even higher than Ahin's. It feels like not even 50% of her body is clothed. Her hair is blonde as well, but it's cut short. It makes her look more sexy, while Ahin has cuter vibes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sohee."

"Nice to meet you."

"The two of us have a song together. It's called 'OK'."

Ahin explains their connection.

"Maybe you know me from my stage name. DJ Soda."

You have never seen her before, but you can't wait to get to know her better.

"You must be (y/n). Ahin told me a lot about you."

You are pretty sure, you know what Ahin told her. And Sohee doesn't even try to hide it, she lazily plays with one of the straps on her top, while scanning your figure.

"And the two of you are dating now?"

Ahin nods.

"We are. But would you mind letting us inside, before you undress him with your eyes?"

The two of them seem close and Sohee just steps aside. She closes the door, once all of you are inside of her apartment.

As you watch her friend getting a glass of water for Ahin, you wonder, if this is a trap. She told you explicitly that she is okay with you sleeping around. But it just sounds too good to be true.

"I will be back in a sec."

Ahin walks off, to what seems to be the bathroom. While she gets past you, she gives you a wink, before letting her hand graze against your crotch.

"Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

You follow Sohee's invitation and take your place on the sofa.

"Tell me."

She whispers, after sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.

"How good is Ahin in bed?"

"I think you should ask her yourself."

You hope she is coming back soon, Ahin seems like a wonderful woman and you don't want to mess this up. It is still not clear to you, if this is a trap or not.

"Ahin told me everything already. She said you can fuck her all night."

"Well... That's maybe a little exaggerated."

"Is it? Why don't we try?"

Her hand sneaks towards your knee and you feel her nails dance over your thigh.

In that moment Ahin finally comes back. You almost expect her to tell Sohee to leave you alone. Instead, she starts to laugh.

"I told you unnie. There is now way you could suck him off, while I'm gone."

"What?"

You look at the two of them.

"We made a bet. Unnie said she could seduce you immediately, I said, you would at least wait for me to come back."

"Fine you won. So what?"

Sohee rolls her eyes.

"Why don't you let her do what she wants?"

Ahin sits down next to you. Her hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck her."

You stare at her eyes for a moment. You only see lust in them. Similar to when you made her cum in your office earlier. There is no way you can resist now.

Sohee seems to have seen it as well. Her hand moves towards you to undo your belt.

While she gets your pants off, you look at her. You don't know what it is, but she makes you want to use her. To just use her like an object. The way she is dressed, the way she behaves, the way she talks. She is almost begging for it.

Ahin whispers into your ear.

"She likes it rough."

You were already hard, since the moment Sohee opened her door. Without hesitation, you grab the back of her head and force her onto your cock.

She lets out a surprised cough, but stays in place. Her throat feels a little tighter than Ahin's does. You push her further down your length. When you hit the back of her throat, you realize, that she can't take more. Literally. She can't fit all of you inside. The space from her lips to your base is almost two fingers wide. You try to force her further, but she starts to cough up spit.

You let her go, watching your already in saliva covered cock fall out of her mouth.

"Oh shit, that's deep."

You only give her a second to breathe, before you grab her head once more. Sohee closes her eyes as you force her down.

"Oh. That looks good."

Ahin leans forward to get a better look.

"You should fuck her face, honey."

She keeps calling you all these nicknames, when you are fucking her.

But now it's Sohee's turn. While your cock is still rammed down her throat, you slowly stand up, making her move as well. You see her trying to breath through her nose.

"You wanted to know how I fuck Ahin? Let me show you."

Her eyes light up as you hold her head in place with both hands. You retreat a little, enabling her to breath for just a moment. A second later, your cock is down her throat once more. Sohee chokes again. Strings of spit connect her lips with your cock, when you leave her mouth.

It starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as you begin to fuck her face.

"Yes. Make her gag."

Ahin is now the one sitting on the table, while you have forced Sohee onto her knees in front of you. The younger blonde cups her breasts over her red dress.

Looking down, you see that rivers of saliva start to reach Sohee's wide open cleavage. You increase your pace, not satisfied with how good she still looks. Something deep down tells you to ruin her face. You can't fight it and so you do your best.

Sohee's gagging becomes louder as you hit the back of her throat over and over again. It feels like you are fucking her face faster than your heart is pounding.

Ahin's left arm is behind her, supporting her weight as she leans back. She lazily lets her hand glide over her dress. It enables you to see the large wet spot on her safety shorts.

"Give it to her. Give her your cock."

Ahin wasn't lying, when she said that she gets off on this.

Encouraged by her lewd words, you focus back on Sohee. She looks like she is just letting everything hit her. Her eyes are closed, she doesn't struggle. She chokes from time to time. But apart from that, it feels like you are fucking a flashlight.

By now her tits are completely wet. A small puddle of spit has already formed in front of her thighs.

