#its fine to be excited for it. just so long as we are all aware of whats happening

[kurishiri]

18.5 . . . “ a meaningless emotion ”

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— 🤍 his side story, chapter 18. this is one you can purchase on your second play through of his route.

— cw: the very end may be considered suicidal ideation.

Alfons: ...I think I’ve had just about enough of this blasted sob story.

I slipped out of the bed and changed——if I loitered around the castle, running into her would be a pain.

(Today there’ll be some merrymaking happening amongst the eccentric nobility.)

It wasn’t as though I wanted to go out of my way to go there, but it was a perfect way to kill time.

—— Time skip ——

Alfons: Alright then, what shall we bet on next?

Drunken man: I got it! How about this oil painting that my old man said was his most valued one, not that I know anything about it!

Crossdressing woman: Did you steal that? Vincent… huh, who is this? Never heard of him. Isn’t it just a cheap thing?

Alfons: Hehe, I must say it’s quite unlike nobility to worry over the value of the good.

Crossdressing woman: But it’s not so exciting, you know, it’s better to have something that shows its value.

Alfons: Well then… how about I give a dream where “this painting is worth 500 pounds?”

Man smoking a cigar: Oh, that’s a good idea.

Whether it was nobility, drunken people at some street corner of the bar, the orphans at the East End, and what have you, they weren’t so different.

They would find any pleasure they could through gambling, liquor, or sex, so they could live while avoiding their pains and worries.

Drunken nobleman: Hey, Al, is that rumor about you having a recent favorite true?

Noble lady with gloves: Al, you mustn’t become someone’s partner! We need you to stay a star of all single nobles.

Alfons: Yes, yes, such was my intention.

Drunken nobleman: So you say, but your heart’s already taken by that person, isn’t it?

Alfons: Hehe, I digress.

Man smoking a cigar: …Let’s just leave it at that. If we question him any more, he may never come again, and that would sure put us in a bind.

Man smoking a cigar: Even if his heart’s got its sights set on someone, it’s fine as long as he shares some of that pleasure… isn’t that right?

Noble lady with gloves: Well, I suppose. Ahh, I hope my father gives up on matters of my marriage soon…

(‘My heart’s already taken by that person’… huh.)

When I heard those words that seemed to embody the soul of romanticism,

Kate was the one and sole person who came to mind, and for a moment, I felt called out.

——You hurt me so much and leave me in the dust, but now you decide to commit? That’s just cruel…!

At some point, the little robin had made its home within my mind, making an angered face and suddenly turning away.

(Hehe… it’s not as though I’m committing.)

Alfons: Perhaps I do have some guilt left in me… ah, it’s a straight flush.

Drunken man: Al’s win again?!

As I was staring in a daze at the trump cards raining and fluttering down,

just as I had intended, time melted away into idleness.

I ended up drinking through the night until dawn and having a meat pie from a street seller for breakfast, I returned to the castle, and——

Alfons: Oh?

In a stroke of bad luck, I happened upon Roger and Miss Kate walking together.

Kate: Ah... w-welcome back.

Roger: Hey there, Al.

Leaving aside the mentally strong former doctor who, regardless whether he was aware he was being hated on, would initiate a conversation with a light tone and carefree smile,

Miss Kate very obviously looked awkward.

(I can’t even flatter your acting skills.)

She was the complete opposite of me, who had a lot of practice when it came to plastering on a smile.

Alfons: Well I’ll be, are you on your way to a most friendly outing, the two of you?

Kate: Ah, no, we’re...

Roger: What, curiosity got you piqued?

As if to make a point, Roger wrapped his arm around Kate’s shoulder snugly.

Kate: Roger!? What are you doing—

Roger: Alright then, let me fill you in. We’re gonna be spending the whole entire day holed up in a locked room, just the two of us. Let’s get along now, yeah?

(This man needs to get a hobby.)

(I hardly have any intention of hopping on that cheap provocation.)

Alfons: Oh my, is that so? It would appear you’ve found yourself a lovely playmate while I was not around. I’m happy for you, Miss Kate.

Kate: …

I gave a smile to convey I didn’t think anything of it, and Miss Kate, as though hurt, furrowed her brows.

(Aha, you poor soul, you.)

I figured she probably wasn’t clinging to Roger in hopes that he would heal her broken heart.

I knew very well that she was hardly the type to be able to do such things.

Her single-mindedness in facing me no matter how much I refused or hurt her was staunch to be sure.

(And that’s exactly what makes her different from me… I suppose.)

(Well, whether she’ll make it out safely from the basement after being alone with this man is a different story…)

(But it doesn’t have anything to do with me, so.)

The moment I tried to leave, Miss Kate opened her mouth, as though trying to pull me back.

Kate: Alfons..!

Alfons: ? Yes, what is it?

Kate: ...I still very much like you.

Alfons: ...Come again?

Roger: ... (O_O)

It was such a sudden confession of love, I stiffened out of instinct.

(………Has she gone bonkers?)

(You do know I’m the man who played your feelings of love, and to top it all off, told you it was all a ‘nuisance’ and left the bed, right?)

And yet she still insisted on pouring these dazzling words on me; what else could I think her as, if not crazy?

Kate: Even if this all amounts to a nuisance to you... this is the ‘truth’ for me, so.

Alfons: .........

(Ah, now I’ve done it. This should be the part where I laugh it all off.)

I needed to make her think that, no matter how earnestly she threw her feelings at me, they would never get through, so she could give up on me.

(So that these feelings of love she holds for me amounts to nothing but garbage…)

(I need to laugh at her, to deny her——)

My mind knew that, and yet for some reason, my lips couldn’t form a smile.

Kate: Okay, we’re going, Roger.

Miss Kate, seeming as though she wanted to run from my silence, ran down the staircase leading to the basement.

Roger: Pfft, haha... I feel like I haven’t seen you so dumbfounded in forever.

As Kate’s footsteps grew more distant, I heard an unpleasant laughter.

I hated how this man would not seem to pay any mind to the feelings of others like that.

Alfons: ...Oh, believe me, she is far from the first who’s rendered me so positively dumbfounded like this.

Roger: Hmm? So is it safe to say she’s no different than anyone else to you then?

R: Because if so, I may or may not end up stealing her away for real.

While slowly turning for the staircase, those egoistic lips showed a provoking smile.

Roger: After all, it’s not like you’d really care what happens to a toy you don’t need anymore, right?

Alfons: ………

Perhaps the reason I felt displeasure rise up from within me was because the one before me was a man filled with haughty arrogance.

Or was it because she was the one getting stolen?

(Whichever it is, I shouldn’t care for the answer.)

(Because, in any case, I didn’t have such a choice to step even further into her life to find the reason for this temporary displeasure.)

If that was the case, thinking on it was foolish. And yet——

Her lips, which were trembling as she declared how she ‘still liked me,’

the palms of her hands, which were gripped tightly together as though grasping onto courage,

and those eyes that looked so directly at me, as if to say to not misunderstand,

were all engraved into the back of my mind, refusing to let go.

The heavy footsteps going down the staircase grated on my ears, severely so.

For the feeling of a favorite toy being stolen away, it felt extremely bitter.

(Is this… jealousy? Me, of all people? But, how?)

The notion of getting something I said I didn’t need taken away, and then still feeling displeased over it and whatnot, was much like a child’s selfishness.

And besides——

(…The most I was able to do was imitate love, feeling nothing but emotional disconnect.)

Alfons: …I suppose the biggest mystery to one is themself.

Labeling the jealousy I felt that bubbled up from somewhere in me as ‘meaningless,’ I threw it behind me.

Thinking on it more would only make my helplessness more clear than it already was.

Hoping to idle the time away, I walked to my room, when all of a sudden, a certain question came to mind.

(Come to think of it, if they’re not doing anything shady, then what in the world are those two doing in the basement…?)

For a moment, I felt a sense of unease.

Miss Kate, who had said she ‘still liked me,’

was with Roger, the one who spouted off some nonsense about ‘changing fates’ and whatnot,

and they were in the basement, where a lot of documents concerning ‘Cursed ones’ were abundant, which would mean…

Alfons: …Now that just can’t be. She wouldn’t be so much a fool as to not know when to not give up, would she.

I denied it with my voice, but my chest got more and more filled with that uneasy feeling.

(What if, even after I pushed her away this far, it was already too late?)

(What if she poured even more of her feelings into me, continuing to spend more time with me——?)

Alfons: …Should that time ever come,

A: Perhaps I should simply up and disappear, just like that.

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NOTE: this is the last his side story i will translate, and the last chapter i will translate concerning alfons main story. thank you for accompanying me so long in this translation, to those who have read it all! it really means a lot to me! i enjoy translating for al lots, and i hope that came through as you were reading overall 🥹🙏

to those who will be reading his route in en, i hope you enjoy what this roller coaster of a route has to offer! theres a lot of complexities woven into his route thats sure give you something to think about. i translated this last chapter to close off the project, putting in my best wishes for you 🫶

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[lollytea]

How do I say, without coming across as a jaded miserable little bitch who likes raining on everybody's parade, that the PJO Disney plus adaption is nostalgia bait, in the same way that their live action remakes are

[arolesbianism]

If I had the freedom of not knowing there is going to be future new lore stuff added to oni I would do unspeakable things to so many of these guys. Or Id just make them normal guys who just sorta exist. Either or.

[satorusugurugurl]

hiiiii!!! I love your work💗💗💗

Could you do giving the JJK men a honey pack lol

I keep seeing it on my fyp😂

JJK Men: It’s Just Honey—Right?

Summary: JJK Men are given a honey pack, an aphrodisiac, and a male enhancer! What could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna(Modern AU), AFAB!Reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac use, smut, public play, language, degradation, unprotected sex, choking, oral sex (F receiving), prone bone, multiple positions, multiple orgasms. Somno

Word Count: 8.7K

A/N: Nonnie, sorry this request took so long! It just sort of took on a mind of its own! I hope you enjoy it. I know I did! 🥴💚

Geto Suguru:

“Does stuff like this even work?” You asked as you lay on the bed in the love hotel you were stuck in.

You and Geto had gotten stuck in a typhoon, and instead of risking one of the assistant supervisor's safety, to come pick you up. You both decided staying in a hotel for the night would be best. The only problem was that the only hotel with rooms was a love hotel. Which, of course, wasn’t an issue for you both, seeing that you were dating happily but were stuck in a love hotel to see all sorts of exciting things.

A majority of the things you saw were related to sex, from sex toys, videos, and male enhancers. You have heard about more common ones like Viagra. But you had never seen one as a pack of honey before. You tossed it up in the air, catching it in your palm before tossing it back into the air, watching the foil package flip before landing back into the palm of your hand. Your boyfriend looked at you from his chair across the room with an amused smile.

“Is this your way of asking if I’ve taken enhancers in the past before?”

“What, no, never! I was just wondering if they work. I’ve never taken one before. I know they make some for women. I’m just lucky enough that I’ve never needed it.”

“Well, I can assure you that I’ve never needed to take one before myself.”

“Oh, trust me, I am well aware of that.”

Suguru placed his book down before taking a long look at you. You were nothing but booty shorts and his T-shirt. You looked good enough to eat right now, and your curiosity had piqued a curious interest of his own. No one was coming for you both until the morning, which meant you had time to kill—or better yet, time to screw each other‘s brains out.

“Hey, can I see that for a second?”

Not thinking much of your boyfriend’s request, you threw the package at him, your eyes glued to the ceiling before you heard a ripping sound. For a second, you thought maybe it had been your imagination. There was no way your boyfriend, who was very logical, ripped open the aphrodisiac honey, but there was the only way to be sure that he hadn’t done something like that; slowly, you turned your head as your boyfriend squeezed the entire package into his mouth, violet eyes watching you as he did so there was a dark, mischievous glee behind them as he stuck his tongue out, letting the honey drip all over his tongue.

You sputtered and blinked before opening and closing your mouth in disbelief. ”S-Suguru? What did you do?” Suguru’s pink tone darted out slowly, trailing over his bottom lip. Not once did his eyes leave yours.

“I’m conducting an experiment.”

“An experiment?”

“A majority of the time, stuff like this doesn’t work. It’s mostly for show, like a placebo for the brain. So we want to know if it works, so let’s put it to the test.”

It was safe to say that Suguru’s initial theory was wrong. The honey packet that he ingested was, in effect, a very real aphrodisiac. He was fine; one second, and the next, his cock was as hard as a diamond. Regret settled in his bones as he glanced back at you, who had taken notice of the tent in his pants. You didn’t say anything; instead, your actions spoke volumes. You took your shirt off by throwing it in his face, followed by your shorts and your underwear.

He swallowed, cheeks flushing, a dusty rose before he was up in on you like green on grass. The normal foreplay and preparation he always carefully took was the furthest thing on his mind. All he could focus on was how hard his cock hurt. It throbbed painfully as he tugged his pants down, freeing his erection—the tip red with rage as he spit into his hand, lubing it up.

“Need you.” he snarled, “I fucking need you.”

Suguru didn’t even give you a chance to respond to him. Because the second you opened your mouth, he had flipped you over onto your stomach while he laid flat on top of pressing the head of covk against your tight entrance. You shuddered, gripping the sheets as he slammed into you, gritting his teeth as he buried his face in the space between your shoulder blades. The sensation of his hot breath against your cool skin sent shivers throughout your body, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

Your boyfriend had lost it. He had entirely completely and irrefutably lost his composure. And you weren’t at all upset about it.

“Fuuuck!” You cried out as he set a brutal pace. “S-Sugu—-!”

“Need you.” He repeated in an almost primal growl. “I need all of you!”

You squeaked out a whimper as he sank his teeth into your shoulder before leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys all along your skin. He was marking you up, claiming you as his and his alone. The need that seeped out of his being through his actions and words left you feeling dizzy.

“S-Sugu!”

“Ahhn! Fuck! Princess.”

Watching him lose control like this, feeling him pressing against you in the rawest way, had your eyes rolling back as he forced himself inside. Your muffled moans left Suguru's cock throbbing so hard inside of you that he was afraid he would cum right then in there. He wasn't sure if it was the honey, or his own desire, but he was losing himself at the feeling of being inside of you. You were so wet and tight, and god, you smelt heavenly.

This new-found lust, the desire, had him digging his hands into the sheets underneath you. The earthy musk had your head spinning, fueling your desire as if you had partaken of the honey yourself. You cried out as Suguru continued littering your skin with bites. It was so raw, so hot, and you were already on the edge.

“S-Sugu!” You cried out, feeling your walls clamping around him, squeezing him for all that he was worth. “Suguru I-I—!”

You didn't need to say those last few words as a curtain of dark hair fell around you. “I know,” Suguru grunted, pulling all the way out before slamming into you, making the bed creak under your combined weight. “I can feel it~ feel your tight walls convulsing; I feel you trying to hold back.” His lips pressed against your cheek, breath hot against your sweat-sheened skin. “Don't do that, baby~ I wanna feel you~ wanna make you feel good with my cock.” Your hips rolled shamelessly back against Suguru’s cock, his words egging you.

“C-Close—”

“Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it, Princess~? My thick cock stretching you out, making you feel so good?”

“M-Mhmm!” Your toes curled, breathing quickening as Suguru used all of his strength to fuck you into the mattress. “F-Fuck! I-I’m gonna! Gonna!”

“Yeah— cum for me, baby! Cum all over my cock.”

His words alone, dark and needy, sent you tumbling over the edge. You screamed into the pillow, crying tears of ecstasy as your orgasm was ripped out of you. It was violent and oh-so-tucking good, leaving you a convulsing mess underneath your boyfriend, who shuddered, cock throbbing inside of you. Warmth flooded your pussy as he came, the hot spurt filling you, but not once did Suguru stop. He kept going fucking into you like a crazed animal, stopping you as you weakly tried pulling away.

Once he stopped, you shakily lifted your head out of the sheets, crying out softly as his still-hard cock twitched inside of you. It seemed as though the package wasn't lying about enhancing male performance. Your boyfriend had just filled you up and was raring to go for another round, which was both alluring and terrifying at the same time.

“You okay?” Suguru questioned, voice gravely in your ear as he gently peppered your skin with kisses. You swallowed hard, trying to alleviate the burning in your throat. “Good.”

Without a warning, Suguru slowly began thrusting in and out of you. He kept his pace soft and sweet to not overstimulate you. But before you knew it, those soft, slow thrusts were replaced with the mean, bullying backshots he had just given you. He kept that pace up for over an hour. Face down, ass up on the mattress. His cock had been so hard that it hurt, and no matter how many times he had cum inside of you, it didn't feel like it was enough.

Until he was the one suffering from the overstimulation. He was panting and crying against your lips as his cock throbbed inside of you, draining the last of his cum inside of your wet and willing hole. Both of you were completely gone at that point. Nothing more than a heap of twitching muscles as Suguru lay down, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

“Y-You good?” You asked in between gasps.

Suguru swallowed hard, reaching for a water bottle on the side of the bed and handing it to you. “S-So fucking good—“ Suguru sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you tight against his side. “I-I think that e-experiment was a success.” You swallowed the last gulp before handing the half bottle to your boyfriend.

“A success indeed.” He slowly reached for his phone, texting on the screen with a lazy smirk. “And it’s an experiment gonna get me out of some paperwork.”

“Huh?”

“I’m gonna tell Satoru about it. Get out of some work for a while.”

“Oooh, texting your ‘boyfriend’ after you just put me in ninety-nine positions?” There was a joking tone to your teasing, but your boyfriend scoffed, sitting up to hover over you.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “I’m texting my best friend this so I can get out of extra work and spend that free time with you—” he reached for the nightstand waving the other honey pack in your face. “and the honey pack.”

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Text him!”

Gojo Satoru:

You had been minding your business, watching some trashy reality TV show, when a box was tossed on the coffee table. You pull your eyes away from the screen long enough to watch a flash of white blur before Satoru plopped down on the ground. Something was going on, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to participate. He snickered, rubbing his hands together as he looked the box over. Something was going on, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to participate.

But your curiosity got the better, urging you to find out why your boyfriend was in such a good mood. “What are you up to, Toru?” Your body almost moved as you kicked your blanket off, sitting on the floor beside him.

“Suguru and I made a bet.”

Yeah, if it were a bet between the two idiots, you definitely would not want to participate in this with them.

“What is with the two of you making bets against each other?” Satoru lost his hearing when it came to that comment. “Baby, what even is this?”

To answer your question, he ripped the tape off the box opening it up. Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out a pouch. The words ‘Honey Package’ were written in red, with hearts surrounding it. Before you could even begin telling Gojo, you had no intentions of taking whatever was in it. He flipped it over, resting it against the palm of his hand, revealing the clear backside of the package. Inside was a thick amber-colored liquid, which looked just like honey.

“This is like Viagra, but in honey form.”

“Satoru, keeping up with your stamina already is nearly too much. There’s no way you need to take one of those!”

“Ooh, please, you love my stamina. It keeps up with your sex drive.” He wasn't wrong about that at all. “Besides, there’s no way this shit works.”

Oh, well, this conversation took off in a completely different direction. “Huh?” You blinked, eyeing the package as Satoru squished it in his hand, using it like a stress ball. “Wait, you don’t think it’s gonna work?” Cerulean eyes almost glimmered with annoyance as they darted in your direction.

“Baby, these aphrodisiacs never work. What happens is you eat a bunch of strawberry chocolate, and you think that it’s an aphrodisiac urging you to fuck. This right here.” The foil packaging crumpled slightly. He ripped up one of the corners. “Is some rich assholes gimmick to try to make a bunch of money. These Influencers get a free sample and act like they fuck all night. They make a commission off of it. So yes, I don’t think it works.”