"Let me help you."

Ahin has watched enough and is now kneeling behind Sohee. She holds the older blonde's face in place now. You grab her short hair. The two of you are using the older girl like a toy. Only for your pleasure.

When you lean forward a little, you can see the black shorts, which are hugging her ass tight.

"You wanna fuck her?"

Ahin seems to have seen, what you were looking at. You nod, unable to form words. Sohee's throat is making you go crazy.

"Get on the couch, slut."

Ahin lets go of Sohee's head and you loosen your grip on her hair. The blonde is finally able to catch her breath. It feels like your cock is twice as heavy as usual, due to all the spit.

When Sohee is still recovering for a couple of moments, you run out of patients. It's her fault, when she wears these clothes. You pull her to her feet and spin her around, while stepping behind her. Pushing against her back, makes Sohee fall towards the sofa. Her upper body is hanging over the backrest, while her ass is in a perfect position.

To your surprise, Ahin is faster than you. She gives her friend's ass a loud spank.

"You are gonna love it, honey."

Squeezing her ass, you make Sohee moan.

"Oh fuck. Give it to me."

She still sounds weak. But you don't care. This fire in you is still burning. You don't know what it is. Maybe it's her outfit, or her style, or that Ahin is watching.

Either way, you begin to peel the black fabric off her ass. You do it slowly, revealing more and more of her porcelain like flesh.

Once her pants are sliding down her thighs, you give her a good spank.

"Oh god!"

Ahin follows suit, giving her another one. The two of you work together, turning Sohee's cheeks into a bright red.

Usually, Ahin isn't this dominant, but she is enjoying herself more than she expected. Her eyes glisten with lust, when she watches you finally lining up your cock with Sohee's soaked cunt.

The face fucking and the spanking must have turned her on more than you thought.

"Make her cum on your cock, like you do with me. Show her what a whore she is for her friend's daddy."

Spreading the Dj's ass cheeks apart, you take a good look at her pussy, before you slowly slide inside.

"Holy shit! More!"

You keep pressing forward, until you finally bottom out inside of her.

"Holy fuck!"

Ahin grins widely at her friend's comment.

"Fuck her good."

You do as she says. Cutting the build up short, you start pounding into Sohee after only a couple of slow thrusts. You feel her shift around a little, trying to find a spot, where she can take it the best.

"Fuck yes! Tear my pussy open with that cock!"

While fucking her harder, you squeeze her ass with your left hand. It makes her moan louder as you reach forward to grab the back of her neck.

"Fucking use me! Use me like a toy!"

You don't have anything else in mind as you pound Ahin's friend into her own sofa. The hand on her neck makes her look up straight, enabling you to watch her expressions in the mirror in front of her. Sohee's eyes are shut. Her lips are pressed together, when she isn't moaning. The knuckles of her hands turn white as she holds onto the backrest for dear life.

You could have fucked her like this for hours. If it wasn't for Ahin. At first the sound of your hips, meeting Sohee's ass and her lewd moans, were the only sounds in the room. But soon, you start to hear desperate whines on your right.

Turning your head to the source, you see Ahin lying on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest. Her safety shorts are discarded onto the floor. The lack of underwear and with that her ulterior motive are more than obvious. She draws circles on her own clit, watching you fuck the life out of her friend. Her half open eyes show how much she is enjoying it.

You only get distracted for a moment, before Sohee makes you focus on her again.

"Harder! Harder! Make me cum!"

As you keep pounding into her tight snatch, your hand leaves her neck to travel towards her chest. Slipping underneath her skimpy top, you start to play with her breasts. They are bigger than Ahin's, but you feel they are missing something in comparison to the woman next to you.

"Fuck yes! Almost there!"

Sohee's moans become louder and louder. Her pussy becomes wetter. Her eyes are still shut. And then she cums. She is suddenly silent. Not a sound escapes her mouth. You watch her wide open mouth in the mirror as her pussy contracts around you. It tries to make you cum as well. But there is still someone, you have to take care of.

Ahin is now knuckle deep inside her own pussy as she watches her friend orgasm around your cock.

Except for the muscles in her pussy, Sohee seems to be lifeless. Until she starts moaning again. As if someone paused a video.

"Holy-Holy fuck!"

"Do me now, daddy. Do me, please."

You slowly leave Sohee's wet cavern, making her moan one last time. Reaching to your left, you position Ahin right next to her friend. Bend over the backrest. Her hass up. Her head hanging off. Her golden hair barely touching the floor.

"Yes, daddy. Fuck me, please."

There is no need for a build up with Ahin as well. She has played long enough with herself already.

When you enter her, it feels like her pussy is already used to being filled by your cock. Her tight walls wrap themselves around your length immediately, holding you tight.