“But Suguru does? I thought for sure it would be the other way around.”

“Yeah, this is gonna be the easiest bet I’m gonna win.” You hummed, watching as Satoru squeezed the honey into his mouth. “I’m going to make him every single dessert from the many of the newest cafés downtown.”

“And what does he get if you lose?”

“Bragging rights, and I would have to do all his paperwork for an entire week.”

Satoru sighed constantly at the thought of syncing his teeth into some delicious sweets as he tossed the empty package onto the table before kicking his feet out in front of him, placing his hands behind his head. He had this in the bag, no doubt about that.

It only took thirty minutes to pass.

You were the first to notice something wasn't quite right with your loving boyfriend. He looked flushed; his hands gripped the sofa cushions for dear life, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. You decided it would be best for you to keep an eye on him in case he had some kind of reaction to the honey. It could be dangerous to take enhancers like that, not knowing what sort of effect they would have on the person. The last thing you wanted was for him to get sick.

Another ten minutes passed, and Satoru threw his jacket off along with his pants, leaving him in nothing but his T-shirt and boxers. Although he had put himself in this state, you hated seeing him in such discomfort. With a heavy sigh, you got on your knee and pressed your hand against his forehead. He was hot to the touch, and you needed to lower his temperature.

“Toru, sweetie, let's get you in the shower, okay?” He panted heavily, cloudy crystalline blue eyes meeting yours. “We'll take a cool shower to get your temperature down.”

“I—-need—”

You frowned, leaning closer toward his mouth. “What was that? You need what?” Satoru's pretty lips quivered before his hand flew up, grabbing you by the arms and pushing you against the sofa. “T-Toru.” Your boyfriend towered above you, panting heavily as he looked you up and down with a growl, his erection throbbing in his boxers.

“I need you.” He growled, his hand reaching down, squeezing his cock. “I need you so bad; it hurts, baby. Please, please, I need you.”

Two things were clear to you at that moment. One, your boyfriend would be doing a ton of paperwork for the next month, and second, you were in for a fight for your life. The logical part of your brain told you to run; he had put himself in this situation so he could deal with it on his own. The other more empathetic part of you once against hated seeing him suffering.

Against all logical reasoning, you sighed, reaching down and tugging your shorts and panties off.

“You're not ever taking this shit again.” You Pulled him up, heading to the bedroom, where you shoved him down on the bed. “This shit has you all hot, chemicals and stuff.”

“It’s all organic.” He barked out, pulling you down onto the mattress with him. “It’s not so much bad as it’s well—” he trailed his fingers up the curves of your breasts. “It’s different,” Gojo finally whispered, his hand mimicking slowly moving up along your collarbone, sliding down the swell of your breasts. Your breath caught in your throat as he began massaging them, “And different isn't always a bad thing.” he nipped at your ear.

Gojo’s fingers slid further down, tracing circles around your nipples. They hardened automatically, causing you to arch your back at the sensations. Perhaps he was right—maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be. You moaned, running your hand over Gojo’s crotch, palming at his already throbbing erection. Your moans and Gojo’s growls of pleasure began mixing, making it sound as though there was a promo playing in the background. But there wasn't; it was just you and your very hornh boyfriend.

“Fuck I need to touch you, Sweetie.” He said in a barely audible tone against the crook of your neck, “God, I need to. Need to be inside of you.” His hand slid further down, teasing your mound with careful fingers. As he did, he nipped and sucked on your neck, leaving you whimpering as you straddled him. You bucked your hips into his hand, craving more of his touch, wanting to feel his skin on your intimate parts.

“Toru, don’t tease me.” you begged through moans as you slid your hand into his boxers, “touch me baby.” Satoru hisses as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and stroke him up and down. The contact had Gojo growling like a wild beast, thrusting into your hand, his fingers slipping further down until his entire hand was cupping your dripping sex.

You felt as though you were high off the honey as you inhaled sharply when his fingers slid up and down the lips of your pussy. “Holy shit, Sweetheart,” he growled lustfully in your ear, “you’re so fuckin’ wet.” Those long sinful fingers of his rubbed circles around your clit, causing you to gasp, “Mhmm, and it’s all for me.”

“And you’re so hard, Gojo,” you managed to whisper, “n-not that you aren't hard all the time. But you're fuck, you're so hard!” You began rubbing the pad of your thumb over the slit of his cock, “So fucking hard.” Pre-cum smeared over the sensitive head, leaving him moaning loudly as he dipped his fingers inside of you, pumping them. He watched as you peered up at him, moaning, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer.

Your boyfriend pressed his forehead against yours as he kept pumping his fingers. The fucking honey was enhancing everything he felt. The adoration for you, the lust, fuck he had never been this horny in his entire life. He let those feelings fuel him, helping him move as the two of you worked each other towards extraordinary mind-blowing orgasm.

Gojo curled his fingers, brushing them across your g-spot. You gasped loudly, squeezing his cock, causing him to growl loudly, pumping faster and harder against that sweet spot. You did your best to hold out as long as you could; you didn't want to cum too soon.

“Sweetheart,” Gojo licked your earlobe, nibbling it between his teeth. “Cum for me.” When he told you to do so, that was a different story.

You came hard, rocking against his fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you as Gojo kept moving his fingers, extending your orgasm. Your toes curled into the sheets as you arched your back, pressing your bare breasts against his chest. Gojo kept moving, not stopping until you were panting, basking in the afterglow of your release. When you finally opened your eyes, you met the lust-filled cerulean eyes of your boyfriend. He was staring at you, stroking your mound lazily.

“Toru,” you tugged at his shirt, “I need you to fuck me right now.” He was happy to oblige, stripping his shirt off and throwing it on the side of the bed before Gojo rolled, pushing you back against the mattress and hovering over you. He looked like he was seconds away from cumming, so you decided it would be best for you to take control, so you quickly rolled, flipping him back over so you were straddling him.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” His voice was as grave as he groaned, gripping your hips as you lowered yourself onto his impressive cock. You shivered, resisting the urge to start riding him right then and there and opting to enjoy the feeling of him stretching you out. “Sweetie,” Satoru groaned, squeezing your hips. “Nngh!!” the honey had him desperate, wanting to fuck, so for you just to sit there, not moving, was literal torture. “Holy nngh! Fuck please, ride me already. You’re killing me here!” He thrusts up, causing you to gasp, making you bounce up and down. “That’s more like it.”

You nodded, grabbing your boyfriend's hands and sliding up the curves of your body before placing them on your breasts. Understanding your silent request, Satoru massaged and kneaded them, brushing his thumb and index fingers over your sensitive nipples. You whimpered, rocking your hips, his cock hitting your g-spot with every rock of your hips. Gojo sat up, thrusting eagerly to meet your rhythm.

You dig your fingers into Gojo’s fluffy tufts of pristine white hair, pulling him close to your breasts. He took the hint, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging, sucking, and nipping at it. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His fingers dug into the small of your back; you were pretty sure you were going to have bruises there tomorrow.

With each thrust from Gojo, you grew closer and closer, chasing your orgasm. Gojo's mouth continued to assault your nipples, teasing them ever so slightly. By this time, you and Gojo's moans groans, and growls of pleasure flooded the room. The two of you were so loud you were positive the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you.

But you didn't give a fuck about that.

All that mattered was how good Satoru felt. How your nails dug into his back, scratching at his flawless skin as he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you. You let out screams, digging your nails deeper into his skin as he flips the two of you over. Gojo stares at you before slamming his lips on yours. His tongue is fighting against yours for dominance. He growls, thrusting faster and deeper inside you.

“Toru, I’m gonna cum!” You gasped, gripping his hair and staring into his stunning eyes. He stares back into yours; he smirks, pressing his forehead against yours, kissing your lips softly.

“Cum for me, sweetie,” he mutters against your lips, “Haaah~ fuck yes, cum for me, cum with me.” He pounded ruthlessly into you, gripping the headboard and slamming into your g-spot.

You wrapped your legs around his digging your heels in his ass and pulling him deeper. And it sends you over the edge, you gasp, your orgasm rippling through you. You tighten around Gojo, and he groans, burying his face in your neck as he thrusts a few more times before following you over the edge, cumming inside you.

You lay there, Gojo’s weight crushing you, but you don't mind. After taking a second to catch his breath, he chuckled softly, pulling out of you before laying on his back, placing you flat on his chest. He took a deep breath, running his finger through your hair. You turned your head, resting it over his heart with a dorky smile.

“That was—”

“Amazing,” Gojo finished for you. That was amazing.” You giggled, nodding in agreement.

“Beyond amazing.”

“Mhmm.”

“Hey Gojo?” He lifted his head, staring into your eyes.

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” You bite your bottom lip, kissing up his chest.

“Do you have any more of that, honey? I wanna try some with you.” You felt him tense. He grinned quickly, placing you on the side before he stood up, running out of the room and grabbing a package off the counter.

“Have as much as you like!” as you ripped the package open with your teeth, Satoru lifted your legs placing them over his shoulders as he kissed your inner thighs “Sit back and relax while you wait for it to kick in.” You swallowed the sweet liquid in your mouth before reaching down and running your hands through Gojo’s soft tufts of hair as he dragged his tongue up your slit. “I can keep myself entertained for now.”

Nanami Kento:

With Nanami working so many hours and you staying home caring for your daughter. You and Nanami hardly have any time alone anymore. Sure, you were able to sneak a date here and there—a quickie in the morning before he had to go to work. The romance, sex, and relationship were planned now. But Nanami missed the spontaneous sex; he missed laying in bed with you, hearing your gasps and moans. Feeling the way you would clamp down on him when you came.

God, he missed the sex.

Nanami sighed, running a hand over his face as he unlocked the door to your house. All the lights were off, meaning you had most likely put your daughter to bed, seeing that it was close to three in the morning. Kento dropped his keys and messenger bag on the entry table before heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Sitting on the counter was a loaf of homemade bread and a package of honey. Kento cocked an eyebrow as he approached the treat that had been left out for him. A sticky note with your handwriting on it was next to the bread.

‘It must have been a long day~ enjoy this aphrodisiac honey, and wake me up in the sweetest way you can. You have his full consent even if I’m asleep. Much Love— your wife!’

Kento reread the note several times before eyeing the honey. Aphrodisiac honey? He had heard you mention it before. You suggested trying one of these weekends when you both had time together, which might be a fun treat. And he was tired and stressed from a long day. He couldn't deny how his pants tightened at the thought of waking you up horny and completely needy.

Kento sliced himself a piece of bread without much thought before smearing it with the honey. It was surprisingly good. Most aphrodisiacs he had heard of had an odd taste to them. This tasted like honey bread. And that in itself was dangerous.

Kento managed to eat two slices of honey bread before he began feeling the effects working its way down to his cock. He wanted you, and seeing that you had given him your consent, he planned on having you. Not wanting to waste any more time, Kento headed up the stairs, gripping the railing. He quickly stopped into the nursery next to your bedroom to check on your daughter, who was sleeping peacefully. Nanami smiled, brushing back a cur of her hair before leaning down and kissing her forehead before heading into the master bedroom.

The lamp on your side of the bed was still on. It looked like you had fallen asleep while reading a book, and now you are resting on your chest. Kento leaned against the front of the bed, watching his wife sleep peacefully. Your chest moved up and down as you dreamed away. Your beautiful hair was sprawled against the pillow as the low light of the lamp illuminated your beautiful body. Your soft skin was complimented by your navy nightgown that hugged your curves perfectly. God, he was so lucky to have you in his life.

You muttered something, moaning softly as you dreamed. That sound had Nanami’s cock twitching as you rolled on your back, completely exposing your body to him. The honey seemed to take over his body. He had to have you right now. With a glance back at the nursery, Nanami decided to go through with his horny desires. He made quick work of shedding out of his clothes. If he was quiet enough, maybe he could get away with a midnight snack before he went to bed without waking your daughter.

Kento crawled under the sheets and comforter, slowly making his way up the bed. He listened to his wife for any sign that you had woken up, but you were still fast asleep. When he finally reached your feet, he began placing kisses on both of them, gently spreading your legs open as he made his way closer and closer to her pussy. Nanami nipped and sucked at your inner thighs, dragging his slight stubble on his chin over your soft skin.

He could never get over how soft your skin was. Or how you shivered under his lips, How you were wet with the slightest touch of his hands and lips. The honey was making his head whirl as he finally met your cunt. Ever so slowly, Nanami dragged his tongue along the folds of your pussy, moaning at your sweet taste. You were sweeter than the honey he had eaten. You were wet and delicious, so of course, he found himself reaching up and grabbing your hips as he pulled himself closer to your pussy, desperately wanting to taste more of you against his tongue.

“Mmm,” you whimpered in your sleep, moving slightly under his touch. That slight movement left Kento licking faster, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking in it hard. Your hips buckled slightly as he swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue against you. “K-Ken.” you exhaled softly, rocking your hips roughly as you dreamed.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against your folds, sliding two fingers inside of you. When he breached the tight ring of muscles, he began pumping them, and suddenly, the sheets flew back. Nanami looked up at you, seeing flushed cheeks as you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at your husband.

“K-Kento, what are you doing?” you whispered between moans as he pumped his fingers faster, “Oh his God.” you groaned, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your hand reached down, gripping his hair, tugging it as he continued to kiss you. “Y-You found the h-honey!”

“Mhmm,” he moaned against you, moving his head back and forth, curling his fingers inside of you, moving them in the ‘come hither’ motion. “And it was delicious~ but my Love, you’re far sweeter.” Your hips bucked forward as you began convulsing around his fingers. Nanami could hear your breathing in fast, quiet pants as you tried to control your volume. Knowing he had that kind of effect on you had him smirking against your pussu, feeling you come undone over his slightest touches; God, the honey had already affected him, but you turned him on even more.

“K-Kento— I-I’m gon-” you could barely get out the rest of the sentence as his lips took your clit into his mouth again, and he sucked at you relentlessly. Pulling out gasps and earth-shattering moans that had him grinding against your mattress. Your hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the screams that threatened to escape. The last thing either of you wanted was to wake your daughter

Your left hand tangled in his blonde locks, tugging on it as you came against his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure shook your body as he continued sucking; his honey-brown eyes were dull from the amount of pleasure of watching you cum. God, he fucking loved you.

You panted roughly, slowly releasing your grasp on his hair. This allowed him to pull away, licking his lips before pulling his fingers out of you with a hiss. You shivered, watching as he slowly stuck his fingers into his mouth, sensually licking them clean. The seductive act left you staring at him as if he were one of the world's wonders. Seeing the hunger in your eyes, Nanami chuckled.

“If I didn't know any better, I would think you had eaten the honey.” He popped his fingers back into his mouth, watching as you slowly licked your lips before reaching up and cupping his face. Nanami followed your needy movements, letting you bring his face down to yours, kissing you deeply while pulling him down on top of you and trapping him there, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Kento,” you whispered against his lips as he pulled away, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Need you.” You nipped your teeth at his bottom lip. He moaned, slamming his lips against you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. His tongue moved against yours, massaging it as you rocked your hips against his crotch. He was so hard; he needed more of you. Nanami trailed his hands over the curves of your body, reaching for the front of your nightgown, kneading at your breasts.

You arched into his touch as he pulled your nightgown down, exposing your breasts to him. He took one of your perky nipples into his mouth and began sucking on your breast, tugging at it with his teeth, drawing out a long, loud moan from you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to suck and nip at you. Nanami groaned as your hands slowly trailed down his back, tugging his boxers off, allowing his erection to spring free from her confinements. Your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with your hand softly. Kentowas already hard, but your touch made him even harder. He was eager for more, wanting to plunge into your slickened folds.

“Enough teasing,” you whispered against his neck as you trailed kisses down it, “I’m more than ready for you now.” you nipped at his skin, spreading your legs for him, “I want you, Kento.” How could he deny you? He made quick work pulling your nightgown off completely before kicking his boxers off. He hovered over you, cupping your face as he kissed you again.

“I love you, darling.” he whispered, grabbing his cock with his free hand and stroking it slightly, “Fuck, I love you so much; I missed you.”

“Show me how much you missed me,” you whispered breathlessly, staring into his honey-brown eyes. “Show me, Ken.”

As you commanded, he slowly began sliding inside of her. He groaned, feeling your juices coat the head of his cock. Kento bit down on his lip, trying to control himself. The honey had made his body overly sensitive. He can control himself. He watched her instead, enjoying the face you made. Her mouth opened slightly, and your cheeks flushed. You were such a beautiful woman. And this lovely woman had her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer towards your center.

“More,” You whispered through a moan, “I need more of you.” he nodded, kissing you lovingly as he slid deeper inside of you, his cock nestled deep inside of your pussy, hitting your cervix. “F-Fuck—” Kento paused for a moment, but only a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he began slamming in and out of you. “Y-Yes, oh fuck yes, Ken!.” you cried out, which was quickly silenced as Nanami placed his fingers over your lips.

“Shh, you’ll wake her up.” you mewled, nodding as you pursed your lips together as Nanami began thrusting slowly. He groaned as you lifted your hips in time with him, making his pace quicken. Your gasps and moans meddled in with the creaking bed. A symphony of pleasure that only made Nanami more eager. The honey made you look even more delicious as you arched your back, begging for more. To which he happily complied. Nanami’s hands slowly slid between your bodies. You bit down on your lip as his thumb instantly found your clit.

“Kento!” you gasped as his thumb lazily began tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. Which resulted in your bucking as he began slamming into you. Kento’d cock was painfully hard, but it didn't stop him from ramming against your g-spot with every thrust. In no time, your walls began clamping down on him.

“Fuck Love, you feel so good, baby.” He gasped loudly, thrusting deeper inside of you. His hands kneaded her breasts, his thumb and forefinger gripped and twisted your nipples, all while he trailed kisses down your neck, letting the aphrodisiac lead him. Your hands gripped his ass, gasping loudly as you whispered his name.

Kento felt the pleasure building inside his lower abdomen, like a coil tightening in his stomach. He was close. And from the way you were rocking against him, how you threw your head back, moaning softly, he knew you were close too. His fingers began rubbing your clit in faster and harder as he thrust quickly as fast as he could. Listening to the sound of you whimpering on a strangled gasp as he moved his hand to cover your mouth.

“That’s my girl, cum for me, cum all over me, baby.” you nodded, moaning loudly against his hand as you clamped down on your husband's cock. Your orgasm hits you hard, coating Nanami’s cock with your juices. Feeling you cumminf so hard left Nanami growling, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his thrusts less rhythmed as he fell over the edge following your orgasm. You could feel it as he came deep inside of you. But not once did his hips stop. They kept thrusting as your pussy milked me dry, making him spill his seed deep inside of you.

He collapsed on top of you, removing his hand from your mouth. The two of you lay there panting in the haze of our orgasms. After a few moments to breathe, Nanami looked at you, smirking as he kissed your lips gently, winning a kiss back from you.

“Welcome home,” you smiled, gently stroking his cheek. It looks like the honey worked.”

“Mhmm, you should order us some more.” He nuzzled your neck, winning a giggle from his wife.

“I couldn’t agree more.” You kissed his head as he rolled over, holding you in his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Darling. God, I love you so much.” he whispered against your hair, inhaling the scent of your favorite shampoo. “I’m so happy to be home.” he muttered as you snuggled close to him. The two of you lay there in bliss before you finally fell asleep in his arms. Kento grinned, kissing your head before closing his eyes and following you into dreamland.

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU):

“Ehem!” your boyfriend groaned, clearing his throat for the thousandth time that morning. “Fuck, my throat is so scratchy.”