You resume your pounding, but this time you are fucking a different pussy. You can't help but compare. Ahin's is tighter, while Sohee is a little bit more wet.

Speaking of. The older girl is still hanging off the backrest as if she is asleep.

"Oh, daddy! Your pounding my pussy so good!"

You reach forward again, but this time, you aim for the girl's hair. Pulling on it, makes Ahin raise her head. She grunts slightly as you pull a little too hard for a moment. The slight pain is washed away quickly by your thrust.

Now, you are able to watch her gorgeous face twitch in pleasure as you fuck her from behind. You see her biting her lower lip, trying to silence herself.

"I want you to scream. Tell me how good you are feeling."

Ahin's eyes shoot open and she focuses her gaze on yours.

"It's so good! You are pounding me so hard, daddy!"

You feel yourself getting closer as you watch Ahin's body getting rocked back and forth in the mirror. Leaning forward, you start to kiss her exposed shoulders. You can taste the salty sweat on her skin.

You want to make Ahin cum before you do. But the combination of Sohee's throat and pussy and Ahin's tight snatch prove as to much for you. Feeling, that you are holding her waist harder and harder, Ahin knows that you are about to cum.

"Yes! Fill me up, daddy! Fill me with that cum of yours!"

Sohee finally seems to have regained her senses. She is now kneeling on the couch, watching how you fuck Ahin.

"Cum in that pussy. Ruin her."

The seductive look she is giving you finally trips you over the edge.

You groan as you unload inside of Ahin. Rope after rope of cum paints her insides. You are surprised at how much you are shooting inside of her. After a couple of moments, you are finally drained.

You wish you could stay in her forever, but Ahin still hasn't cum yet. As soon as you leaver her snatch, Sohee takes your place. Hungrily, she starts to eat her out from behind, before any of your cum can leak out of the younger girl's freshly fucked pussy.

"You taste so good with his cum."

It takes her about a minute, until you see Ahin starting to tremble. Her hand is covering her mouth. The only thing you can do is watch as her friend makes her orgasm, while she eats your cum out of her pussy.

[satorubrain]

Uh hello can you make a classic cuddling with headpats and comforting drunk crying gojo anddd ruffling his hair while he mumble his problems out and "gojo" and "fem reader" end up playing videogames and laughing while tickle fighting or something you have the option of the ending, but fluffy make it the fluffiest fluff u can :D and thanks

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!!!!!!!

A/N: I LOVE PAMPERING SATORU SO MUCH

"Oh?" Satoru mumbles to himself, confused, after opening the leftover tiffin just to find out you've hidden away chocolates from him. He's dumbfounded, you've never hidden away any sweets from him so why now? Hurt and baffled, he pops multiple pieces of the chocolate into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the chocolates, enjoying the taste of it as it melts down and he gulps it down. Before he knows, he's already the entire box in a couple of minutes.

Satisfied with his decision, he decides to finally confront you about your horrible secrecy.

"Oh." This time he realizes why you hid the chocolates away as his balance falters, causing him to sit on the ground. No wonder the chocolates tasted a bit different too. They were alcohol infused chocolates.

Nothing would've ever prepared you for the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, fully crying.

"SATORU??!" You scream in horror as you rush to him before dropping to your knees, gently wiping his tears away. "H-hey, what's wrong?" you inquire with a crack in your voice. You feel your heart breaking and torn into shreds as Satoru pulls you into a tight hug, fully sobbing.

"I lo-ve y-you sho much" he cries out. "so please don' hi-de things from me and don' get angy. N-no matter how much i tr-oubl youuu" he hiccups, still sobbing, seeking any form of comfort from you.

Seeing the empty box on the ground beside the open fridge is enough evidence to tell you the story. The raging heartbeat and the sickening feeling in your stomach are slowly dissipating but it won't fully go away till your beloved has calmed down.

You pat his back, trying to comfort him "Don't worry Satoru, I'm right here aren't I?" you assure him, freeing yourself from his grip before cupping his cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss. "and I'm always going to love you, okay?"

Satoru nods, still frowning slightly as his sobs calm down before he raises his hand, stretching out his little finger "promish?"

You tear up at his adorable actions and you're sure your heart is going to combust if he gets any cuter. Giggling you raise your pinkie before intertwining with his "Promise!" you pledge, eternally committing to him.

"Now, my big baby, let's sit in a much more comfortable place?" You inform him as you pick both of you up. Him putting his weight on you while wrapping his arms around your waist, causing you to skip your steps eliciting soft giggles from him.

You help him to your shared bedroom before gently putting him down but he decides to drag you with him, pinning you under him. Placing sloppy kisses on your neck, rather tickling you.

Seeming satisfied with your laugh thanks to his mischievous behavior, he soon falls asleep on top of you trapping you both in an extremely uncomfortable position.