You gave him a smile as he drank some water. “ I told you screaming would hurt your throat.” Sukuna narrowed crimson eyes at you, but he didn’t argue because you had, in fact, warned him about that last night at the concert. “And just so you know, water isn’t going to help with that.” this time, your boyfriend scoffed, raising a pierced at you as he placed his glass down on the counter.

“Oh, and what makes you say that?”

“Because I am medically trained, " you said, placing the kettle on the stove and grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Hot tea will be better to ease that scratchy feeling.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

While the kettle was slowly heating up, you searched the pantry, grabbing a teabag and the honey. Only you found no honey left, well, not enough for honey tea. You would have to remember to add that to the list the next time you go to the grocery store. But luckily for you, you had luck at the bachelorette party you had gone to the weekend before. The entryway dug through your purse, pulling out the goodie bag you were given when you left. Of the goodie bag was a mixture of penis-shaped candy condoms that were too small for your boyfriend and a package of honey. Which you had assumed was reserved for food. But the food place would have to wait. Easing Sukuna’s discomfort was more important than pleasure.

When the kettle finally went off, whistling to let you know it was ready, you hurried back into the kitchen. Sukuna watched as he poured the hot water over the teabag in his mug. “Let the tea steep for five minutes and then pour this into it,” you instructed, tossing the package at him.

“Honey pack?” Sukuna asked as he caught it with ease, reading the label. He turned it over, examining the contents before shrugging his shoulder. “Alright, whatever you say. You are the medically trained one.” you fought back a laugh as you leaned over the counter, pressing your lips against his. “Have a good day at work, oh-so-well-trained-one.”

“I will dork; I love you.”

“Ditto.”

When you made it to work, you gushed to your coworkers about the concert Sukuna had taken you to the night before. He somehow managed to get tickets to your favorite band and got you VIP seating. The night had been one of the best nights of your life. You both had gotten drunk and screamed to the songs at the top of your lungs before passing out back at his apartment. It has been so much fun and you would never forget it.

“You are so in love with him.” Your work Bestie laughed as you dreamily sighed, wishing the clock would move faster.

“I am; he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You were a second away from getting up to room a patient when you heard thundering footsteps approaching your desk. Quickly, looking over your shoulder, your manager and one of the receptionists approached you. You could tell there was something wrong from the panicked look on their faces.

You pushed away from your desk, pressing back the rising fear within you. “What happened?”

“Your boyfriend is here in the lobby. He’s asking for you, saying there’s an emergency. Grab your stuff and go. I’m going to clock you out,” your manager said as you began collecting your things.

You began running through the office, slamming the doors to the lobby open. Did something happen to his brothers? Was Yuuji okay at school? Or did something happen to Choso? There were so many different scenarios that could’ve happened. You need to get out of here fast. You picked up your pace bursting through the open door finding Sukuna waiting for you. His chest was rising and falling; his cheeks were slightly flushed as if he had run the entire way to your building. When those crimson eyes met yours, he moved, grabbed your hand, and tugged you out of the office.

You held onto him, running to keep up with his long strides. He didn’t say a word. Maybe he wanted to get to a more intimate place to tell you what was happening. When you made it into the parking garage, you saw his car waiting a few rows back. You quickly opened the front door to the passenger seat, but the door didn’t open entirely as Sukuna touched it, slamming it shut.

“Kuna?”

“Get in the back.”

His voice was hoarse and full of need. A raw need that had heat pooling between your thighs. “H-Huh?” your question went unanswered as his eyebrow twitched and evident frustration.

“I said get in the fucking backseat.” to emphasize his point, he opened the door to the back, pushing you towards it.

You quickly crawled into the backseat without any other swelling as you turned your head to look at him. He was even heavier than when he was in your office. His cheeks were a darker shade of red as he growled at the side of you, sprawled against his backseat. Your eyes down his body and find his gray sweats too tight around the crotch, and that source of the tightness twitched. Did he seriously pull you out of work because he was horny?!

“K-Kun—what the fuck is happening? My boss said it was an emergency.”

You scooted back, watching as Sukuna ducked his head, joining you in the backseat and slamming the door behind him. “What was I supposed to say? hey I need you to send my girlfriend home because my cock feels like it’s going to explode.” He reached for you, tugging your scrub pants down tossing them into car's front seat. “I don’t think she would’ve been so keen on you leaving for that reason.” your underwear was suddenly his next target as they were ripped off using all of his strength.

“W-What happened to you? You couldn’t help but giggle at the desperation in his movements. “I just left like an hour ago.”

“Yeah, well, I started feeling fucking weird after you left.” He pulled his sweats down enough to free himself. His cock bounced, the tip leaking pre-cum as he pulled you into his lap, spitting into his hand, lubing up his cock. “It didn’t make a lot of sense as to why I felt so fucking horny until I put it together.”

Straddle his hips, gripping onto his shoulders. “And what did you manage to put together, Kuna?” he grabbed your hips, forcing you down onto him without so much as a warning, drawing out a gasp from you as he hissed.

“That Honey Pack you gave me is an aphrodisiac.”

Suddenly, it became very clear as to why they would include that in a goodie bag at a bachelorette party. Those thoughts,s however, were suddenly clouded with pleasure as Sukuna dug his fingers into your hips, beginning to jackhammer up into your dripping cunt. “Fuck!” You cried out, throwing your head back and leaving your neck exposed. Your boyfriend took the opportunity to bite into your neck with an almost feral snarl as his hips kept bucking up into you at a nearly inhuman speed. “O-Oh my god fuck!!”

“Mmphm~.” he pulled away, running his tongue over the Mark. He had left on your skin. The chill of his tongue piercing left you shivering above him on his lap. “You have no clue how hard it was for me to control myself, and I saw you running towards me back there. I nearly lost a little control. I had on myself and fucked you right there in the lobby.”

“O-Oooh, oooh nngh.”

Sukuna, even in his horny thoughts, felt you clench around him at his words. “Oh, what was that? Would you like that, you dirty fucking slut? Do you want me to fuck you in public in front of all your coworkers? Then they would know you aren't this innocent little medical assistant. They would know you’re my dirty fucking slut.” you clenched harder around him. “Oh my God, you would like that!”

“K-Kuna!”

“That’s not an answer,” he growled, fisting your hair, yanking your head to the side, exposing the other side of your neck. “Use your words Kitten.” his teeth sank into the other side of your neck as he bullied his cock deeper inside of you, rubbing the tip greedily against your cervix in an almost painful way, but the pleasure overwhelmed the pain.

“Yes!! Yes, I want that! I want you!”

Hearing you say that caused the last cord of strength in Sukuna to snap. He moved with a certain despite being cramped in the back of his car. Your back hit the seat, knocking the air out of your lungs as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix harder. When you looked up at him, you whimpered. Something instinctual told you to submit to the much larger predator above you. Your body wanted it to give into him, allowing him to have his way with you.

Sukuna growled, his pierced tongue slowly over his bottom lip as those dark, lust-filled eyes watched you tremble underneath him. He had to have you. And every way he possibly could. Sukuna pulled out, groaning at the feeling of your inner walls, attempting to prevent him from leaving, but they didn’t need to try to stop him because he had no intention of pulling out.

“My dirty slut.” Sukuna growled as he slammed back into using all of his strength. “Wantk g fuck him in front of your coworkers in front of a bunch of strangers.” he leaned over you, pressing his lips against yours. “Even if that were something you would want, I would never do that. Because I would kill anyone who looked at you like that.”

“N-Nnngh—oh—fuck!”

Your wall squeezed around him hugging his cock tight. “Are you squeezing down on me because it turns you on to know how I’m so possessive over you?” you weakly nodded, crying out softly as you tried and failed to kiss him. Your moans are spilling out, preventing you from moving your lips against his and the way you wanted. “Awe, Kitten~ you can’t even talk because you’re feeling so good.” another nod. “Haah~ such a good girl for me just lay back and feel good while I use your pussy okay?”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the powerful thrusts that came next. Sukuna grabbed your hips, holding them down as he fucked into you like you were a flashlight. The car rocked with each slam of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin was almost as loud as the growls and moans that sounded from you both. Sweat coated your low, lower body as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your boyfriend could feel it, too. Feel the way your nails dug into his forearms, how you’re pretty legs trembled with your building orgasm. He watched you slowly coming undone, and that sight only pressed him to go further.

All of his control vanished as he fucked into you like he hated you. “K-Kuna!” You screamed, eyes watering as he reached up, choking your eyes, shutting tight. “G-Gonna—oh fuck I-I’m gonna!” Sukuna's thumb found your clit rubbing it, giving you that final push you were needing.

“Then fucking cum Kitten~”

You came hard and fast. The pleasure hitting you in the most wonderful way. Sukuna watched from above, grunting at the feeling of you squirting all over his cock. That sensation had him lurching forward as his own orgasm hit him. His cock throbbed and twitched inside of you as he came. Your mouth fell at the feeling of his cum filling you. It was so warm, and you hummed happily, giggling as Sukuna fell on top of you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Uuugh.”

“Uugh?” You laughed breathlessly, your fingers tracing over the tattoos that were etched into his face. “That’s a first.”

“Y-Yeah fuck whatever, we need to hurry.” He whispered affectionately against your kiss-swollen lips. “G-Gonna be hard again. We need to get home.”

“Oh? Really what-aahnn—” Your question was lost with a moan as Sukuna grabbed your earlobe, tugging it roughly, teasing your weak spot. “Fuck!”

“I plan on taking you home and fucking until both of us pass out or whenever my dick stops working.” you know damn well he meant every single word. “You wanted to take such good care of me this morning. You still can. But I don’t need you to make me tea. I need to fuck you in every way I can.” You moaned, squirming in anticipation of what was to come when you got home. “But before we get home and start our fuck-fest, I need you to do something for me when we get home.”

“What do you need, Ku-nnngh!” his lips sealed around your ear, gently sucking and kissing on it.“Holy fuckin’ fuck!”

“I need you to order us some more of this honey~” he didn’t need to tell you twice. You proudly subscribe to the monthly subscription box. Because having him lose all of his composure was something you definitely wanted to experience again and again.

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the re-do, pt. 2 | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: one more time won't hurt anyone...right?

warnings: SMUT!!!; established friendship; unprotected p in v; fingering; dirty talk; choking; hair pulling; slapping; sneaking around; 18+

notes: here it isssss. in honour of almost hitting 1000 followers (WHAT?!?!?!), i wanted to release a part 2 to my most loved fic!! im currently posting this less than 24 hours before i leave for my trip to europe (yay!!), but unfortunately it'll be the last one i'll be posting for a while. saying that, i'll be back home august 1st and knowing me ill want to get right back into writing, so pls feel free to continue to drop requests over the next few weeks (as long as ur okay with waiting for a while!!!). thanks so much for all the love ya'll, ur the ones who make this whole thing so much fun!!

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Walking up to the triplets’ front door, I didn’t knock before turning the knob and entering the warm, familiar home. Nick, Matt, and Chris were finally home in Boston for a few weeks, and I was so excited to see them for the first time in months. They had just landed this afternoon, and although I told them I could give them some time to settle in, I couldn’t stop myself from driving over to theirs as soon as Nick sent me a photo of Trevor; proof that they were home and settled in enough.

“There she is!” Mary-Lou’s cheerful voice greeted me once I walked up the steps and into the kitchen. I didn’t have a chance to say hello before her arms were wrapped tightly around my frame; embracing me in a comforting hug. “How are you sweetheart?” She asked once she released me from her grip. I smiled. “I’m good! I’ve missed you all though.” I replied as she rubbed her hands up and down my arms affectionately. “I’ve missed you too! You hungry? I’m just finishing up some Shepard’s pie.” She walked back over to the oven, opening it slightly to check on its contents. “You know I could never turn down your Shepard’s pie.” I laughed.

“Where are the guys?” I asked, peering at the closed kitchen door. “Oh, they’re in the living room. I had to lock them out of here, they were driving me nuts!” She chuckled, pulling the casserole out of the oven. “You go ahead.” She urged, gesturing to the closed door. Sending her a warm smile, I opened the door and my eyes immediately fell on my three best friends sitting together on the couch in the living room.

“Y/n!” Shouted Nick, throwing his hands up in the air from his place on the couch. Matt and Chris both simultaneously peeled their eyes away from the screen and looked in my direction; their faces lighting up in smiles immediately before they all stood up to greet me. I hurried over to them and went in to hug Nick first, Chris next, then finally Matt.

I hadn’t seen Matt since the last time I visited them in Los Angeles, which also happened to be the time when him and I had fucked after filming their rated r Youtube video. Just like the time we had lost our virginities to each other, we hadn’t let the sex interfere with our friendship at all, and things hadn’t really changed in any way. Obviously, thanks to Matt’s failure at muting the Discord server, Chris and Nick were much too aware of exactly what had happened that night. But besides the painfully awkward morning after when I walked out of Matt’s room to find them eating breakfast — both avoiding eye contact with me entirely — things were fine with them as well. Once we spoke to Nick and Chris about it, we had convinced them both — as well as ourselves — that what had happened that night was simply a fleeting moment of nostalgia brought on by talking about our first time together.

But I would be lying if I said that as soon as I felt Matt’s hands on me I didn’t feel a shiver down my spine; or that when he whispered a breathy “I miss you” in my ear, I didn’t want to tear all of his clothes off right then and there. The sex we had that night, although spontaneous and probably wrong, was the best sex I had ever had. Once I left Los Angeles and made it back to Boston, I had fucked a handful of other guys — just trying to come even slightly close to feeling the way I had that night — only to be left feeling more and more disappointed. Matt and I knew each other far too well, and in some way it was like our bodies were tied to the other — first by losing our virginities to one another but then furthered by the crazy sex we had years later. I had accepted the fact that sex just wasn’t ever gonna be like that again, but now feeling him pressing against me, all of that acceptance just immediately vanished.

“How’s mom doing on dinner?” Chris asked, startling me out of my trance and walking in the direction of the kitchen door as I pulled away from Matt. “I think it’s almost done. But I was told you were banished from the kitchen, so stay away please.” I replied, walking over to him and tugging on his arm to draw him away from the door. Just then, the door opened and Mary-Lou appeared holding her own plate of food. “Please don’t destroy my kitchen.” Was all she said as she walked to the dining table with her plate, sighing as she did.

𓆩☆𓆪

After we all polished off the Shepard’s pie, we ended up on the couch watching a hockey game. I had curled up in a blanket between Matt to my right and Chris to my left, and was bathing in the contentment of just sitting with them in their family home, just like we did as kids. Even though I couldn’t give a shit less about whatever was happening on the screen, I couldn’t help but smile when one of them would scream, curse, or cheer as the game continued. As Chris was doing just that, I was pulled from my languid stupor by Matt tugging on the blanket that was wrapped around me; clearly wanting to share.

After spending some time with the guys, my filthy thoughts of Matt began to dissipate. After months of not seeing them, I had far too much time to stew over all of the flashbacks I got; causing me to create a certain image of him in my mind that had differed to the one I had of him before. But, after spending time with him in-person, I was reminded of the fact that he’s the same old Matt that I’ve known for years, and I was just too caught up in that one night.

Then, as if he was reading my mind, I felt fingertips gently graze my right thigh under the blanket. Immediately, my body began to react, and every place he touched felt like it was being set on fire. I gulped, and adjusted myself slightly before forcing my eyes to focus on the screen in front of me; deciding that ignoring these touches was the best thing that I could do. Still, he was relentless. His hand continued to travel all across my thigh, just a whisper of contact as if he knew it would drive me crazy. I shuddered, but played it off by pulling the blanket against me as if I was cold. Even though I knew he could tell that I was affected by his touch, I knew that my lack of acknowledgement was surely driving him crazy. My hunch was confirmed when he brushed his fingers lightly against my clothed heat; causing me to intake a sharp breath that I had to immediately hide with a cough.

This caught Chris’ attention, and he fixed his gaze on me. “You okay Y/n?” He asked, and I nodded frantically. “Mhmm. Just a cough.” My response was hitched as Matt’s fingers continued to tease me, and as soon as Chris fixed his gaze back on the tv, I grabbed his hand under the blanket and held it still; turning to give him a sharp glare. Once I turned to face him, I was met with a taunting smirk that caused something to stir inside of me. He then used his eyes to wordlessly gesture to the staircase; clearly proposing that we go upstairs.

I’m not sure how I gained the self control, but somehow I was able to shake my head sternly before drawing my attention once again back to the game. His hand stayed still, but it still rested on my thigh and I could feel myself vibrating under his touch. Then, he retracted his hand from the blanket and I had to stop myself from groaning from the loss of contact; knowing that I shouldn’t want to feel it again. From the corner of my eye, I saw him unlock his phone and felt myself relax slightly knowing that he had something to distract him.

Think again.

I felt my own phone vibrate in the pocket of my hoodie, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled it out to find a text from no other than Matt.

Matt: I need you

I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping at his text, and I turned to face him but found him looking straight ahead at the game. Sighing, I decided to respond over text after turning my brightness all the way down to keep Chris from catching a glimpse.

Y/n: matt. we can’t.

I heard his phone vibrate beside me, and kept my gaze away from him as he picked it up. I only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

Matt: Yes we can

Matt: Please Y/n.

The clear desperation in his texts went straight to my core, and I felt myself on the verge of dissolving into a puddle right then and there. To make things even worse, Matt snaked his hands back under the blanket, grabbing my own and drawing it towards the crotch of his jeans. There, his cock was already rock hard, and I really had to keep myself from straddling him right there. I turned to my left to get a quick glance at Nick and Chris beside me. Nick was curled onto the couch, seemingly sound asleep, and Chris was fully entranced by the hockey game. Just then, a commercial break came on, and I turned to face Matt and gave him a soft nod. Immediately, a sinister smile crossed his face before he put his phone away and cleared his throat.

“Oh my god Y/n I forgot to show you the clothes I bought before I left LA. Remember you texted me earlier today telling me you wanted to see?” His lie fell from his mouth effortlessly, and if I didn’t know that he had ulterior motives I would never come even close to feeling suspicious. Without missing a beat, I followed along in his little lie. “Oh yeah! Where are they?” I responded, doing everything I could to keep my tone as nonchalant as his. “Up in my room, I haven’t unpacked yet. Wanna go see them now?” I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. “Sure.” Was all I was able to say in response before hurriedly standing up from the couch. Matt shifted slightly under the blanket for a moment, obviously tucking his boner into the waistband of his pants so that it wouldn’t be noticeable, before following me towards the stairs. “Don’t be long!” Shouted Chris from behind us, “Ya’ll are gonna miss a good ass game.”

Quickly, the two of us climbed the stairs, doing our best to keep our composure until we were behind closed doors. We rushed into Matt’s bedroom, him entering before me, and I turned to quickly shut the door. Before I could even face his room, Matt pinned me to the door and his lips were on mine. A groan immediately fell from his lips as I opened my mouth to grant his tongue access; losing all sense of control as his hands roamed every inch of my body. My own hands flew to his hair, holding his face against mine as the kiss deepened even more. Our tongues swirled around each other, our mutual hunger for one another taking an almost literal form.

One of Matt’s hands travelled up my chest, tearing my hoodie up over my head in the process, before attaching to my throat. I gasped at the pressure, feeling my panties flood with arousal, and he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away from the kiss; gazing down harshly at me. “How many guys have you fucked since I saw you last.” His voice was gravelly with lust, and his tone was so ominous that if I hadn’t known Matt for as long as I had, I would be afraid. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my cheek as he slapped it. “Answer me, Y/n. How many?” I couldn’t keep the small smile from travelling to my lips from how turned on he was making me, but finally I was able to get myself to respond. “A few.” His pupils dilated.

“Oh yeah? How were they?” He was smirking, and I was thrown off by his words. Again, in my silence he slapped my cheek. At that, I couldn’t keep the lustful squeal from falling from my lips. “T-they were okay.” I lied, feeling myself tremble against the doorframe. At that, his thumb that had been soothing my sore cheek traveled to my mouth, pressing down on my lips and encouraging me to open up. I obliged, letting his thumb rest on my tongue before slowly wrapping my lips around it and sucking lightly. Matt’s eyes were glued to my mouth, but he continued speaking. “Just okay, huh?” He knew what he was doing, and I did as well, but in the state I was in I had lost all impulse control; so I fell for his trap.

“None were as good as you, Matty.”

I batted my eyelashes as I spoke, and immediately his lips were back on mine. Our mouths moved in sync as his tongue dominated mine, and I relished in the familiar taste of him. His burning desire for me fuelled my own, and as I continued to kiss him I felt myself growing more and more needy. As I released a frustrated groan into his mouth, I felt his hand travel to the waistband of my jeans where he hurriedly worked at the button and zipper. As soon as he peeled the rough material down my legs, his hand went to my heat; causing me to release a sharp breath.

“Mmm. So wet, just like last time.” He purred, dragging his mouth away from mine and down my neck; dropping wet kisses in its path. I was shaking from his touch, and subconsciously I widened my legs to give him better access to my aching core. Noticing this, he released a husky chuckle before slowly rubbing two fingers along my folds. “You missed this, didn’t you?” I immediately nodded my head as I nibbled at my bottom lip, needing him to touch me more. “I knew it.” His fingers slowly began circling my clit then, drawing satisfied moans from my mouth. “Yeah. I bet you touch yourself thinking of that night in LA,” His mouth was nibbling at my neck just below my ear, and the heat from his breath caused goosebumps to raise on my skin and my nipples to harden. “And I bet you pretend that your fingers are mine.”

Just as the words left his lips, he plunged two fingers up into me, causing me to gasp in pleasurable shock. Immediately, his fingers went to work curling up to my spongey g-spot and forcing my knees to buckle. Desperate for more contact, I wrapped a leg around his waist so that his fingers could reach even deeper into me. Hushed moans fell thoughtlessly from my mouth, and I prayed that no one in the house could hear them. I gripped helplessly onto the back of Matt’s neck as he rested his forehead against my collar bone, putting all of his effort into his plunging fingers.

“You feel good sweetheart?” He asked, his words coming out in short bursts as he continued his movements. “S-so g-good.” I replied carelessly, arching my back off of the door as I felt tension like a stretched rubber band grow in my stomach. Aching from the pressure, I reached in between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit; desperately chasing my high. After just a brief moment, Matt looked down between my legs and, upon realizing what I was doing, slapped my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. His fingers worked on my clit and my core simultaneously, and I lost all control over the erotic noises that poured out of my mouth.

“Shh.” Matt demanded, placing his own mouth on mine in a motionless kiss to stifle my moans. The stimulation was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. “G-gonna cum.” I managed to spew out against Matt’s open mouth, and he hummed in response; keeping his pace on my heat steady. “Look at me while you cum, Y/n.” Matt’s voice was commanding, and without thinking twice I opened my pinched eyes and was met with his focused yet aroused gaze just before being overtaken by an earth-shattering orgasm.

As pleasure rippled through my body, my blurry vision never veered from his face as his fingers fucked me through my high. I bit my lip so hard that I left indents to suffocate my stream of moans before they could leave my lips. I felt myself squirt, the pressure that had built up inside of me immediately being relieved, and as I did he removed his one hand from my core and used his other to continue rubbing my clit so that the fluid sprayed all over the front of him and down my legs.

As I was still trembling through my high, I watched as Matt used his free hand to yank his jeans and boxers down his legs before plunging his hard cock into me. “Fuck.” We both gasped in unison as he sunk every inch through my walls, shuddering from the immediate pleasure that we both felt. Matt stayed still for a moment, clearly collecting himself, before pounding into me strenuously. Grasping onto his shoulders in order to stay grounded, I muttered nonsense as his cock slammed into my g-spot relentlessly.

“Fuck. Missed this pussy so fucking much.” Matt groaned in my ear, causing me to cry out as he drove his cock harder and harder into me; so hard that my head began smacking against the door frame. Suddenly, Matt’s hands snaked down to my ass, cupping it in his grasp and lifting me up. Still inside of me, he began walking me towards his bed on the far side of the room, where he placed me on the end of the bed and spun me around. I lay there like a rag doll as I let him reposition me into doggy, before I felt him slide his dick back through my opening.

“Jesus Christ.” I moaned, the new position deeper than the last as I felt every inch of him stretch out my walls and reach even further into me. Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair and I cried out as he used his grip to pull my head up off of the bead. With my back pressed against him, he covered my mouth with his hand as he peppered my sensitive neck with wet kisses. “You love my cock, don’t you baby?” He asked in a rough voice against my ear, and I nodded. Suddenly, his hand made contact with my throat and he tightened his fingers around it again. “Words, Y/n.” He said tauntingly, and I whined. “Y-yes. I love it Matt.” I managed to reply before he loosened his grip on both my throat and my hair, allowing my body to fall back onto the bed.

His hands found my hips, and he held them tightly as he continued thrusting into me. His pace was growing slightly choppier, and I smiled to myself maniacally, knowing that he was feeling good. As his rhythm slowed, I began moving my own hips up and down to meet his length. Noticing what I was doing, Matt stopped his own movements and allowed me to fuck myself on his cock. I heard his heavy breathing behind me as I continued to throw myself down on it, picking up the pace with each pump.

His hands gripped my hips tighter before he spoke. “Mmmm, slow down honey, gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.” I smiled to myself once again, and even let out a small chuckle as I continued at the same quick pace; wanting to make him feel good. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the space between us as I worked his cock up and down my walls, and I felt another orgasm approaching down my spine. “Matty, gonna cum again.” I whined as the build up became un-ignorable. “Me too. Turn around. Wanna see that pretty face while you take it.” His words went straight to my core, and I struggled to find the strength to do exactly what he said.

With his help, I flipped around so that I was now on my back looking right up at his naked frame. He gazed down at me with eyes so dark and filled with lust that I almost gasped from the stark difference from the Matt that I typically saw. Leaning over me, he drove his length into me again, grabbing onto my tits as he did; making me see stars. Matt grabbed onto my legs and bent them at the knees before pressing them down and allowing his cock so much access to the deepest part of my core that I almost cried in addictive pain. “You want me to cum in you baby?” He asked, his voice a whole octave lower than usual due to his aroused state. I nodded, before remembering to use my words. “P-please cum in me.” I added, feeling my own orgasm causing my walls to already begin to convulse slightly. Holding onto my knees tightly, Matt’s jaw went slack before he released a guttural moan, enough to push me over the edge for the second time tonight.

With his cock pulsing inside of me, I shook uncontrollably as my second orgasm tore through me without mercy. I clung onto anything that I could as I fought the urge to scream profanities out at the top of my lungs as my walls milked his shaft dry. Matt continued to thrust into me slowly, pushing all of his cum deep inside as he helped me come down from my high. Once my moans halted, he planted a soft kiss to my hand resting on his chest before slowly pulling his cock out of me; watching the mix of his and my cum drip from my opening.

Walking over to his closet for what I assumed was a towel, he chuckled. Still catching my breath and recovering from my tornado of an orgasm, I struggled to lift myself off of the bed. “What’s so funny?” I asked as I watched him walk over with a towel just as I suspected. Still smiling, he shook his head as he began cleaning me up. “Nothing. It’s just that shit is way too good.” I laughed myself at his words, because I unfortunately agreed. “It probably wasn’t the best idea.” I began as I stood on shaky legs to retrieve my lost articles of clothing. “The first time was purely practical. The second could be called an accident. But a third time? There’s no explaining that away.” I said as I dressed myself.

“What?” He started, walking over to where I was standing to retrieve his own pants. “You’re the one that said that good friendships include fucking each other every once in a while.” I rolled my eyes. I had said that in Los Angeles, but had meant it as a joke at the time. “I don’t know if fucking every time we’ve seen each other constitutes as ‘once in a while’.” I replied, running my hands through my messy hair in an attempt to remedy my fucked out appearance. With a sheepish smirk on his face, he shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s working out fine, don’t you?” I couldn’t contain my smile at this, giving away that I agreed. “And besides, no one has to know about this time. No brothers barging in, no Discord servers being left on. No one knows so there’s no need for an explanation this time.” He pulled me to his chest and hugged me for a moment, and I instantly felt more reassured.

“Ready to go? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see the score.” I laughed before pulling away from the hug and heading to his bedroom door. We walked down the stairs in a single file, and walked back into the living room with the intention of looking as inconspicuous as possible. Nick was still sound asleep, but Chris was wide awake, still staring at the tv. He was suspiciously quiet, but I allowed myself to believe that it was just because he was locked into the game, so I nonchalantly sat down on the couch beside him. Just as Matt settled onto the couch to my right, Chris cleared his throat before speaking. “So, Y/n. What was your favourite piece?” I turned to face him in confusion, and mentally scrambled to try to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. “The fuck?” I asked just as Matt pinched my thigh gently under the blanket.

As I realized that he was talking about the excuse that Matt and I had made to go upstairs, I watched as Chris’ eyes shot open and he pointed a finger between me and Matt. “I fuckin’ knew it!” I tried to speak, but I was completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence; let alone a believable lie. I heard Matt groan to my right. “You two fucked again didn’t you!” Still, silence.

Our lack of retaliation was enough to give Chris the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, you guys are a couple of dogs.” He turned back to face the screen, but not before dramatically scooting a few centimetres away from me on the couch. I slowly turned my head to face Matt, and found him closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle a laugh. At this, I had to cover my mouth to to the same, and I prayed that Chris couldn’t see my shoulders shaking as I laughed silently. My silent laugh seemed to be contagious, because I watched as Matt’s body began to tremble in laughter as his hand went back to casually resting on my thigh under the blanket.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hey girl! I absolutely love your work. The way you write Desi reader is phenomenal

I was hoping you could write a Lando fic where he and Reader go to a trampoline park for a date and he's live streaming. He sees that she's very sweaty from all the fun and he comments on it and she says "as if you could make me this sweaty, Norris" AND IT GETS CAUGHT ON CAMERA

If you're not comfortable with the last part maybe only the trampoline park date?

Sweaty Opportunities ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

ᰔᩚ ln x reader 🧸ྀི

ᰔᩚ fluff + humour + smau 🧸ྀི

masterlist ☾☼

date days were y/n's favourite, even more than date nights. of course, date nights had a different class of its own. with the wine, and the fine dining, and the pretty dresses and suits that always end up on the floor of the living room because they couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom. it was amazing, definitely.

but, y/n tended to enjoy the date days more. it contained of spending the entire day exploring, eating, and just being kids. they would be in far more comfortable clothes, and would walk around hand-in-hand everywhere. most of their date days were usually lando's ideas, and they were always something reckless and exhilarating. it always made lando's face a pretty red that y/n could never stop kissing.

this particular date, lando had told her that he was going to be making another landolog since it had been a long time. y/n had readily agreed, well aware of how much lando enjoyed making the landologs.

"babe, are you ready?" his voice called out from the living room.

"coming!" y/n replied, trying to get her anklet untangled from her sock so that it didn't break.

lando stood at the door of the room, with the camera in his hand, "chat, this happens every time! i tell her we need to leave at 12, she starts getting ready 12!"

"liar! i was ready to go before you!"

"apparently not, seeing that i've worn my shoes and everything, and you still only have on sock on," lando teased.

"my anklet got stuck again," y/n looked at him with the best puppy eyes she could.

lando sighed, always unable to resist her cute face, "fine, hold the camera,"

she smiled, making a funny face at the camera before she turned it around to record lando. the man had knelt on the floor, and was focused on getting her anklet untangled.

"he's such a nice boy, taking care of me. mumma approves of you too, na," y/n cooed at him.

lando smiled, shaking his head at her, knowing that she was making fun of him. he made a sound from the back of his throat, acknowledging that he heard her. y/n ran her fingers through his hair, talking in the camera how soft his hair was, and how she was envious of it.

"alright, done," lando said, as he stood up after untangling the anklet. he offered his hand to y/n, and she took it, standing up. lando pulled her close to his chest, the camera stuck between them.

y/n laughed, "lan! you're crushing the camera!"

lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and said, "well, they didn't need to see that anyway,"

the two grabbed their essentials, still bickering and bantering, laughing into the camera, as they left the apartment, and into the car.

the camera recorded the couple singing (read as: screaming) taylor swift songs on their way to lando's surprise date location.

"where are we going?" y/n asked.

"we're almost there, lovie. a little more patience."

"look who's talking about patience!" y/n turned towards the camera, and said, "this man has the least amount of patience i've ever seen, okay?"

"that's not true!"

"you almost burned down our home because you decided to set the oven at double the temperature because you thought it would cook quicker!"

"logically, it makes sense!"

"its a miracle we have a roof over our heads, lando!"

he laughed, a loud, shrieking kind of laugh. 

pulling into the parking lot, lando turned off the ignition, and quickly grabbed the camera to catch y/n’s face change from confusion, to understanding, to childlike excitement. he knew this was one of the few places y/n had always wanted to come to, and now, she would finally have the opportunity. 

“you got me to a trampoline park!” y/n shrieked. 

lando winced at the loud sound, but smiled nonetheless, “happy date day, baby!”

y/n wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck, the camera forgotten on his lap, as he hugged her back. “thank you, thank you, thank you!” she whispered. 

“i love you,” he whispered back. 

she kissed him, letting him know that she loved him too. 

getting out of the car, y/n jumped excitedly as lando laughed, holding the camera. seeing lando lock the car, y/n immediately began running towards the entrance. zooming on the camera to show just how far she had ran, lando said, “chat, she’s a little crazy, but i’m so head over heels for her,” 

following y/n inside, lando handed her the camera as she showed the place around and yapped. meanwhile, he paid for the tickets, and walked to where y/n was. she had been standing by the popcorn machine, talking to the camera like she was talking to another human. sneaking behind her, lando wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. y/n laughed, but let him walk towards the entrance of the trampoline park.

she set the camera down, angling it towards them, as the couple removed their shoes, and stored it in one of the cubicles. 

“so, how long are we here?” y/n asked. 

“well, it’s three hours of jumping and bouncing-” 

“that’s what she said,” 

“-and then we go out for lunch, and have cheesecake for dessert, and back home, where we can either sleep or do other things if we have more energy,” lando finished. 

y/n smacked his arm, “you better edit that out!” 

“you’re the one with the dirty mind! i just meant we could bake something or have a movie marathon!” 

“you’re lying, you liar!” lando laughed as he ran from y/n’s smack attack. 

grabbing the camera, he ran inside, immediately bouncing and gaining more speed than y/n. but, she wasn’t far behind. though, once she began jumping on the trampolines, her smack attack on lando was quickly forgotten. the couple went through every zone the park had to offer, playing trampoline basketball, jumping into a ball pit, and obstacle courses that were almost everywhere. 

y/n pushed lando often, laughing every time he fell and bounced back. lando returned the favour. they challenged each other to stupid things, like who could jump the highest. 

“it’s not fair! you’re taller than me! of course, you jumped higher than i did!” 

“that sounds like a you problem, lovie!” 

“bitch!”

or, they challenged each other to who could fall the farthest in the ball pit. 

“i totally won!” 

“no, you didn’t! you moved the balls from the sides, so now we don’t know!” 

“oh, quit crying just ‘cause you lost!” 

“you lost!” 

most of the challenges were unfair for y/n, given that lando only proposed the ones that would benefit him, and in her excitement, she wouldn’t realise it until after she lost. she did try to trick him and win, and that worked. lando said it didn’t count, but everyone knew who the boss was. 

“ready? three, two, one, go!” 

“ow, ow, ow, ow,” 

“lovie? you okay? what’s wrong?”

“i think i twisted my ankle,” 

“oh, baby, lemme see,” 

“ha! tricked you!” 

“wha-? hey! no fair!” 

“sorry, can’t hear you from the finish line!” 

their friendly competitions had resulted in red faces shining from sweat, and bright smiles. the day was exactly what they needed, and y/n had plans to show just how grateful she was to lando for planning such a date. they exchanged kisses, played with the other kids in the park, and tried to outdo one another. it made y/n fall more in love with lando. 

the camera facing towards them, lando watched as y/n jumped on a trampoline square behind him, spreading her arms and legs, making a star every time she was in the air. 

“you’re so sweaty,” lando commented as he looked at his girlfriend’s flushed face. 

y/n smirked, “it's because of the jumping around for three hours. as if you could ever make me so sweaty, norris,” 

his mouth fell open as he processed her retort. she laughed at his expression, and began jumping away. lando quickly grabbed her hand and said, “as if i could ever- come on, we’re going home,” 

“what? why? we still have lunch left!” 

“nope. i’m going to show you just how sweaty i can make you,” 

y/n laughed but followed. she wasn’t going to pass on an opportunity like this. she’d never.

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hi! i tried to make this desi!reader, but i just didn't find a lot of places where i could incorporate that, so i tried my best to stick to a neutral, imagine-what-you-like character. i hope you enjoy this! i've also got a link for my taglist, prompt list, and all of that you can find here!

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kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

[harunayuuka2060]

Ace: Okay. No one had expected the party was going to be a blast.

Epel: Both in literal and figurative sense.

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Ortho, and Jack: *laughing*

Jack: And who would've thought that MC-senpai's sister and Ruggie would click?

Ace: Like, bruh! I still remember their conversation!

Ace: "Is MC-senpai looking for a brother-in-law?"

Ace: "They don't. But I'm looking for a boyfriend. Are you available?" *claps, laughing*

Epel: By the way, we'd only seen senpai when the party was about to end.

Jack: Yes. And I think they have injured their left eye.

Ortho: I wonder what happened.

Malleus: Didn't I tell you to be careful?

MC: *has returned with a bleeding eye and deep scratches on their arms and neck* *giggles*

MC: The souls I have arrived to were too excited~.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Let me patch you up.

MC: Hm~? Has your mom left already~?

Malleus: Yes. She didn't want you to see her off.

MC: Eh~.

Malleus: Oh and, you've decided on Rosehearts and Schoenheit?

MC: Hmm~ *giggles* Riddle will never be my option~. He's too young~.

MC: And will die easily because of stress~.

Malleus: That's... *sigh* How about Schoenheit?

MC: If it's Vil~ Hehe~ He's a fine choice~ But~ I'll be too possessive~.

Malleus: You're worried that you would be too possessive for Schoenheit?

MC: *nods then giggles* Wouldn't anyone be~?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I'm surprised with your self-awareness.

MC: *touches his face with their bloody hands*

Malleus: *frowns* Hey.

MC: *giggles*

Malleus: *sigh*

Silver: MC's parents are amazing.

Lilia: Indeed. I don't think anyone would do what they have done for the sake of love.

Sebek: That's just pure insanity! And I don't even understand the explanation at all!

Sebek: How could they be both half-dead?!

Silver: MC's father had died long ago, but for some reason, his body never decomposed. And their mother, who was an infamous necromancer, found him and fell in love at first sight.

Sebek: I understood that part! What I'm trying to say is how were they able to produce offsprings?!

Silver: ...

Silver: Oh. You have a point with that, Sebek. *turns to look at Lilia*

Silver: Do you know how that is possible, father?