Honestly, the roller coaster of the ride he went through in less than half an hour doesn't even faze you. Fully knowing how his brain works in his own mysterious ways and at his unique pace.

Nor are you surprised when he gives you a little ring which perfectly fits in your pinkie. After all there's absolutely no way he'll ever forget any moment spent with you no matter how intoxicated he might be.

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Nothing else matters...

Scream fanfiction

word count: 4,9k

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, death, graphic scenes, death of a main character, Scream 6 spoilers, not greatly written madness arc, spoilers for all the Screams, madness, angst, loss, sorrow and anguish, not native english speaker writing, mad!Sam

Summary: You leave Woodsboro with your girlfriend and friends, just for your past to chase after. Sam is dancing on the edge of despair.

a.n.: Been working on this for a little while. The base idea was mine, but @chefboiblobbies helped a lot with giving me inspiration, and being the most wholesome human one could wish for while writing. Thanks a lot!

a.n.2.: This was NOT planned to be this angsty when I started writing. Still, love that it turned out this way. Lil' "fluff" at the end! Also I'm not a native english person, don't stone me for writing something badly please.

Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

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When Tara met you in Woodsboro high school, she never expected to fall for you. Yet she did. Hard. It didn’t require much time for you to ask her out too. Love was in the air, and it was as if you were meant together. You carried her books for her, got overprotective when Wes showed up and chased away her bullies more than once. Mindy made sure to let you know how cute you two looked which always resulted in Tara hiding in your neck, red from embarrassment.

Then she got attacked. You never left the hospital neither her side, not once. When Ghostface came for her, you stood beside her and got carved up. Again. For this happened to you before. Everybody in Woodsboro knew this. You were one of the survivors of the last attacks, when your sister and Charlie Walker decided to follow the tradition of the town. When the big reveal happened, Jill stabbed you and left you to die. The events still haunt you in your dreams.

After what happened then, you were offered to move in with Kirby, and you gladly accepted. She made sure to be the sister that you lost and helped you in any way possible. You were often visited by Gale and Sydney too, to make sure everything is okay. Everything was certainly not okay, but you managed just fine. You started high school two years after Kirby finished it.

Tara and you met on her first year at Woodsboro high. She was so lost it was almost written on her face, so you offered to help which she gladly accepted. After that you took her around school, showed her around. You quickly became friends, and you joined her friend circle as well. Until then, you were more like a lonely island with walls raised so high, the sun couldn't be seen at the top. The moment you two started getting along, these walls crumbled down like they were made of cards that got blown at.

You were so scared for her when you got the news from the police about the attack. You rushed to the hospital and barged in her room, not caring about the angry voices behind you. She was sleeping peacefully, her heartbeat monitors beeping at a steady state. You held her hand until she waked, high from all the painkillers she got. She was even cuter now. Cute, beautiful, and fragile. You wanted nothing more than to protect her. You got the chance to do that, not long after.

When Ghostface came after her, Dewey managed to shoot the killer three times with your help. You got stabbed the same amount beforehand, trying to protect Tara from the deadly blade. Then the late sheriff made the mistake of confronting the killer alone.

The shared trauma bonded you two even more. There wasn’t a night that you spent apart after the events cuddling and sleeping together, fearing to ever lose to other. When on Sam's decision they moved to New York, you followed suit, making sure to live close to them. Late night calls from Tara were often. Her nightmares always making her shiver and tremble until she was in your arms.

One day you were cuddling together in her bed, watching a movie. You were both relaxed, leaving the memories behind. You thought it was in the past now. You thought you would be able to move on, continue with your life. You were wrong.

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After the grocery store, Sam didn't know who to trust. The movement of Ghostface was familiar. Her father's voice inside her head told her it was someone she loved. She ignored him.

She was dazed while Bailey questioned them. Didn't know where to look, what to do. She told him her alibi, then stayed in dead silence, half-listening to what you and Tara were saying.

When Bailey left and you two started to follow suit, she also joined. Her mind was still hazy and full of rage. She didn't know what to do with it. It was as if it were bottled up in her, but she couldn't take of the cap.

"Kirby!" She heard you exclaim in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello Y/N" she said before also acknowledging the other two women in the hallway.

"You know each other?" Bailey asked.

"Yes. Sam was a junior in Woodsboro high when I was a senior. With Y/N, we've known each other since..." Kirby stopped clearing her throat and looking at you. "Well, since 2011" she finished.

"She and her family looked out for me after my sister decided to end ours... I can't be more thankful for that" you said as you walked up to hug her tightly. She didn't protest and hugged you back.

"I've missed you" she sighed.

"Me too" you said, poking your chin into her neck. "But you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

"I would really like to know that too" Bailey said, inching a little closer.

"I take special interest in Ghostface cases" Kirby started. "Last year I wasn't allowed to do my job for being too green, but now I got clearance. I'll help with your investigation detective."