Lilia: Yes. But you're still innocent to know.

The Ramshackle students: Housewarden! How is your eye?

MC: It's fine~ But it feels really itchy~.

Grim: Don't think of plucking that out, mryah!

MC: *giggles* Why~ Its string is still connected to the socket~.

Grim: Just don't!

MC: Okay~. If you could distract me~.

The Ramshackle students: We will study hard so we can get the first place in rankings!

MC: Eh~ That's a nice proposal~.

MC: But if one of you fails~ Would you like to receive my eyeball as a reward~?

The Ramshackle students: N-No, housewarden...

MC: *giggles* Fail or not~ All I want you to do is enjoy school~ Like how I enjoy my stay here~.

The Ramshackle students: *sniffles* Yes, housewarden!

Grim: You're awfully nice today. *looking at them suspiciously*

MC: Well~ The next couple of months will be a torture~.

The Ramshackle students: That's still fine, housewarden!

MC: *giggles*

[allisondraste]

I’ve seen various different posts on the website formerly known as Twitter and this one right here, discussing Gale’s behavior in romance as obsessive, possessive, and possibly codependent. And while I support everyone having their own interpretations and opinions, I do disagree, so I want to talk about it!

First— it’s so important to acknowledge that Gale is strictly monogamous. He is not someone who is comfortable with a partner having other partners. This is fine, and not inherently indicative of any unhealthy attachment styles. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’Zel are also monogamous in a relationship.

Gale does struggle with some insecurity that at times bleeds it’s way into his romantic relationship, but isn’t a product of the relationship itself. His biggest insecurity is feeling like he isn’t enough (in general, not just for a romantic partner). Mystra had a way of making him feel like nothing he did was ever enough, he always needed to do more, to be more, and when he tried, when he made mistakes, she abandoned him.

Those are wounds that do not heal quickly, and so he needs quite a bit of reassurance from both friend and lover PCs that he’s fine just the way he is and that he doesn’t have to try so hard or pretend to be fine when he’s not.

He’s lonely. Due to his condition, Gale, who is an incredibly social person, had to hermit himself away from his friends and colleagues for over a year. Mystra was no longer interacting with him, and he was afraid to be around his mother because he didn’t want her to worry. His only company was Tara, and as much as he loves her, shes not a replacement for human or humanoid connection. Usually with folks who struggle with codependency and insecure attachment, there are long patterns of each of those things in all of their other relationships, but Gale seems to have had pretty healthy relationships, the Mystra situation being the exception, not the rule.

It excites him when he gets to travel with a group, have friends. It’s even more exciting to him when he finds someone who makes him forget the hurt Mystra has caused. Yet he still has to withdraw from even that because he does not want to put their life in danger. It is not until act 2 after Elminster has cast the incantation to calm the orb that Gale feels comfortable enough to give in to his feelings. And yeah! He comes in strong because he’s been holding it in. He’s been pining away, sad that he can’t let himself so much as kiss Tav or else he quite literally explode.

When you talk to Gale after his romance scene in act 2, you’re able to confront him about his feelings for Mystra, and he is very direct, stating that he does still have complicated feelings for her. Which makes SENSE. The game and Gale himself try to minimize Mystra as just his ex, but she is more than that. She is his groomer and abuser. Gale is traumatized, and it will likely take him the rest of his life to get over that. It’s not something that more time alone is going to heal. He needs a support system to help him. He needs his mom, his friends, and maybe even his new partner.

You can also ask him if he meant it when he said he loved you, and his answer is “I am many things to many people, but I am never one to throw the l-word around lightly.” He didn’t just say it on a whim. He thought about it, probably extensively. Judging from the dialogue we get, he’s aware that he is rushing to say it, and admits that it’s because he’s scared that he’s going to literally die tomorrow. It’s not a love bomb. It’s an “I need you to know this, just in case something happens to me.”

Once he doesn’t die in act 2, he simmers down. He becomes more concerned with curing his condition, he faces Mystra, he accepts that he doesn’t need to have godly power to be worthy of love and respect.

At the end of the game, he asks you if you’ll come back to Waterdeep with him, which is his way of proposing more or less, but its more that he wants to be home and he wants the person who has become so important to him to come with him, to meet his mom, to see his hometown. He wants them to want that too.

He’s a grown man, mid to late 30s, not a naive young person. He knows what he wants. He’s thought about it, extensively.

In my opinion, there’s nothing possessive, obsessive, codependent, or unhealthy about any of that.

[ashtavula]

Royalty AU Pt 3: A Meeting With Vil

Housewardens x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 4069

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You peer out of your carriage window, taking in the scenery as you travel down the road. You can see vast swathes of lush forest around you, and beautiful mountains. You’ve barely entered the dukedom of Pomefiore, and this place already looks beautiful. As you admire your surroundings, you suddenly find yourself being thrown out of your seat as your carriage tilts. Your coachman shouts, and he quickly flings open the carriage door to check on you. He helps you out, and you see what happened. The front wheel of your carriage is now detached, and the axle is cracked. Your coachman grumbles as he ascertains the damage. As you look around, you realize that you’re practically alone, on a stretch of road surrounded by nothing but trees. The thought makes you feel a little anxious. And it doesn’t help that you catch a glimpse of movement in the dense forest. It almost looks like a man.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just seeing things. There’s no way that a man would just be conveniently lurking in the woods right as you need help. You turn away, looking at your frazzled coachman for just a few moments. And when you turn your eyes back to the trees, all you see is a man grinning at you. You shriek, and stumble backwards. The man raises his hands in alarm.

“Oh, dear! Please forgive this humble hunter, I did not mean to frighten you!” The man quickly kneels, and removes his hat, revealing a sleek blond bob. “I am Rook Hunt, a servant of Duke Vil Schoenheit. I noticed that your carriage had broken down, and I came to offer my assistance.” The man lifts his head, putting his hat back into place as he stands. “You were going to His Grace’s estate, yes? Please allow me to help you get there.”

Your eyes narrow slightly. “How do you know where I’m going?” 

Rook doesn’t seem fazed by your suspicion. He merely smiles at you. “Because I am aware of why you’ve come here, Your Highness. His Grace sent you an invitation, so that you two could formally meet. Oh, it is most exciting!”

You gesture to your broken carriage. “Well, it looks like you’ll have to tell Duke Vil that our meeting will have to be postponed. I can’t get there without a carriage.”

“Nonsense, Your Highness! Where there is a will, there is a way!” Rook whistles, and a horse steps out of the forest. You can see that it’s saddled, and a bow and quiver of arrows is attached to that saddle. It sidles up to Rook, and the man reaches out to pat its neck. “We can take my horse.”

A frown crosses your face, and you put your hands on your hips. “Riding up to the duke’s estate on horseback? Are you insane?” You’re well-aware of the fact that, while horseback riding is considered a fine hobby, it’s considered improper for the upper crust to not travel in a carriage. Even if it were considered acceptable, you’re not wearing suitable clothing.

Rook laughs, and shakes his head. “I was not suggesting that you ride to the estate, Your Highness. Rather, I was going to take you to someone who will be able to help you get your carriage going again. And I do not like the idea of simply leaving you here and making you wait.”

“...Fine. Since there’s no other choice…”

As you try to think about the best way to climb into the saddle, Rook surprises you once again. He wraps his hands around your waist, and he effortlessly lifts you up. You gasp as he carefully sets you down on the horse, and his hands slide down to your hips, making sure that you’re steady. “Are you comfortable?” 

You shift slightly. Riding a horse side saddle without the proper equipment is a bit difficult, but it’s doable. You nod your head as you place your hands on the pommel and cantle for balance. “I’ll be alright, I think. As long as you don’t expect me to ride like this for long.”

“No, not for long, Your Highness. We’ll be there shortly.”

Rook grips the reins, and he walks alongside the horse back into the forest. You know that you should be scared of the idea of this mysterious hunter taking you away into the dense forest, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you think you can trust him. Rook looks at you like you’re something precious and beautiful that should be put on a pedestal and admired. And the way he touched you was gentle, almost reverent. You get the feeling that Rook won’t hurt you. 

You’re so lost in your thoughts that you almost don’t notice when the scenery changes. Dense trees give way to a lush apple orchard. The sweet scent of the apples fills your lungs as Rook guides his horse through the orchard, and you can see the tantalizing red fruit hanging from the branches. You’re tempted to reach out and pluck one, but you keep your hands on the saddle. Soon, you’re in front of a homestead. As Rook helps you down from the horse, you hear someone call out. 

“Rook, why are you here? I swear, if this is about-” The sentence abruptly cuts off when the speaker sees you. You turn your head, and you lay eyes on…a boy? At least, this person is dressed like a boy. But his features are ridiculously cute, especially when he’s looking at you in surprise. After a few moments, he shakes his head. “What, did you finally manage to convince some poor soul to marry you? What did you blackmail them with?”

Rook looks aghast, and he dramatically places his hand over his heart. “Epel, you wound me! I would never blackmail someone into marrying me, for I want my future spouse to truly love me!”

Epel doesn’t look impressed, and he turns to you. “Epel Felmier. Pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his hand for you to shake. Before you can do so, Rook interrupts.

“Epel! That is no way to greet a member of the royal family!”

Epel’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he whips his head to stare at Rook. You have to stop yourself from laughing when Rook formally introduces you, much to Epel’s consternation. “Why didn’t you say something sooner,” he hisses. Epel then takes a deep breath, and he dips into a slightly awkward bow. “Uh, sorry about that, Your Highness. I’m Epel Felmier. My family owns this orchard.”

Rook nods approvingly before speaking. “Epel, we’re here for your assistance. Their Highness is only here because their carriage has broken down. The front left wheel has fallen off, and the front axle is broken. The shaft is also cracked.”

You’re surprised that Rook was able to assess the damage to your carriage without actually looking at it. Epel frowns at the news. “What kind of pothole did your driver hit to do all that?” He shakes his head. “Ah, nevermind. I should be able to patch it up enough to get you back on the road, but it’ll take a few hours.”

“A few hours? But I need to be at Duke Vil’s estate soon,” you say.

Rook agrees. Epel thinks about it, and he snaps his fingers. “Wait, you could take one of our wagons. It ain’t as fancy as a royal carriage, but it’ll get you there.”

Epel leads you and Rook over to a barn. He tugs the doors open, revealing a simple wagon. As Epel gets a horse harnessed, you lean over to mutter to Rook, who politely bends down for you. “You know, arriving on your horse might be better…”

Rook chuckles. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Your Highness. Duke Vil will understand the circumstances. He’ll just be happy that you arrived safe and sound.”

“Alright, we’re ready to go!” Epel climbs up into the driver’s box. As you step up to the wagon, Epel dusts off the seat beside him before offering you his hand. You accept his help, and he hauls you up with a surprising amount of strength.

“Woah,” you murmur. “You’re stronger than I thought.”

Epel flashes you a boyish grin, and you see his ears go pink. “Yeah, I’m a strong man! Working here makes you build up muscle.” He flexes for you, clearly hoping to impress. It only shows you that, despite the strength he just demonstrated, he doesn’t have the muscles to back it up. You still smile at him as you sit next to him. Epel then turns his attention to Rook. “Rook! Are you coming with us?”

Rook mounts his horse, and states that he’ll ride alongside the wagon. Epel cracks the reins, and the three of you set off towards Vil’s estate. The three of you chatter aimlessly as you travel down the road, and the two seem pleased when they’re able to impress you or make you laugh. Soon, Epel is guiding the wagon to the front of the grand manor that Vil calls home.

As Epel helps you down from the seat of the wagon, the front doors slam open, and a blond man struts out. Your lips part in surprise as you take in his features. This man is utterly beautiful, even though he looks displeased. His long legs carry him towards you, and you see his features soften as he gazes at you. He dips into an elegant bow.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure to receive you. Duke Vil Schoenheit, at your service.” Vil straightens up, and his violet eyes shift to Epel’s wagon. His delicate brows furrow, and his jaw clenches. “Though, I must ask, did something happen to you on your way here? You shouldn’t have had to arrive in a wagon belonging to a simple apple farmer.”

You can see Epel get irritated, and he opens his mouth to say something to Vil. Rook interrupts before Epel can speak, and he explains your unfortunate circumstances. As Rook finishes, Epel interjects and states that he’s going to fix your carriage during your meeting with Vil. Vil sighs, and dismissively waves his hand.

“Very well. Epel, go do that. And those repairs better be done well. Rook, I thank you for bringing them to me safely.”

Rook bows with a smile on his face. “Of course, Your Grace.”

Vil offers you his arm, and his lips curve into a delicate smile. “Come, Your Highness. Lunch has already been prepared for us.”

You take his arm, and he guides you inside. You’re impressed by how well decorated his home is, and you see Vil beam as you say so. He’s more than happy to tell you that he selected all of the decor himself, and he points out some of his favorite pieces as he takes you into the dining hall.

As lunch is served, you realize that every dish you’re given is healthy. There’s nothing sugary, or fatty, or overly seasoned. Vil smiles at you as you eat. “I select what is served every day. After all, one must be aware of their diet in order to stay beautiful.”

You smile, and agree, but you internally wince. You simply eat whatever is placed in front of you without thinking about its health benefits. But the duke clearly cares about what he puts into his body. “And what’s on it,” you think to yourself. Everything about this man is impeccable, from his looks to his clothing to his manners. It’s a little intimidating, to be honest.

After lunch, Vil shows you around his private gardens. The grounds are filled with beautiful, but fairly standard flowers and plants. As he places his hand on the door of a greenhouse, he pauses. “Your Highness, please refrain from touching anything in here. All of the plants here are poisonous.”

You nod, and the door swings open. Vil guides you inside, and you see a vast array of strange, but lovely plants. As you walk with Vil down the row, a sweet scent catches your attention. You lean in to look at a small plant with tiny white flowers. Vil’s grip on your hand tightens slightly.

“Ah, that would be lily of the valley. People usually give it to their loved ones, and it symbolizes pure love. Despite its meaning and beauty, it’s highly poisonous. Just a small piece of the root can easily cause a person’s heart to stop.”

You freeze. “Is it safe to smell?”

Vil nods, and carefully plucks a strand of flowers off of the plant. He holds it up to your nose. “It’s perfectly safe.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in the scent of the lily. When you open them again, Vil is looking down at you with an inscrutable expression on his face. He presses the flowers into your hand, and your fingers wrap around his. “Does it please you to be able to enjoy something so beautiful, yet deadly,” he murmurs. “To have such power wrapped around your fingers?”

You get the feeling that Vil isn’t just talking about the lily of the valley. His gaze is too intense, his words a little too heated. Your lips part. “It’ll only be deadly if I’m not careful.”

Vil’s lips twitch into a nearly imperceptible smile, and he tucks the strand of lilies behind your ear. “Indeed.” He takes your hand again, and he continues to lead you through the greenhouse. When you’re done, you both return to the manor. 

Rook is waiting for the two of you. He bows. “Please excuse my intrusion. Your Grace, I urgently need to speak with you.”

Vil nods, and looks at you. He takes a few moments to escort you to his library, and he encourages you to rest for a bit while he speaks with the hunter. As the door shuts, you take the chance to poke around. Most of the books are about science and history, but there are several bookcases that have glass doors protecting the books within. They all have locks, but the door to one of them is slightly ajar. You open the door fully, and your brow furrows.

All of the books in this bookcase are fake. It’s a telltale sign that this is actually a hidden door. It’s not suspicious. Quite a few of the aristocracy have hidden passageways installed in their homes, or hidden rooms tucked away. Even your own castle has its fair share of secret halls and rooms. But you’re curious about what’s behind this door. Your fingers trail over the false books, until you find the correct one. You pull on it, and you hear a lever click. The false bookcase swings open, revealing a stone staircase spiraling down into the dark. You swallow, and step into the passage.

Lanterns flare to life, and you let out a relieved sigh as you quickly descend the stairs. At least it’s not as dark now. At the end of the stairs, you see a wooden door. You push it open, revealing a strange room. You can see a cauldron, and countless bottles and jars of things you don’t recognize. But the most odd thing is a massive mirror. The glass is completely black, and you don’t see any reflections on that dark surface as you approach it. 

A gasp leaves you as a face suddenly materializes in the glass. It’s completely white, like a mask. A deep, foreboding voice resounds around you.

“What would you ask of me?”

You eye the mirror cautiously, but your curiosity gets the better of you. “What are you,” you ask.

“I am the soul trapped within. I am the Magic Mirror, meant to serve your every whim.”

You steel your nerves, and step closer. If this thing was supposed to serve whoever stood in front of it, then it wouldn’t hurt you. Probably. “What do you do for Duke Vil Schoenheit?”

“The answer is a simple one. I make all that surrounds him fit his standards of beauty. I make his lands and people appear perfect, when all is done.” The mirror continues to gaze at you passively as it speaks. “I tell him the truth, and never lie. I share my knowledge, to satisfy his desire.”

You realize that you’ve been down here for a few minutes now. “Where is Duke Vil now?”

“Returning to the place you were left. Rook Hunt follows at his behest.”

You turn to leave, quickly telling the Magic Mirror to not say anything about your encounter to Vil. You hurry back up the steps, and you shut the false door. You lock the case, and you quickly move over to the opposite end of the library. When the library door swings open, you act like you were perusing the shelves. You give Vil and Rook a smile, hoping that neither of them will notice the anxiety brewing in your stomach. “Is everything alright, Your Grace?”

Vil doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “It seems like Epel was able to repair your carriage, but he’s concerned that it won’t be able to carry you all the way back to the capital. Therefore, Rook and I have agreed that it’d be best for you to take my carriage back.”

Rook inclines his head towards you. “You need not worry, Your Highness. I am also a proficient coachman. I will get you back to the capital safely.”

You nod. “Thank you, Rook. Your Grace, please forgive me, but it will take some time for us to travel back, and I do not wish for Rook to have to travel in the dark.”

“Of course, Your Highness. Please allow me to escort you out,” Vil says. Rook goes ahead of you two to make sure that the carriage is ready, and you take Vil’s arm as you walk out of the manor. He helps you get into his carriage, and he kisses your knuckles as he does so. “Please feel free to visit me at any time. I enjoyed our time together.”

You smile, and you squeeze his hand. “Of course. Nothing would please me more than seeing you again, Your Grace.”

Vil smiles at you, and he kisses your hand a second time before stepping back and shutting the carriage door. Rook gets into the driver’s box, and you hear him urge the horses forward. As Vil’s estate fades out of view, you put your head in your hands. 

Your thoughts are consumed by your brief encounter with the Magic Mirror. The Mirror stated that it changed the things around Vil, to make them beautiful. The thought of Vil using a magical artifact to change people against their will makes your stomach churn, and you shiver.

When you finally see your castle again, you can’t help but feel relieved. You politely give your goodbyes to Rook before he sets off again, and you act like you’re heading inside. But as soon as Rook is gone, you make a beeline for the stables. It doesn’t take long for another carriage to be readied, and you tell the coachman where you want to go.

xxx

A short while later, you’re knocking on Azul’s door. He seems surprised, but he lets you in. He guides you to his office, and he pushes his glasses up his nose. “What brings you here, Your Highness? Have you come to accept my hand in marriage?”

You glare at him. “You said that you would tell me about my suitors. So why didn’t you tell me about the creepy Magic Mirror that Duke Vil is hiding?!”

“Ah…” Azul looks a bit pale, and his smile is strained. “So, you found out about that. Did His Grace show it to you?”

“So you did know about it!”

Azul realizes that you’ve just made him reveal that he does, in fact, know about the mirror. He sighs deeply. “Yes, I knew about the Magic Mirror. I’m the one who helped him find it. But please don’t blame me for not telling you.” Azul rifles through his desk, and he pulls out a piece of yellow paper. The word contract is written across the top, and you can see Azul’s and Vil’s signatures on the bottom. “This contract forbids me from talking about the Mirror unless the person I’m speaking to already knows about its existence. I literally couldn’t tell you about it before now.”

You sigh, and cross your arms. “So tell me about it now. And I want to know everything.”

Azul tells you that, when the Octavinelle Agency first opened, he was approached by Vil. The duke showed Azul an ancient scroll that revealed where the Magic Mirror was. Vil had needed Azul’s resources to help retrieve it, as it wasn’t located in your kingdom. At the time, Azul thought that Vil was crazy for wanting to chase down a myth, but he’d happily taken Vil’s money, and promised his aid. 

When the Magic Mirror turned out to be real, Vil had Azul sworn to secrecy. In exchange, Vil would use the Mirror to help Azul when it was necessary. “It’s part of how my agency gathers information. And all it costs me is my continued silence, and occasionally helping Vil spread his influence outside of his dukedom.”

The door opens, and you see Jade and Floyd slip into the room. Jade chuckles, and Floyd dangles a photo in front of your face. It’s of a young man that looks like Azul, except that the man in the photo is overweight. 

“Vil also used the mirror to change Azul’s appearance for him,” Jade states. “He looked like that before they found it.”

Azul screams, and makes a grab for the photo. But Floyd is faster, and he easily darts away, cackling as he races out of the room. “Floyd, get back here this instant! I thought I told you two to destroy those photos!”

As Azul chases Floyd, Jade grins mischievously. “It’s worth knowing what sort of man is trying to court you, Your Highness.”

You sigh as you hear Azul continue to yell at Floyd as he chases the man through the halls. Azul sounds like he’s out of breath. Distantly, you hear something break. “I thought Azul couldn’t tell anyone about the Magic Mirror unless they already knew about it?”

“We assisted in the search, so Floyd and I have known from the beginning.” Jade sits next to you on the couch. His smile fades, and he looks serious. “It might seem bad, but Duke Vil is not evil. He’s not hurting anyone with the Mirror. In fact, I dare say that he’s actually helping them with it.”

You frown. “How can he be helping people when he uses that Mirror to change the way they look? He’s manipulating them against their will.”

Jade shakes his head. “You misunderstand. The Magic Mirror is powerful, but it can only do so much. It’s not actually changing the way things look. Rather, it changes your perception of them. You might not think of an apple as beautiful, but the Mirror makes you realize the simple beauty of its vibrant color. Nothing about the apple itself has changed.”

You think about Jade’s words for a few moments. If all the Magic Mirror did was change the way you saw things, and answer questions, then…maybe it wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. “What will Duke Vil do with the Magic Mirror if I marry him?”

“I don’t know. But he’d likely use it to help you run the kingdom. The knowledge the Mirror provides can be extraordinarily helpful, if you can parse through its rhymes.”

Azul wanders back into the office. His hair is disheveled, and he’s panting. “Jade…go get your twin. And burn that photo when you find it.”

Jade smiles, and he pats your hand as he stands up. But something makes you pause, and you grab the hem of his jacket. “Wait. You said the Magic Mirror didn’t actually change things. So why does Azul look different?”

Jade laughs, and slips out of your grasp. Before he leaves the office, he answers your question. 

“All it did was give him the motivation to lose weight!”

Azul starts yelling again, and all you can do is laugh.  

[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."

Warning: (omg, its a mess) smut, loss of virginity, use of vibrator, unprotected sex (don't do this), orgasms, conversation about sex, toxic relationship, betrayal, angst, Jungkook's mom finds out everything, Jungkook is an idiot, sorry 😭😭

A/N: As I promisse, here is the second chapter of today. I deserve VOTES guys, please.

Previous Chapter

Chapter 9

He takes my hand and pulls me before I can respond to him. And what am I going to say? I follow him instinctively, getting on the motorcycle and enjoying a bit of the city full of lights, now that the sky is all dark. I recognize his building as we get closer, and the gate opens as soon as we stop in front of it. My nervousness intensifies because I don’t know what to expect from this night. I know Jungkook wouldn’t force me into anything, and that if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have to touch myself in front of him. I am aware of all this. The problem is I want that, and I don’t know how long I’m going to deny myself the peak of our intimacies. Would I have the courage to give him my virginity? To give myself to him, even knowing there would be no turning back? I would. Realizing this is like a cold shower. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do with Jungkook. I would risk everything, without thinking twice.

I get off the motorcycle and grip the long sleeve of my t-shirt tightly, venting the tumultuous feelings inside me. Flashes of us together on his bed start appearing in my head, and a mix of excitement and fear fills my mind. He remains silent the entire time, and I wish I had the power to read his mind and understand what he’s thinking. Our eyes meet in the elevator's reflection, and he smiles slightly, leaving me even more stunned. My legs almost give out when we exit the small cubicle and step into his apartment.

Everything is the same, just like when I came a while ago. The living room is tidy and the kitchen clean, just like before. I take a few steps into the room, letting out a long, noisy sigh before taking off my shoes.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Jungkook asks from behind me. He removes his leather jacket, revealing the new tattoo wrapped in plastic. He doesn’t seem to feel any pain though, as he doesn’t show any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine.” I smile awkwardly. He must have noticed my obvious doubt.

“You know you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, right?”

“I know.” I reply, shrugging. “The problem is different.”

“And what would that be?”

“That I want to do everything.” I’m honest. His eyes widen in surprise, and he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“You always surprise me, you know? Just when I think I’ve finally understood the way you think, you come and show me that, in fact, I don’t know anything.”

“I don’t even understand myself, Jungkook.”

“Do what you want to do. You know my opinion. You know I don’t want you to hold back just because you think your mom would be disappointed.”

“I want to do what I want, but I’m afraid of the consequences of my actions. My mom has nothing to do with this, this time.” I say. He shakes his head in agreement. I remain silent for a few seconds before looking at the ceiling, frustrated with the situation. “I have a proposal to make to you. It’s crazy, but I want things to be like this between us.”

“I’m listening.” He tosses his hair back, watching me.

“Let’s just go with the flow of things. When we’re together, I want things to happen naturally. I don’t want to tell you how far we can go, because I don’t even know myself.”

“That’s how things will be, then.” He smiles, coming closer. He touches my hair and moves a strand away from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I reply. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I want to reciprocate, to say he’s handsome too, but I can’t.

“Come with me.”

He calls me, and I follow him down the hallway. I know very well what he wants with me in his room. He turns on the lights and takes off his shirt, tousling his hair. There’s a palpable tension between us that only grows as he removes the top piece of his clothing, and I realize that, no matter what happens tonight, this won’t end. I bite my lip, watching how Jungkook moves carefree and goes to the closet without saying a word. When he comes back, there’s something in his fingers that I can’t identify. He gets closer, so much that I have to lift my head to look into his eyes. I see a smile on his face that doesn’t fade, even with my obvious confusion.

“Remember I told you about a surprise last night, in your room?” I take a few seconds to recall, nodding my head in agreement with his words. “This is the surprise.”

He raises his hand and shows me a device that I can’t quite tell what it is, even up close. It’s the size and shape of a lipstick, maybe a bit bigger, a bright shocking pink in the middle of his palm. He laughs as he presses a nearly imperceptible button on top, and the thing vibrates, so intensely that I hear a buzzing in his strong fingers. I flinch, now knowing exactly what it is.

“I-Is this some kind of erotic toy?” I choke on my own saliva, my heart racing. My hand trembling and sweating with anticipation.

“It’s an erotic toy.” He affirms. “I use some things on myself, when I’m alone.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I tell him, watching the small, yet powerful device. I’m curious, not taking my eyes off it for even a second. “What do you use when you're alone?”

“I use some oils on my cock that heat up and cool down. Sometimes with flavor and even scent.” he explains, explicit with his words. I feel embarrassed but try not to show it. “It makes me more sensitive, so it feels really good.”

“Do you want me to use this?”

“Only if you want to.” He shrugs, as if it’s simple. “Want to hold it? Feeling the vibrations in your hand might help you decide.”

I nod in agreement, taking the small silicone-coated device. It pulses in my palm, strong and fast. I turn red but horny, just imagining this inside me. Even wetter when I imagine Jungkook pleasuring himself, circling his fingers around his cock. My breath becomes shaky as I know he’s watching me closely, waiting for my response.

“Why is it pink?” I ask, a curiosity that suddenly arises.

“I like the color on your skin.” He smirks. I return the smile, finding it amusing. There wouldn’t be another reason if it weren’t for that. Jungkook doesn’t wear pink, never. Always in black and dark colors. I don’t say anything else. “Do you want to try the vibrator?”

“I do.”

“Are you going to do what I say?” He questions. There’s something in his tone that confirms to me that he knows that yes, I will do what he wants. I nod silently.

“Show me how to use this. I have to fulfill our bet.” I respond, with courage. Jungkook clenches his jaw and runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek. For a moment, he looks at me seriously, as if a thought has arisen in his head and throws him off balance.

“Okay. Take off your clothes. Everything.” He commands, in a husky voice.

To say I’m calm would be a lie, but I obey his command, trying to show firmness in my actions. I pull my shirt up and take it off, feeling his eyes on my body. I’m wearing a green demi-cup bra that makes my breasts perkier and curvier, but it goes away as quickly as the other piece, falling to the floor. I unbutton my skirt, which falls in a circle of fabric at my feet. I muster the courage to face Jungkook, but the tremors return when he doesn’t smile; the wildness in his gaze. Just the way he looks at me every time he sees me naked.

“I said to take everything off.” He comments in a whisper, almost a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. I nod shyly, and use my thumb on my cotton panties, pulling them down. The cold air of the room hits my intimacy, and only then do I realize how wet I am, soaked and pulsing. I’m nervous, but incredibly excited.

“What do I do now?”

“Lie on the bed.” He half-orders, half-instructs. I do as he says, climbing onto the mattress and hooking my fingers in the sheets. I lean my back against the bed and completely relax my head on the pillow. “Open your legs for me.”

“Kiss me first.” I weakly and shyly request. He gives a little smile, relieving a bit of my tension, and leans his body over mine, bringing his mouth close to mine.

I kiss him intensely. I take everything from his mouth, plunging my tongue and sucking his, using my lips and moaning during the kiss. I’m so hot that I pull his hair, and he falls over me, supporting his body on his elbow and touching my breasts with his chest. Jungkook suddenly pulls away from me. I try to return the caresses, but he’s gone as quickly as he approached.

“Please!” I moan, trying to reach his head, but he stops me and kisses me just once more.

“Open your legs. I want to see you touching yourself.” He says seriously. I shake my head knowing that if I want to be touched by him, I have to fulfill the challenge first.

I expose my entrance as I slowly open my legs. I gasp at the sensitivity of the cold air touching my slit. I look at my pussy, embarrassed that the light of the room is illuminating my body completely. However, Jungkook makes me feel confident. The way he looks at me only confirms how much he likes what’s in front of him. He rests one hand on my knee and moves closer between my thighs, watching me without shame, completely exposed.

“You’re beautiful.” He caresses my knee. “Spread your small lips, I want to see your little hole better.”

I feel even more turned on by the way he asks, and in a surge of impulse, I obey his command. My hand moves down my body to my intimacy, spreading my wetness with my fingers before opening my vulva and exposing my entrance. One of my fingers accidentally brushes against my swollen clitoris, and I whimper, unable to help it. I’m very sensitive and aroused, something I’ve never been able to feel alone.

“Touch your clit, very gently. It’s all red and swollen. I know you need it.” Jungkook bites his lips and caresses my leg, as if he finally feels pity for me. I nod my head, even knowing that he’s completely focused on another part of my body. With my other free hand, I touch my clitoris, this time with more pressure and intention. I moan, throwing my head back. I move my middle finger up and down, watching as more lubrication drips from my hole. I wet my finger and return to the sensitive button of my pleasure, circling and surrounding it delicately.

“So good…” I whisper, unable to help it. My eyes roll back on their own, and sweat starts forming on my forehead. My whole body trembles; my muscles tense from the delight I’m giving myself.

“Are you enjoying it?” He asks. I nod yes, unable to speak. I keep playing with my pussy, using my fingers in circles, feeling my lubrification coming out and dripping down my slit. “Use the vibrator inside you. I want to see it going in and out of your little tight hole.”

I just agree, unable to open my eyes. I hear the unmistakable sound of the device turning on, and almost unconsciously, my hand moves faster. I feel my nipples aching and heavy, and to relieve my sensitive breasts a little, I pull the nipple hard, using my thumb and index finger. I sigh and moan, and another moan, Jungkook’s name, escapes my mouth.

“Y/N, look at me.” Jungkook asks, in a growl. His pants are slightly down between his thighs, revealing his gray underwear covering his hard member underneath the garment. I bite my lips, watching his body provide me even more pleasure. I moan softly, looking into his eyes. “Use the toy inside your cunt, you’ll like it.”

“O-ok.” I choke, my voice lacking strength. I take the device from his hands, releasing my breasts, and turn my eyes to my gaping, soaked vagina, clenching with desire. I gently press the vibrations against my clitoris, and startled, I drop the toy, extremely sensitive.

“Go easy, baby.” He instructs, quietly. His thumb and index finger approach my body as he pulls my nipple hard, tightly, replacing my hand. I sigh and agree, taking the fallen vibrator on the bed and pressing it once again against my button. This time, the sensation is different and surreal. A high-pitched scream escapes my throat, and my hips move and rise unconsciously in response to the tremors.

Without being able to wait another second, I shove the device inside me, massaging my creamy walls with the intense vibrations. I grit my teeth trying to control my legs from closing, and thrust the toy in and out, finding the most sensitive spot inside my pussy; the one only Jungkook knew. My pleasure intensifies when I look forward and find him stroking himself, following my rhythm with his hands and rubbing his own cock. The sloppy impact noise fills the room, and the walls of my vulva suck the vibrator as my hole pulses and clench once more.

"I'm going to cum!" I confess, closing my eyes. Jungkook doesn't stop me, on the contrary, he brings his mouth closer to my breast and sucks my nipple, using his teeth hard and digging them into my skin. "It feels so good... I-I wish I had everything of you. I wish it was your cock inside me."

"Yeah?" He hums with satisfaction, masturbating his irritated and veiny member, wet with his own pre-cum.

"I wanted so much." I agree, my head clouded with pleasure. Suddenly he stops me and takes the vibrator out of me. My orgasm, the one that was building in the pit of my stomach, slowly fades away. I groan at the lack of contact and feel like crying, but Jungkook is faster than any reaction I can make and lies down, placing me on top of him. He holds my heavy breasts with the palms of his hands, bites his lower lip and holds my waist so firmly that I feel him in my muscles.

“Ride my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me.” He whispers in my ear, nibbling at my earlobe. An immediate shiver takes over me completely, and my hips move instinctively against his lap. I rub my clit against his member, and the climax that had faded away begins to return stronger, once again.

Not thinking about the consequences or anything other than pleasure, I lift one of my knees and hold his penis up. The rosy mushroom head right beneath me. I scrape my entrance with my wetness, and in an act of madness, which I couldn’t explain, I lower my body down slowly, locking my eyes with his intensely, watching his reactions of desire close to mine.

My tight pussy accommodates itself, and the flesh separates, with his cock being guided inside me. I tense my body because it feels like breathing is difficult. I experience a sharp pain that leaves me strained, but Jungkook’s hands encourage me to continue and hold my back tightly, rolling my hips until he is fully inside me. My pelvis finally presses against his pubis, and I need a few seconds to truly understand what I’ve done.

He is so big and thick, penetrating internal parts I didn’t even know existed, completely filled. I’m careful not to move, afraid the pain will worsen if I do. My body trembles, and I need to support my hands on his stomach to stay seated. There’s no turning back this time. Jungkook is rooted in my life, and now there’s no way I will forget him, even if one day he doesn’t want to continue what we have. I take a deep breath, avoiding the tears in my eyes. I don’t want this to end. I feel so good with him, like a different person, freer and happier. He notices my head is in another world and places his hand on my neck, pulling me down gently.

“I know you’re thinking about a lot right now, but I want you to focus on the present.” He says in a whisper. His eyes comfort me, and the storm inside me calms a little. “Do you want to stop? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to go all the way.”

“N-no, I want to continue.” I reply weakly. The pain in my vagina doesn’t go away though, even after a few seconds with him inside me. “I don’t know what to do. It hurts.”

“Don’t go up and down; that would cause you more pain.” He explains, tucking my hair behind my ear. He looks around and stretches his hand to grab the vibrator among the messy sheets of the bed. “This will help you. Stay still.”

And I do, not moving an inch. I wait for Jungkook, watching how he fits the pink device on my button, pressing my body down. I let out a sigh, feeling the tremors make contact with my swollen and sensitive clitoris. I lean my body forward, and even with Jungkook’s cock stretching me to the limit, a light pleasure starts to grow at the base of my belly, going straight to my pussy. I start to breathe calmly, rocking a little until I find a better angle. Jungkook moans, probably feeling the vibrations too, and throws his head back, all sweaty with a red neck and torso.

I focus on my own body, remembering what I like. I push the strands of hair covering my chest away, and pull my nipple between my fingers. I bite my lips, rolling my hips forward and backward with more control, feeling his heavy hands on my waist. A smile suddenly escapes my mouth. Jungkook is in another dimension beneath me, grunting and closing his eyes tightly, as if he’s holding back. I feel a bit sorry for him because I know he won’t move until I finally confirm he can. I’m happy with his care for me though, and as a thank you, I lay my breasts on his chest and kiss his mouth, biting his lower lip.

His tongue massages mine, and a shiver runs down my spine when I feel his hand on my ass, squeezing the flesh as if it were his. I test the internal walls of my pussy, hesitantly moving up and down. His cockhead meets my most sensitive spot, deep inside on my cervix, and a tremor spreads throughout my body. I force my legs and go up again, leaving only the tip inside me, to meet his body once more. A moan escapes me, finally feeling pleasure from the penetration. I stop kissing him, ecstatic with the new sensation coursing through all my muscles, and push myself off his chest, moving with more intensity.

He goes in and out, very slowly. The feeling of fullness making me hotter, as if my pussy had expanded to accommodate him somehow; the thrusts that were once painful are now thrilling, driving me wild. His mouth moves toward my breast, and he gives a little smirk between grunts, sucking on my swollen nipple. I roll my eyes back, dazed, electric, boiling, all at once, filled with energy points being explored simultaneously.

It takes me a while to manage to increase the tempo, using my legs supported on the bed for bigger strikes, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and thrusts his hips up, going deeper. The sloppy sound of our sex meeting, along with our moans, fills the room completely.

“Look at that, Y/N. How fucking hot you are.” He holds my chin and forces my head down toward where our bodies meet. I’m ecstatic, watching how he enters and exits me easily. A white ring of my lubrication surrounds his entire slick cock. I moan, closing my eyes, unable to digest the image before me. “Get up; I want you on all fours.”

He pulls me up and get out of me, leaving me with a strange feeling of emptiness. I whimper in silence, letting him guide me on the bed. Jungkook kneels on the mattress and push my face into his pillow. Before he does anything else, I raise my butt, impatiently for him to hurry. He taps the tip of his member against my entrance, testing, and pushes slowly, putting only the halfway. I grip the sheet tightly as he plunges into my tight and clenching hole. In this position, I perceive him wider, experiencing a pang of pain that passes quickly as he fully fits inside me. I grab the vibrator when I feel the first thrust, which takes me by surprise. This time he uses force, holding my hip with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. Jungkook uses his knees to spread my legs more, and pounds me to the hilt, mercilessly.