When you walked back to the Carpenters Sam asked you; "How much do you trust her?"

You looked back, disbelief flooding your face. "With my heart and soul. She would never hurt me in any way shape or form." You answered when you realised, she was really awaiting an answer.

"Good."

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The events unfolded way quicker than Sam would have liked it. Anika and Quinn were dead, killed by Ghostface in her apartment. Bailey has crumbled to pieces. Tara and you were glued together, Mindy was furious and exhausted. To make matters worse for Sam, Gale showed up again offering her help. She enjoyed the reporter's presence but she was high up on the suspect list.

Gale was nice with you as always, making sure you were okay or at least healthy. Of course you were not okay, your best friend, Quinn died. How does someone deal with that?

The reporter leaded the group to a cinema, where Sam tensed. Memories flashed through her mind that weren't hers. To add to the plate, her father was back again, whispering and influencing her in ways that seemed more and more acceptable.

Objects of the late Ghostface killings were displayed. The television, that ended Stu Macher, the blade your sister had used, even blueprints and drawings of the original house. Everything was here.

You had episodes too. Memories of that fateful night at Kirby's old house. Your sister's face as she grinned at you raised her hand and... You cut it out. Turned around and didn't look back until you left the stage to comfort your shaken girlfriend.

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After the attack on Gale both you and Sam were on your heels. You both wanted revenge and with Tara’s idea, a plan was formed. It wasn’t that complicated; the only thing for you to do was to stay vigilant the whole time. The grid hallway would trap anyone who would come inside after you and then Kirby would shoot them. No compromise, no jail, and no police. With Mindy and Ethan being cut of from the team, you started without them. Kirby locked the shaft and held onto the gun. Sam protested but the agent wouldn’t hear any of it.

Kirby decided to sweep the are one more time, before getting comfortable. Tara and Chad went to the bar of the cinema, to try and find something edible. Sam, drawn by an invisible force went upstage to the mannequins. You followed her, trying hard not to look at that robe.

Sam kept walking towards the middle figure. Step by step she got closer, the air around her suddenly becoming suffocating. Her heartbeat was out the roof once she pressed her fingers lightly on the glass door. Then she saw his face, reflecting at her. Wide warm smile on his face as if he was welcoming her home. Maybe he was.

“All hail Sam Loomis!” he said “You know there’s only one way this will end for good. With you, finishing my job.”

“Shut up” she mumbled effortlessly.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… You just don’t learn, do you?” he asked. “Pick up my legacy and finish the job.”

“Please…”

“He isn’t wrong you know” this was a new voice. A woman’s voice coming from behind her. Sam turned around and saw herself, just older. No, this wasn’t her. This was… “When I tried to get revenge for my pretty boy, they killed me and made a movie out of it!” Nancy’s voice was low, full of hatred. “But you! You still have the chance to avenge our family!”

“N-“ Sam started but was cut of again by yet another new voice.

“They don’t deserve to live!” her voice sounded familiar. Sam turned right, to see who’s speaking and found you. No, this wasn’t you either. “They all cheated death. What makes them think they can escape his cold, white grasp?”

“That’s the catch!” Billy spoke again and chuckled. “No one can! No matter if they die sooner, so this may not happen again and let others live for more! It doesn’t mean a thing. Why protect them then?”

“There really is no point babe!” now, Sam knew who this was coming from. It haunted her in her dreams and made her days miserable as well. “Why wouldn’t you hunt down and slice up those, who have wronged you? Just think about all the slicing you could do. It felt good to slice me up, didn’t it?"

Yes.

“Imagine how good it would feel to kill your haters.” Amber spoke from beside Richie. “Oh! What a gran finale that would be!”

“You would be a star!” Charlie appeared. “Loved by everyone!”

No. Feared!

“Feared would be even better wouldn’t it Sammy?” Billy spoke as if he heard her thoughts. Maybe he did. Maybe he was right.

“We all know failure, there is no denying it” Roman said. “You could beat everyone of us! The one that got away. The one that finished the job. The one that could kill Sydney fuckin’ Prescott.”

“Now wouldn’t that be just… Liberating?” said Mickey while gently caressing her back.

Maybe.

Sam could feel his hand getting grabbed and yanked upward. As she turned towards the man who yanked her arm, she could feel shaky breathing on her fingers. Stu was holding her half laughing, half panting. Maniac smile plastered on his face. “The moment when the knifey enters the body! It’s so… Uplifting!” he yelled and threw her hand up, to prove himself. “You know I’m right.” he growelled.

Yes.

“You’ve felt it” Billy joined in the chanting.

Yes!

“And you want to taste it again” almost all of them were yelling at this point.

And again, and again, and again.

“Finish the job…” Billy said, looking deeply in her eyes.

Before Sam could answer him, she got turned around, away from the glass. You were holding her shoulders, lightly shaking her up.

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You needed to do something. Sam had been staring at her father’s robes for almost five minutes now mumbling and shaking. So, you did the only thing you could. You grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her away.

Something changed in her. You saw it the moment she turned and broke the trans state she got in. Your brain could register Tara's laughter in the distance, but you didn't pay attention to it right now. Sam's eyes were burning with hatred, and you weren't sure it was not directed towards you.

"Everything okay?" You asked, worry in your voice.

She didn't answer, just looked at you like you asked her whether she wants to die. After a few moments, her eyes widened, and her expressions softened. She put one of her hands on your shoulder reassuringly and spoke quietly.

"Yes. Sorry for that. I just..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her phone rang, Bailey showing up on the screen. You pointed towards it, gesturing for her to pick up. She nodded and pressed the green button on the screen.

"Hel..." she started, but was interrupted again, frustration washing over her face. You could hear Bailey's voice but couldn't make out what he said. It was something about Kirby and the FBI. Sam's expression changed to fear, to anger and then to determination. She hung up, ripped open her father's cabinet and picked up the bloody knife. She looked at you in disbelief, like she was reconciling something.

"You said you vouch for Kirby being on our side!"

"Because she is!" You said, your voice trembling with fear at the recognition of her words.

"Well, Bailey just told me she was suspended from the FBI a year ago, for unpredictable behaviour" Sam told you. "She was lying to us this whole time!"

What? How could this be? Could Kirby really be a cold-blooded killer? The woman who treated you like her sister when yours turned out to be a psycho. The one that protected you and took care of you after the events of 2011. It couldn't be. It can't be.

"Well, she very much looks guilty now" Sam answered you. As it turns out, that last part, you said out loud.

You couldn't move from the shock. It was as if you were glued to the ground, the weight of pressure finally nailing you down. You didn't even register Sam storming of to find Kirby. You couldn't comprehend anything that was happening around you. It was like if the robes around you faces had, all of them staring you down. One of them was smiling. Oh, how you missed that smile.

She was there, in the place of the mannequin. Her hair messy like the last time you saw her, knife in hand. Sydney on the floor, under her watchful gaze. There were other bodies, but none of them recognisable. The moment flashed vividly before you. Your sisters face changed when she understood what you were seeing. Her smile turned from the one that you loved so much to one that you feared. One you were terrified of. The same she stabbed you with more times you wanted to remember.

"Looks like our friend finally came to her senses" Jill said as she started to giggle. The giggling quickly turned into laughter, then to shrieking. You dropped to your knees, crying, screaming at her to stop. She didn't. You could feel the other Ghostfaces moving from their places behind you, each having the same purpose; to slice you up like they did to Quinn.

You were crumbling on the floor, the weight feeling impossibly heavy, when a scream woke you. You turned to its direction. It came from the bar. Why was that important? Oh right, your girlfriend was there. Why did that matter?

It hit you like a train. In seconds you were running to the others. The sight that welcomed you was worse than what you lived through just moments ago. Two Ghostfaces had Chad on his knees, taking turns on striking their knifes into him. Tara was held back by a frozen Sam, Kirby nowhere to be seen. You rushed towards the Carpenters, pulling them backwards but for no avail. Sam was rooted to her space, holding onto Tara so hard, you were afraid for her. Blood was pumping in your ear, muffling the sounds of the Ghostfaces work and Tara's pleads and screams.

You tried again, this time more forcefully. You didn't expect what would happen. With lightning speed, Sam shoved you forcefully backwards, pushing Tara back as well. Then she shot out with a speed you have never seen yet. In just milliseconds she threw herself onto one of the attackers, tackling them. Then she strook down with the knife.

You couldn't believe your eyes. The other Ghostface quickly threw Chad to the floor, trying to help his accomplice but he wasn't successful. Sam blocked the attack by punching away the hand that held the knife and plunged her own inside of him, tearing on his robes. He fell over, a feminine scream leaving her. Sam was over her in an instant, driving her blade into her once again. The other threw himself onto Sam getting her off her. When he tried to stab her, she punched him in the neck and tried to disarm him, since her knife was still in the other Ghostface. She gripped his hand, hard and smacked it against the wall beside them.

You started moving to help, but then saw the raging fire that was burning inside Sam's eyes, and you froze. She wasn't the woman you knew. She was more like a version of her that reminded you of... Of Jill. The raw strength, the rage, the hatred. Every little detail reminded you of her, of the ruthless predator that sliced you up. The sister that showed no remorse in trying to eradicate her family.

So, you just watched, Tara in your arms, also frozen. Her sobs stopped and was now watching horrified of what her sister does.