“Jungkook!” A scream escapes my throat, unable to withstand how he fucks me, hard and forcefully. The pleasure I felt from his fingers doesn’t compare to what I feel with his cock. He is all big and thick, and even experiencing a hint of pain, I would endure it for hours if it meant having what I have now, once again. I push my body backward, wanting more, rolling my eyes and praying internally that God forgives me, because if there is any paradise in this world, I find myself exactly in it right now.

“Beg me to fuck your pussy.” He grunts in my ear. A moan escapes my throat, unable to hold back the way he pounds me, slow and hard. I whimper, whispering words even I can't understand.

“F-fuck my pussy.” I choke, circling my clit with the toy. The hot, strong sensation increasing more and more. I can hardly support my body on the bed, weak from pleasure. “Fuck me hard... Make me cum baby!”

“Do you want to cum on my cock?” He asks, chuckling. He slaps my butt, hitting my ass hard, thrusting into my entrance in a way I know I’ll be sore tomorrow.

“I-I want to!” I plead sobbing, almost screaming. I forget everything, at my limit. My canal pulses strongly, unexpectedly, and my head tilts down as I feel the overwhelming climax sucking me into a parallel world. Jungkook doesn’t stop, however, not for a second. The head of his cock hits my most sensitive spot again, again and again, making me see stars; tears in my eyes and saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth. The vibrator still pressed against my clitoris pushes me over the edge, and all things suddenly disapears.

He moans loudly and pulls out of me before cumming on my back and butt, marking my skin. My body falls instinctively onto the mattress, and I can no longer see anything but black. I’m so weak from the intense orgasm that I can only understand what Jungkook is saying to me a few seconds later.

“Hey Y/N. Are you okay?” I hear his worried voice as he holds my face, checking my condition. I moan, unable to form coherent words.

“N-no. I mean… I think so.” I confirm, organizing my thoughts.

“Your pressure must have dropped from the heat.” He explains, wiping the beads of sweat from my face. I nod my head, sighing. “Try to sleep a little. I’m going to change the sheets.”

“I need a shower.” I grunt. I don’t want to get up, but I have to. I’m all dirty from his sperm and my own lubrication, which drips down my legs.

“Alright. I’ll get a towel; wait a bit.” Jungkook leaves before I can respond. I lay my sore body on the bed, and if I weren’t filled with so many thoughts in my head, I would have fainted from exhaustion.

I’m no longer a virgin. Knowing this is painful. Not because I made this decision, because I probably wanted this much more than Jungkook, but it’s hard because I’m abandoning the person I was, or the one I was trying to be, and that hurts so much. My mother’s expectations of having a wedding with purity are no longer reality. I look at my body, dirty, but I feel good about myself. I chose this. No one pressured me. No one made me feel bad to manipulate my emotions. I had sex with Jungkook, and I don’t regret it. I smile, still lying on the bed. I feel hands on my body, and I’m lifted effortlessly, with strong arms wrapping around me. I keep my eyes closed, resting my head on his neck.

Jungkook sets me down silently, and I have to lean my body against the cold bathroom wall to stay standing. I open my eyes when he turns on the shower, and the jets of water fall on my head. His arms wrap around my waist, and only then do I realize he’s hugging me tightly, wrapping his whole body around mine. I rest my head on his chest, emotional. We had done many intimate things before, like last night, but today feels distinct. I completely surrendered to him, and that changed something inside me. The whole world outside remains the same, but I feel completely different in my head. I lift my chin without saying anything, connecting my eyes with his. Those big, dark eyes that I love, shining like no other I’ve ever known. I mentally ask him not to hurt me because I like him. I like him a lot, after a lifetime of not feeling this way with anyone.

“Are you okay?” He asks me without breaking eye contact. I nod my head, with a mini smile.

“Yes.” I agree, happy to be telling the truth.

I wake up with rays of light streaming through the bedroom window. The curtain blocks some of the sun, but a beam touches my eyes and I can no longer ignore my lack of sleep. I slept very well last night. Jungkook cradled my sleep all night long, hugging my waist and putting one leg between mine, literally glued to my body. He doesn’t seem to have moved and remains in the same position, his face buried in my neck. I pet his soft hair, which tickles my cheek, and stretch my muscles, trying not to wake him. My concern seems in vain, however, because I hear a little laugh, indicating that he has been awake for a while, whether because of me or for another reason. I smile, running my fingers along his arms, enjoying the laziness I feel every morning.

"Good morning." He groans hoarsely in my ear. I feel a slight shiver from his breath, and turn my face to see him better.

"Good morning." I repeat, taking the initiative and kissing his lips. I regret it immediately, because of my morning breath, but he doesn’t care and deepens the gesture, holding my hair and tasting my lips. "Shall we get up?"

"Yes. This time you’re not skiping breakfast." He laughs and gets up all at once. Unlike him, I get out of bed slowly, afraid that sleep will muddle my head and I’ll end up tripping and falling on the floor.

Last night Jungkook lent me a tracksuit after the shower, and even though the pants and shirt are infinitely bigger than me, I feel comfortable in what I’m wearing. I follow him to the bathroom, and I’m internally happy to notice that the toothbrush I used the last time I was here, is still on the sink counter, next to his. I brush my teeth alongside him, cleaning my face and fixing my hair the best I can. Before I met Jungkook, I never worried about my appearance. I was satisfied with my face, body, and hair. I never worked out or wore much makeup, but now that I’m here with him, I feel a little insecure. Jungkook seems perfect, effortlessly. His dark, rebellious hair sways from side to side, and his eyes are still puffy from sleep. I smile, seeing that his face has nothing to do with his entirely tattooed body. He looks all cute, applying healing ointment to the new tattoo stamped on his skin, with a concentrated pout. I look away when he catches me watching him, but he notices anyway and smiles silently.

"What do you want to eat for breakfast?" He asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Don’t worry about me. Anything is fine."

"Are you sure? You’re not embarrassed to ask, right?" He takes my hand and guides me to the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. He circles the counter and taps his fingers on the marble, as if deciding something. He rummages through the fridge and chooses kimchi, rice, tomato and onion.

"It’s not embarrassment. I’m used to not eating in the morning since I always grab something at night." I shrug, sighing. It’s the truth, but I think because of all the effort I made last night, my stomach growls with hunger, unlike my usual days.

"I couldn’t do that." He says, focused on preparing the food. "I run occasionally and go to the gym, so if I don’t eat, I feel weak and can’t work out."

"Of course you work out." I reply sarcastically. He laughs, rolling his eyes. "Don’t tell me you also do yoga and play tennis on the weekends."

"Tennis, no, of course." He smiles playfully. "Much less yoga, please."

"I can totally picture you doing that without any problems. You seem perfect at everything." I confess, sincerely. "You cook, tattoo, work out, run, and are very organized. I, at most, can cook."

"And I box too." He boasts, raising an eyebrow. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m too shocked by the new information. Imagining him with gloves in a ring, shirtless and sweaty, makes me feel hot.

"I could never picture that." I say, in a whisper.

"In Seoul, I have a professional trainer. It’s a hobby of mine, so I only train occasionally, but I really enjoy it." Jungkook smiles, placing the kimchi on my plate. As last time, everything looks delicious. However, the smell of the tea is what makes my stomach rumble. I wait patiently while he fills my cup and pokes my food, putting it in my mouth.

"It’s delicious." I moan with hunger, taking another sip of tea and eating the kimchi, which strangely pairs well with the drink.

"You’re the type who moans when eating delicious things?" He jokes, and only then do I realize that the sounds I make while eating are quite similar to the ones I produce in bed, from pleasure. My face burns with embarrassment, but Jungkook just laughs, swallowing his breakfast.

"You only think about sex." I state, embarrassed. "I’ve never met someone like that."

"Sex is good. I love it. If I could, I’d do it every day, seven days a week." He says, leaving no room for me to disagree. And how could I? Yesterday was my first time, and even with the pain, I had an indescribable pleasure that I will never forget. I can hardly imagine how it will be when everything is just good.

"Yes..." I nod, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, Jungkook’s face turns serious. He stops eating and looks me in the eyes, with an expression full of concern. I get kind of scared, waiting for him in silence.

"We didn’t use a condom yesterday." He says, tapping his fingers on the counter. I widen my eyes, finally remembering that big detail. I was so ecstatic about the sex that I didn’t even think about protection. "Do you use any contraceptive method?"

"No, I don’t." I whisper, startled. I don’t want to get pregnant, and even less to catch something. I’ve never done something so foolish in my life. Jungkook really drives me crazy, making me think of nothing but him.

"Calm down. We can buy a morning-after pill for you." He smiles, stroking my hand with his thumb. His calm and relaxed face brings me some comfort. "I had tests done three months ago, before coming to Busan. Everything was negative. I can show you my results. I always used protection with my ex-boyfriend; yesterday was... an exception."

"I’m sorry, Jungkook. I shouldn’t have just taken that initiative without consulting you. I don’t know what got into my head." My voice becomes weak. He always asked for permission to touch me, always making me comfortable. I was impulsive and reckless, not only with myself but with him.

"It was my fault, Y/N." He replies, shaking his head. "I’m more experienced than you, and I should have prevented us. Now what we can do is avoid this from happening again next time. I don’t want you to feel obligated to take medication, so we can use the good old condom for now."

"Are we going to have a next time?" I question, not hiding a smile. He nods, agreeing.

"If you want, we’ll have many more." He laughs. I want to. I want it so much. I lean closer to his face, and looking at his rosy and delicious lips, I kiss him deeply, grateful that he cares about me. His tongue entwines with mine, and his teeth nip at my lower lip, in a bite that doesn’t hurt but makes me horn. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, pulling away from him.

"You know I want to." I say when his mouth separates from mine.

"Okay then. I’ll go out and head to the pharmacy to get your medicine. In the meantime, you can make some popcorn for us. What do you think about us watching a movie?" He asks, tucking my hair behind my ear. I nod, excited.

"Yes. I’ll grab my phone and call the library. I’ll tell them I won’t be able to work today." I feel bad about the idea of lying to my boss, but in these three years of work, I’ve only called in sick twice. I think it’s okay for today to be an exception.

"Perfect." Jungkook gives me a peck, and then he goes to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. When he comes back, he is more put together, with keys in hand and fixing his hair with the other. He waves at me and opens the door to leave the apartment.

I eat the rest of the food and wash the dishes Jungkook and I used. I open one of the kitchen cabinets and grab the microwave popcorn he had mentioned. While the kernels pop on their own, I head to the living room and turn on the TV. I log into Netflix, browsing through the movies he has already watched. He loves horror, but surprisingly, he also enjoys romance. I open a sweet movie for when he arrives and sit on the couch scrolling through my phone.

A few minutes pass when I hear someone knocking on the door. I frown in confusion, but I go to it, opening the door. I should have checked the peephole, because I would have ignored it and pretended no one was home, if I had known who it was. Misuk, Jungkook’s mother, looks me up and down and opens her mouth, surprised. The way she observes me is nothing like any other day, with affection and tenderness; a mix of concern and disappointment is etched on her features.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" She questions, entering the apartment. She looks around, perhaps searching for her son, but when she doesn’t find him, she turns back to me.

"Mrs. Jeon..." I stammer, not knowing what to say. I try to cover my neck full of hickeys, but I end up drawing attention to the spot unintentionally. My whole body trembles, from my feet to my head.

"Y/N, explain to me what’s going on. Why are you wearing Jungkook’s clothes?"

"I-I needed to sleep here." I lie, but I don’t do it very well. She closes her eyes and places her hand on her head, worried.

"Tell me the truth. Explain to me why you’re here." She sighs, not taking her eyes off me, as if I were a child who had done something very wrong. I swallow hard, feeling my throat close. I’ve never seen her like this, so unsettled as she is now.

"I slept here, Mrs. Jeon. Jungkook and I are... We’re in a kind of relationship..." My voice weakens suddenly. I shake my head, unsure of what to say.

Before I can say anything else, the main door of the apartment opens again, and Jungkook enters. He has a smile on his face, which fades when he realizes who is with me.

"Jungkook, what did you do with this girl?" She questions him. "Are you two dating by any chance?"

"No, mom..." He denies. "It’s not really that. We were together last night, but that’s all."

The carefree way he denies it, devastates me. I open my mouth, trying to say that yes, we are in a serious relationship, but the truth is we aren’t. I had forgotten that. I was so happy with everything that had happened between us, with the way he treats me, that I didn’t realize my single status remains the same. Nothing has changed.

"Y/N, your mother... You’re from the church, you can’t be with someone like this!" She argues, stumbling over her words, shaking her head. "Did he touch you?"

"Mom, please..." Jungkook steps in front of me, pushing his hair out of his face with intensity.

"Jungkook, you’re not taking this seriously. This girl, she’s not for you! She’s innocent! Do you realize that you might be misleading this girl?"

"I’m not misleading anyone if that’s what you want to say."

"You told me that Namjoon still calls you every day." She denies, biting her lips sadly. Then she looks at me, turning back to me. "Y/N, I want you to know that if you think of something serious with Jungkook, forget it. He is involved with his ex until the last hair on his head, and I don’t want you to be in the middle of the two. I love you, so I don’t want to see you hurt and misled, dear. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I’m not misleading her." He grunts, repeating. "I never promised anything, and we’re fine this way."

"You never promised anything? You don’t promise anything to avoid the responsibilities of a relationship. I would be so happy to see you with her in a stable commitment, but you don’t want that. The problem is, does she think the same as you?" She asks, staring at me. My heart tightens when the two of them look at me, breathing heavily from the heated discussion. Of course I want a relationship, a serious one with a future. It’s what I’ve always envisioned since I was a child. Even knowing that Jungkook didn’t want it, somewhere inside me, there has always been hope. I still want to be with him, much more now that we had sex, now that I realized I like him a lot, like never before.

"Mrs. Jeon, I don’t want you to argue over me. Jungkook treats me well, and we agreed on this more... liberal kind of thing." My justification sounds like a joke when I say it. She laughs without really finding it funny, and I see in her eyes that she feels sorry for me.

"Dear, never accept crumbs from a man just because you like him. He may be my son, but I know very well that you want something different from what he’s providing you. I’ve been with a man like that and regretted trusting, because they don’t care about your emotions and run away at the first moment there’s responsibility." She explains, as if I were too innocent to understand. And maybe I am, because I hadn’t considered all of this and I know she’s right. "I know, because you’ve already told me, that you want to be with someone forever. Stick to your dreams, without changing your aspirations for anyone." Misuk finishes, sighing. "I’ll wait for you in the hallway. I’ll take you home." My whole body trembles, with no support when I see my neighbor leaving through the door without saying another word to us. A silence settles in the living room, leaving me even more contemplative.

"Jungkook, what she said is true?"

"Which part?" He asks ironically, rubbing his face.

"You really don’t want anything serious right now? You have no expectations for the future?"

"I already made clear that no, I don't." He denies, looking at me. "Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you, but that’s the reality of our situation. I just broke up with Namjoon not long ago. I can’t see myself with someone else right now. It’s still too early."

"That’s the reality, but you put yourself in it." I choke, whispering. "You told me you felt good with me, that you liked me. I don’t understand. How, even liking me, can you talk to your ex at the same time? You hinted that whatever you two had was all over. That changes everything."

"That doesn’t change anything because this situation has nothing to do with you." Jungkook grunts again. "I thought you could understand me. I thought you woudn't judge me, as you promised me days ago."

"Except that days ago you told me someone was trying to get close to you, and that you didn’t want that. You made it seem like whatever you two had was all over." I respond; a knot forming in my throat.

"Y/N, where do you want to go with all of this?" He questions, rubbing his face, desperate.

"When you told me you felt lonely, were you referring to your ex? All this time... all this time, was I just a kind of escape?"

"Y/N, are you listening to yourself? You're acting like you know me better than I know myself. Stop trying to guess what I want and just respect my limits."

"Jungkook, just answer my question." I snap, starting to get irritated. He looks away and swallows hard, pressing his lips together.

"Of course it wasn’t. You were never an escape. It’s just that I spent years with someone, and I didn’t want to feel alone. I... I lost everything, and when I was with you, I felt like I was regaining some control." He shakes his head, sighing. His eyes darken, as if he remembers something from the past that is very hard to recall. "Namjoon cheated on me, and that’s why we broke up. I wanted to be with someone, knowing that this someone could never do the same to me."

"So that’s the truth." I laugh without humor. My eyes burn, and only then do I realize I’m about to cry; I have to pull in some air and control my breathing, so I don’t break down right here. My chest hurts, like never before. It feels as if breathing is hard, heavy, agonizing. "I was just a piece of this game that you and your ex have. He calls you, and then you pick up. You feel superior and secure because now you’re with someone else, but still hope, deep down, that he does everything to be forgiven. You want to forgive him, and you're a fool to even consider that."

"And you, Y/N? You’re perfect, right?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, but doesn’t wait for a reply. "You’re just like your mother, always judging other people. You think that just because I don’t want to be with you, I’m manipulative, a man who is using you without even thinking about your feelings. I made it clear from the start that I liked you, but I never spoke of a serious relationship because I thought you already knew I wasn’t ready."

"You’re not ready?" I laugh sarcastically. The words spill from my throat, unable to prevent it. Him saying I’m just like my mother, hurts me more than I could imagine. "Not wanting commitment when you took my virginity last night shows me that you don’t take me seriously. That you only see me as a one-night stand, a sex that you’ll forget in a few days. Jungkook, I’ve never been with anyone; do you not understand what that means? What happened last night was important to me, but you act as if you don’t care and that everything is okay anyway. Your mom was right. I should have never gotten into this situation."

"I thought that yesterday, when you told me to go with the flow of what we had, we were on the same page." He whispers after my outburst. I pull my hair, feeling an intense desire to rip it out, sad. I can’t believe I gave him something that only belonged to my future love. I shake my head in disbelief.

"You don’t get it, do you? I like you, Jungkook." I confess, breathless. My chest opens, and almost at the same moment, I can breathe a little better. Confessing what I feel, even in this situation, is liberating. "But I don’t expect you to feel the same. Don’t worry, I know you don’t want anything serious and that you’ll go back to Seoul in a while. The mistake was mine for letting you believe it’s okay to be with me without worrying about tomorrow. I’m the type of person who needs comfort, to have a perspective for the future, and I think that’s our biggest difference."

"Why do things between us have to be so difficult?" He asks, banging his hand against his own head. "Damn it, Y/N, we were doing so well!"

"I have to go home." I whisper without answering him, curled up in a bubble around myself. He just nods, and I wait a few seconds, hoping for more. Hoping he’ll ask me to stay, hoping he’ll ask me to be his girlfriend, that he’ll say yes, he’s ready for the next step, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t leave his spot. He turns his back and goes to the bedroom without looking at me one last time.

A pain spreads through my body as if my feelings could hurt me from the inside out. I’m so dazed that I don’t even remember to grab my clothes from his room. I just take my keys, my phone, and look at the apartment one last time before deciding, with great regret, that I made a mistake. The biggest mistake of my life. I was so worried about my mom, thinking about what she would want for me, that I forgot to evaluate what Jungkook’s intentions were. That maybe he liked me, but not as much as I do. Not enough.

Enough. What a stupid word.