A gunshot's sounded through the room, its discord slowly fading away. You snapped your head back, seeing Bailey edging towards you with Kirby held as a hostage wounds on her stomach and arms, blood dribbling out of them. You saw that he knew you were there too, but his eyes were fixated on what was happening on the other side of the room. You turned back, in time to see Sam pulling the knife through one of their throats and spinning quickly behind the other, placing the blade on their now exposed neck, drawing blood. The other stumbled to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Put. Her. Down." Bailey spitted out, voice full of loss and hatred.

Sam laughed before answering, a manic smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were filled with joy and fulfilment as she held back the other woman, who was struggling against her firm, unescapable grip. "How nice of you to join the party that you orchestrated. I've been waiting for you!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked tearing up at the sight of one of the Ghostfaces dropping to the floor. This was the moment you realised how deeply you were betrayed. Not just by him, but by your best friend too. You looked at the Ghostface that was held captive by Sam, disgust written all over your face.

"Should you be really worried about that with a knife held to your bitch daughter's throat?" She asked back, her voice trembling from joy. "I would just need to press a little harder and your family would be o-ver" and she did, carving into the flesh to make her point. "Every one of you, killed by me. Ironic, isn't it? Since you were the ones that tried to fuck with mine" she growled the last sentence.

"What..." was the only thing that left Tara, her voice dying in her throat.

"Oh, don't you worry sweety. I figured it out. I figured out how to end this once and for all!" Her excitement was palpable.

"H- How will you do it?" You asked, fearing the answer.

"I will kill everyone who had anything to do with any of this. After that, no one will do it, ever again!"

A chill ran down your spine. Her smile was like a wretched and rotten corpse ready to be cremated. She was talking about everyone and both you and Tara knew it. You knew you were on the list that formed inside her head.

"We need to get out of here" you whispered to Tara, who nodded slightly.

“Let her go and I will let Kirby walk away” Bailey started. It was like he didn’t hear what Sam just spoke about. “This is between you and me!”

“I should have known it was you from the start!” Sam stated pointing at Bailey with her blade. “You know, you have the same nose as your son. The earlobes are similar as well. How was I this stupid?! I wonder if your screams and whimpers are the same as well.”

Bailey’s face darkened at that sentence. He went rigid, his muscles tensing, veins showing on his face.

“That’s it!” Sam called out, victorious grin on her face. “Show your daughter what a monster you really are!”

You leaned down to Tara, whispering in her ear. “When I push, you run behind the counter. Don’t look back. I will be right behind you…”

As the last word escaped your mouth, Bailey pushed Kirby away from himself and shot at Sam three times. Immediately you pushed Tara, who started ducking and running towards the location you told her. You saw Sam taking cover, using Quinn as a human shield. You rushed for Kirby, yanking her by her arm and dragging herself with you. Another shot was fired, and you felt immense pain in your left leg. With a final force you pushed Kirby forward and fell to the floor. She made it. She must have made it.

You looked back behind your shoulders to see Sam racing towards her enemy. Two additional shots were fired but neither one hit Sam, who was now on her opponent striking down with her blade. She stabbed him two times in the stomach, then pulled her blade high, and finally plunging it in Bailey’s face. His blood dribbled out, covering Sam. She tasted the blood and revelled in the feeling. You looked where she was originally positioned. Quinn had her mask taken of a huge opening in her throat, gasping for air that would never come. Not long after, her moans also faded away leaving silence in the room. You fearfully watched Sam whose eyes were wide as if she just had the most fulfilling euphoria in her life.

Sam sat over Bailey, still as a statue. You didn’t dare to move either. Whatever happened to her, you didn’t feel like she was safe. You were right.

As the blood from her blade dropped to the floor, her head snapped to where you were, her eyes wide. She slowly started moving towards you, while you desperately tried to push yourself further away from her. You could hear low whispers coming from the counter, so you made even more noise, trying to keep them hidden.

“Oh, Y/N” Sam started. “I’m sorry it had come to this. Truly…”

“Sam” you started shaking. “Sam stop! What are you doing?!”

“Tell me where my sister is and I swear I’ll make this quick for you” she said, then plunged the knife deep into your stomach. You didn’t need to try making sounds now to cover for your girlfriend. The scream that left you was louder than you imagined you could be.

“Where. Is. She?”

“Fuck you- Arghh!” you moaned out in pain as she twisted the knife in you.

“Sam stop!” Tara cried out, standing up from behind the counter. “Why…”

“To stop this from happening ever again. I thought I said this already.” she answered while standing up. From below, you could see the cuts and wounds that were left by the Ghostfaces. How is she still moving? “Now come here! I’ll promise it will be painless.”

“You’re crazy” you huffed out but got cut of with a kick from her into your open wound. You curled into a little ball, muffling your sounds whit a hand tucked inside your mouth.

“Tara, I won’t kill her until you left us, so you don’t have to see her die! Her pain is on you.”

Tara’s eyes widened even more and stumbled backwards, still not believing her eyes and ears. “Don’t say that.”

“Oh, but it is” she chuckled. “Don’t you see? This could have ended by now.”

You noticed something moving behind Sam, but your eyes were too blurry with tears to identify it. You could tell it was someone not something, but no more.

“Tara, sweety. Just come here. I’m not in the mood to play catch.”

“You won’t need to” said a voice behind Sam, making her spin around. You wasted no time, and jumped to tackle her by her feet, screaming in pain while doing it. You felt a sharp sensation in your shoulders, as she plunged it into you, but you managed to throw her of, grabbing her legs as hard as you could to make her unable to stand up.

This was something you and Kirby practised for months while living together. As soon as you heard her voice, you knew what you had to do. So, you did it. Holding onto her legs with slippery, bloody hands was way more challenging than you thought, but it did the trick. You could hear Kirby running closer, trying to hold Sam down as well. Even your best wasn’t enough for her. She managed to get one of her legs free, kicking you forcefully of and focusing then on the agent before her.

You could do nothing but to watch as they scrambled of the nearest weapon, fighting over who gets a hold of it quicker. You didn’t see clearly but you knew Sam was winning. Then you felt the sharp sensation in your shoulders again, as someone pulled the blade out of it. You bit your lips not to scream out and give away the third opponent Sam had.

You saw Tara rushing toward them and stabbing her sister in the back. As she screamed out in pain, Kirby ripped the gun out of her hands, quickly pointing at her and pulling the trigger. It didn’t go of. The blonde cursed and threw herself at Sam but got kicked away. You started crawling towards them.

You saw your brunette getting smacked against the wall and dropping to the ground. Sam stood up and looked at her, hesitating for a moment. That was all you needed to reach her, trying to rip her leg out from under her. She cursed, but left Tara alone and turned towards you kicking your arm. You screamed even louder as you could feel and hear the bone crack. She crouched down to lift your head looking in your eyes. Your sight was darkening, you could feel yourself passing out. Or away.

“Bye Y/N” she said as she raised her arm to strike down.

You hearing was muffled after that, but you heard someone screaming, and you didn’t feel the cold steel inside you. The last thing you saw was her body dropping to the floor before your sight darkened and all you could see was black.

---------------------------------------------------

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your throat felt soar, and everything hurt like hell. Your right hand was hanging from a suspension. As you tried to move your other hand to touch it, you felt warm fingers around your palm. You moved your eyes over and saw Tara, bloody face, and even bloodier clothes. Her eyes were shining with hope and happiness as she looked at you.

“Hey!” she said softly.

You tried to say something, but your throat was too sore. The only thing you managed to get out of you was a low growl. She chuckled at even that, smile wider than ever. A nurse handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted and drank from it slowly, your stomach hurting form every little movement. After that Tara asked for some privacy, which the nurse gave you.

“I thought I lost you Y/N. I did, for four minutes.”

“What happened?” you struggled to say every letter of these two words.

Tara’s face darkened, her face overcoming with sorrow. You wanted nothing else than to take back your words, but you couldn’t. A tear fell down her face as she took a deep breath, to explain.

“After you saved me, Sam was about to strike you down, when I got up and stabbed her twenty-eight times” her voice dropped, low and slow. She couldn’t look at you. “After that, I picked up Bailey’s handgun which was hidden in his boot and did the same thing as Sam did with Richie. Just with the whole barrel.”

You held her hand tightly, gripping it harder than ever. She finally looked at you, your eyes connecting. Her sorrow, hate and desperation could all be seen. Immediately she started tearing up and moments later she was crying herself out beside you, while you whispered soothing words to her.

You didn’t know how much you held her, and how much time did you two spending crying, but it didn’t matter. Her body pressed to your side, rising, and dropping with every in- and exhale. It was the only calming thing you had right now, so you gripped onto her as tight as you could.

“The others don’t know yet” she said, between two sobs.

“The others?” you managed to ask back.

“Mindy and Chad survived. So did Kirby, but she was there. Sam saved Chad by rushing towards Ethan. Gale wanted to visit you too, but they didn’t let her leave her room. I refused to leave your side. Wanted to be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you” you said, tearing up again. “Thank you so much Tara.”

She didn’t answer, just curled up even more beside you.

“I love you Y/N” she said finally, voice low and unsure. “Nothing else mattered to me, but you. Nothing else matters.”

“I love you too” you said inhaling her smell. “I would do anything for you.” Then you chuckled and pulled a little away, to be able to look her in the eyes. “Took us long enough don’t you think?”

She nodded, and went back to curl up beside you, her face in your neck. You placed your hand around her, inhaling her again. She filled your senses, pain dissipating, thoughts evening out. There was nothing you could think of but her as you drifted back to sleep.