My eyes fill with tears again, and this time I let them flow down my face. Was I too intense? Too quick? Did he give me signs? Did he make it clear, even in the subtext, that he didn’t want something serious with me? I open the door in a burst, trembling. My whole body tense, as if I couldn’t even walk. Mrs. Jeon is leaning against the wall, looking down. Her dark eyes, so similar to his, make me feel even more devastated.

"It’s okay, dear." She smiles, approaching me. She tucks some of my hair behind my ear and caresses my face with her thumb. I nod in agreement. "I think we need to talk."

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Hey if you take requests/ideas I wanna drop one off...a prequel of like y/n entering the cookie world and panicking that they are in said world aaaand how cookies take them I'm and how they got y/n to move em into castle instead of just letting them live in a house and so on...you get the idea lol!

(BTW I saw the tag of yandere and I'm curious when we will see the yandere parts...excited lmao!

Umm so this is really long and i don't think I have it in me to create a whole fic based off this so I put it in headcannon format.

Prequel

The Legend of the baker was a very well known story across Earthbread which entailed the story of a being more powerful than the Witches. A being that watched over Earthbread and kept it safe of harm and darkness.

The story was told to cookies, both young and old, and was meant to give hope to terrible situations. After all, the Baker will always protect Earthbred and its inhabitants.

Some believed the story, others didn’t. But it was still one of the most popular stories on EarthBread.

You don’t remember how you became stuck in this world. You just remember waking up in the middle of the forest that just so happened to be right outside of the Cookie Kingdom. You faintly remember stumbling across the large Kingdom, watching in shock and confusion as cookies, only a little shorter than you, roamed the kingdom.

You had soon been spotted by one of the cookies who fearfully ran and alerted other cookies of your existence. You remembered being surrounded, some cookies looking at you in curiosity, others in fear. It wasn’t until one of them yelled out you looked familiar to someone named ‘The Baker.’

And then, all of the cookies switched from skeptical to happy as they approached you and bombarded you with questions. They didn’t look scared anymore, instead becoming excited.

GingerBrave and his friends pulled you out of the crowd and to some place private, away from the crowd. 

They asked if you were the Baker. You told them you had no clue who that was.

Yet, they still called the baker, Wizard cookie claiming the resemblance was too close for you to not be the Baker.

You didn’t understand why they didn’t believe you.

They told you about Earthbred and did their best to calm you down. They looked visibly ecstatic from just being with you. You asked them if there was a way to leave this world. If there was a way for you to go home.

Home…Where was home again? You had paused when you realized you couldn't remember where home even was. In fact, you couldn't remember too much of your life before arriving here. Only general information about your family and friends. And even that was faint.

In your confused state, they had somehow convinced you to agree to stay in the kingdom for a while.

They gave you a tour of the kingdom and overall welcomed you into their world. You couldn’t help but feel better from their kindness. You didn’t realize it was getting dark until you could see the sun begin to slowly hide behind the trees. You had thanked Gingerbrave and his friends for the tour and offered to sleep in one of the free cookie houses for the night. To your surprise, however, they refused to let you sleep there.

“Oh no no no. You deserve much better, Baker!” Wizard cookie had proclaimed.

“Yeah! How about you stay in the Cookie Castle?” Gingerbrave said, already beginning to lead you to said castle.

Despite the amount of times you said it was fine, they insisted, and you couldn’t help but give in as they led you through the doors.

A few days after your arrival were spent in the Cookie Castle, being visited by GingerBrave and his friends and learning more and more about Earthbred from them.

And then one day, GingerBrave told you something that had changed your life.

“You know, all of the other cookies in the kingdom said they want you to rule over the Kingdom.”

You had spat out your drink in shock.

Rule the kingdom?! You couldn’t possibly do that! You just got here!

Everyone else, however, seemed to agree with the inhabitants of the kingdom.

“I-I think you’d do a really good job..” Strawberry cookie mumbled, making everyone nod their heads in agreement.

A crowning ceremony was arranged, and you were too overwhelmed to say no. How could you when everyone was pushing and begging you to take the throne.

And so, somewhat nonconsensually, you were officially declared ruler of the cookie kingdom.

All of the cookies cheered when the crown was placed on your head while you silently struggled under the weight.

After your crowning ceremony, a cookie named Pure Vanilla cookie heard news of your arrival and decided to pay a visit. When he saw how inexperienced you were when it came to ruling, he stepped up to teach you. He stayed with you, becoming an advisor and handling the more complicated duties that weighed on you while he taught you how to handle the easier ones.

He taught you polite manners and was generally very polite himself. He liked to take your hand while walking with you, and when you needed a break, he took you to the garden to admire the flowers and talk.

You slowly began to feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders from his help.

Yet, you still felt so out of place in this world. You thought’ you didn’t fit in. You thought you didn’t belong here. You couldn’t relate to anyone here.

This felt wrong. This felt so wrong. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable being in this castle. Sitting in this chair. You just stared down at your food, not bothering to pick up the utensils. You were lost in thought, but the voice of Pure Vanilla cookie forcibly took you out.

“Is the food not to your liking, Baker?”

You only shook your head, not making eye contact with him as you slowly picked up the fork and knife. You cut the jelly meat on your pate into smaller pieces so it was easier to eat.

“I’m fine.”

You softly responded, dabbing at your mouth with a napkin.

“Just thinking.”

Those thoughts lasted for a while, but slowly began disappearing into the back of your mind as you met the other Ancient cookies (minus White Lily cookie. Pure Vanilla never told you where she was). You were extremely nervous at first when Pure Vanilla brought it up.

“Do not worry. My friends are as curious as I about you.” He gently reassured you, taking your hand in his and squeezing.

You went to their kingdoms and met them personally. They were your first trips you took out of the kingdom. GingerBrave and his friends went with you while Pure Vanilla cookie handled kingdom affairs in your absence.

You found the Ancients to be quite interesting and unique in their own ways.

Your personal favorite was HollyBerry, though you’d never say it outloud to anyone. She was so welcoming and friendly and you couldn’t help but admire her strength and passion about helping and protecting her people. She could be a bit touchy and clingy at times, but you normally looked past it. She also gave the best hugs.

Golden Cheese Cookie was next. She gave you a tour of her kingdom, showing off her wealth and treasure to you, leaving you gawking at the amount. She seemed to be amused by your shock, taking that opportunity to blow your mind with the sheer amount of gold she owned. There were a few hints of possessiveness and jealousy that subtly slipped through her shiny and radiant exterior, but overall she was nice.

Finally, you met Dark Cacao cookie. You had to admit, you were a bit intimidated by him. You spent your time walking with him through his castle, idly chatting. He had a cold and serious exterior that put you on guard, but there were moments you could relax during your conversation with him. He’s gone through a lot, you’ve learned, having his trust broken more than once. You thought he didn’t entirely trust you, which you couldn’t blame him for. As quiet and serious as he was, you could appreciate how quiet he was compared to HollyBerry and Golden Cheese, who were more talkative.

You began to feel better with the new company you now had from the Ancients. You liked exploring Earthbread, you realized. The kingdoms you visited were so different from each other. It made you want to learn more about them.

Maybe.. Maybe there was more out there, somewhere on Earthbread, for you to explore.

When you brought this idea up with Pure Vanilla, he immediately shot it down. He said it was too dangerous. He said you didn’t know enough about Earthbread yet to even think about it. You tried your luck with the other Ancients and was met with disapproval.

Hell, you even asked Gingerbrave and his friends if you could go with them for at least one adventure, and they said no too.

You were upset at this rejection. You’ve been in this world for a while. You know enough about it, you believed.

That’s when you began to get desperate for something. Desperate for an exciting adventure. Desperate to explore. Desperate to escape these castle walls.

Yanderes

So literally almost all the cookies, both in and outside the cookie kingdom, practically worship the Baker. They try to give them offerings, free stuff, and overall treat them like a divine being. As nice as the offerings were, you were quick to protest, telling them to treat you like a friend instead of a god, because that wasn’t what you were.

Most of the Yandere behavior is seen by the Ancients when they see their baker begin to seem lower and sadder than usual because of their confinement to their kingdom.

They do their best to cheer you up in their own ways, while also becoming more protective.

Pure Vanilla doesn't really seem to change at all, but if you look closely, he has. You were always dependent on him. He was there almost since day one of your arrival, and has done nothing but help you. You don’t realize how dependent you’ve become to him, how you don’t know what to do without his guidance. He knows this well and subtly uses it to his advantage in keeping you here.

HollyBerry becomes even touchier, constantly having her arm around yours or on your shoulder. It’s her way of telling people to back off. Can’t they see your feeling sad and need her comfort at the moment? 

Golden Cheese cookie wants nothing to come in between your hang outs and gets irritated when someone does. She likes to gift you little shiny and golden accessories like bracelets or necklaces. It’s her way of signaling to everyone you’re someone she cares about.

Dark Cacao was also on who kept change in behavior discreet. Or maybe he didn’t. The only thing he really showed was a willingness to get closer to you and trust you more. You assumed his protectiveness and somewhat sternness was a result of that.

You didn’t realize how protective they all were until you began to yearn for more adventure. And by that time, it was too late. They would never let you go.

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Finding out

I write about Eden a lot however Keaton was your first baby. This happened about a year and a half after you and Noah had gotten married, find out that you are pregnant with your first baby! And that was Keaton :)

Of course, you both were aware of the risk since you guys didn’t use a lot of protection during the first year of marriage and you’re OK with that. During this pregnancy, you both actually had noticed you’re missing period

It was about nine at night after I got home from the studio, when you had told him you were feeling a little weird and you had your suspicions so you both take a trip to the convenience store and buy two boxes of tests just because there were such things as false positives and you wanted to be sure of the results

This was a somewhat planned pregnancy. You knew the risks that would happen and you both came to an agreement that if you did fall pregnant you’d take it as it was and be happy about it

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“ so you can watch me pee on a stick?”

Well, he seen more than that already but you were sure he was just nervous.

He was. He paced, he sat on the couch for like 3 minutes, got up and listened to the bathroom door. Deadass looked up long long a pregnancy test took and went to knock on your door

“Baby? Are you okay? Do you need any help or-“ you opened the door and you swore you saw how panicked he was

“Noah, honey I’m fine…..I haven’t looked yet” you said as you hand him the rest that was wrapped back in the wrapper

“Oh okay….hey it’s okay, we’ll open it together” we both stood there in a space to move while he takes test out of the wrapper and flips it.

“ITS POSITIVE OH MY GOD-“

You were running around the house not finding a better way to get your energy out

“Baby? Baby, we’re gonna…we’re gonna HAVE a baby. Oh god….a baby!” Then Noah started running after you and finally caught you in a Hug

“Wow…..Noah…I’m….im pregnant!”

“You are princess” he just starts kissing the top of your head and nuzzling you. He then pulls back and comes down to your belly button and you can feel your cheeks blush

“Hey there, I’m your….dad! Or I’m gonna be your dad…..yeah…..I’m gonna be your dad”

He now has a habit of rest his head on your stomach. He feels closer to you and the baby, that wasn’t even the size of a strawberry at the moment.

I don’t really see him as someone made the appointment because he was so excited

“ when is your next earliest appointment?….mhm… at 2? That’s perfect. I can come in with her right? Okay thank you.”

While you waited for your appointment, a lot of symptoms at first, but the closer the day the more nauseous you were feeling. And of course on the date of appointment was when you first experienced morning sickness, and it was awful.

You were very close to canceling the appointment and going on a different day. However, if it wasn’t for Noah helping you out and soothing your nausea you would’ve just crawled back into bed.

1st trimester

Noah has big hands and he put those big hands to use. He holds your hair back with one hand and he rubs circles on your back with the other.

While you brush your teeth from the nasty bitter flavor, he wants to get you some water. the kids make sure you drink all the water

He was very excited for the first appointment, and since this was your first child, he took every pamphlet on any kind of information that you guys would need it. He’ll just read out all the facts to you while you’re waiting in the room for your doctor

He may have went a bit over his head with how much you’d be able to see at this point but still amazing that the tiny little blob on the screen would soon become your baby

“

“I’d say you’re just about tipping 2 weeks. Still a early on, so you should still enjoy this wonderful early symptoms unfortunately”

You had never seen him so focused as he looked at the screen and subconsciously played with your fingers.

You had never seen his eyes sparkle as much as they did when you had gotten a small sonogram of your first appointment. He was all smiles and was already clearing days so he’d be able to come to the appointments with you.

Time was your first baby.

Nothing I’d put out

Everything is kept LOWKEY, UNDER WRAPS, IN PRIVATE

The only people who knew were the boys and direct management so they knew about any kind of up coming appointments, or change of plans and dates. He was already protective of you but now you’re carrying a baby! Your baby!

He just feels the need to keep you safe and comfortable and secure

Definitely takes pictures each week that passes to document progress and of course create memories to look back on. Works on a top secret project in his studio for the baby as well. He makes a video documentary for the baby, starting from when he found out and every time you have a milestone

2nd trimester

3 months down, 6 to go!

Your morning sickness is finally easing up and you can actually get up in the morning and get your things done.

Or can you?

Aside from the morning sickness finally subsiding you’re not just very sleepy and you love to take morning naps preferably right after you wake up if you’re a stomach sleeper, Noah is definitely making sure that you’re starting to sleep on your sides or on your back. He’s already offered to buy you a pregnancy pillow so that you can avoid sleeping on your stomach, even though your bump is still not showing.

You’ll get bloated from something you eat and your baby girl over it and you kinda have to ruin the moment. It’s just food, but that’s what it would look like.

His wish does come true. Once you get into your five month mark you start showing and he is over the moon about it. If you scroll through his gallery, it’s a bunch of pictures of your bump from different angles his favorite one, that is now his wallpaper is a picture of you on the sofa with a bullet chips. Stuffing your face while his head is in your lap and he took a picture from that angle and he is in love with it.

The first trimester, it is a time where you both agree to tell anyone else that you are close with meaning any kind of family or very close friends from either one of your sides. You also start to rearrange things in the house. Luckily, you did have an extra room that was mostly being used for storage than Noah was starting to clean out to turn into a nursery.

And has pitched the ideas to his team to make clothes from the band

So that he can start with his baby and he could look hard-core

He definitely does his research and wonders if his type of music would be great for development for the baby to hear. Either way he does sing to your baby bump. Whether it’s songs in general that everyone knows or songs that he and the band wrote.

For sure, seeing because in a sense, he wants them to know that since the day they were conceived, he would be there for them and even beyond

You’ve also noticed faster when his face is right up against your bump, which sometimes is a little uncomfortable for you, but you don’t have the heart to move in because he looks so content and happy

No, you also went to your OB/GYN and heard the heartbeat and this man started crying in the examination room. of course it was all real from the start, but once he heard the heartbeat, it really just made things so real for him. And yes, he does document this in the video that he’s creating. He also asked the doctor if he could record the heartbeat and he has three different versions of them, he sends them to the guys so that they can hear the sound and also so that he can brag about his baby having a great heartbeat.

This heartbeat will appear in any songs that he makes in his fact in his mind he wanted to be beat for every song in the next album that he makes, but you didn’t argue with him on it saying that it might make the song sound repetitive. Which he argues.

“ there is nothing better than heartbeat. If people don’t like it they obviously have some questionable taste”

Is just completely infatuated with your baby from day one which is something that honestly warms your heart and you couldn’t wait to see him as a dad in action if he was being a great dad now

Really do love to watch how he builds and paints the nursery. He doesn’t let you do anything because he doesn’t want you breathing in the harsh chemicals of whatever he’s using and because he he just wants you to rest and let the baby grow. He said your job was to grow the baby and let him take care of you. Which honestly you cannot argue on. It sound of like a great deal.

You guys paint the nursery, a neutral color only because you wanted the sex of your baby to stay a surprise until the day that they’re born so every time you go to your appointment, he makes sure to say no gender please when he enters the room by now all of thenurses, assistance, doctors they all say the most proud father they have ever met, whose baby isn’t even born yet it’s very charming.

He has definitely put in paternity leave already for when after you give birth so he doesn’t even have to worry about going back in to work so soon because he wants to help you out at home once the baby arrives.

When you guys do laundry, definitely separate some clothes into your pile because he knows those are most comfortable for you now. He also loves seeing how big his clothes were on you and how your bump would poke out of his clothes.

Whenever you guys do go to bed, he has a ritual where he says good night to both of you, you eat get kisses good night and I don’t mean a single kiss I mean being smothered by his kisses. Also, he likes to shower with you before bed to help relax you. He massages and washes your back and he goes few too many times over your bump because he likes to feel it

Night and if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll tell you that he’s having a private conversation with your baby 

But you do pretend to be asleep so that you can hear these infamous conversations, and you were nearly caught because you had a hold in your sniffs because you just want to cry after hearing what he said

“ we are so excited for you to come. I think I’m more excited than Mommy is….. you’re going to love her. She’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s pretty. I hope you have her eyes, and her cute nose, and I hope you laugh like her too…”

3rd trimester

With this pregnancy you showed very little in the first half but now that you’re in the third trimester you really started showing it was like one day you had a little bloating and now it’s like a full-blown baby bump and it was like a huge change for you

he adjusts his cooking for your cravings and what your scene of smell can handle, but he makes sure everything is nutritious and makes sure you take your prenatal vitamins with your meals.

yes, he will get up at 5 am and make you a grill cheese with some chips on the side if that's what he princess wants

But this also means that the baby has started kicking! Every chance he gets Noah is touching your bump (when isn’t he??)

Definitely tried to provoke the kicks and innocent forgets that it kinda hurts you "wow babe did you see that one? That was a huge stretch"

"Yeah, felt it too"

He is also the only one who can get the baby to relax when you couldn't sleep or even sit still because of the kicking and moving and there are 2 version! When he's loving and more strict about it

"hey, hey, hey what's with the party? Having a dance party in there huh? How about let mama sleep for first, then you can party okay?"

Or

"hey, it's 3 am, your mom is overstimulated and needs sleep, which means you should sleep too,"

He lathers you in coco butter and lotion after your showers and massages your hips, back and feet

10/10 pregnancy because he made it barrable

Birth

I've said this somewhere and can't remember where, your pregnancy went according to the due date.

Labor started the day before your due date and delivery was on the day of the due date you were given. Baby, right on time!

Noah had your hospital bag packed and near the hall closet near the door, packed with EVERYTHING you'd need. Towels, clothes, shoes, socks, snacks, chargers, camera, extra underwear, his clothes also if you wanted them instead, hair and skin products, EVERYTHING

Now Noah has done his research and is knowing what to expect for labor. Yes, he watched birthing videos, however while you were pushing he peaked and you SWEAR this man became paler

"A-are you okay-"

"fine. Just focus on breathing okay?" despite his shock or nerves, the main focus was on YOU and the baby,

holds your hand, ties up your hair, gives you water, and anything you asked for

P A I N, because you thought it would be a good idea to experience "raw natural birth" but unfortunately once you broke it was a bit too late for any medication. You were honestly ready to punch Noah for saying

"Should have taken it when we got here," he was joking but he was honestly very anxious about the pain you were feeling burr he knew you needed him to be your support

"Come on baby you got this" "good job, take your time, you're doing great" "You're so strong Y/N...you're almost there"

Once the baby is born and crying NOAH IS CRYING

IT'S A BOY. You're crying and Noah is kissing your head and just spilling his guts out "Baby you did amazing!" "I'm so proud of you Y/N" "He's so perfect Y/N,"

Now you had discussed that if it was boy you would honor his best friend Keaton by giving him his name. You thought it was just so sweet and meaningful and you knew it would be so important to Noah you saw nothing better than that

Keaton was born in late October, so he is born as the next Sassy Sebastion Scorpio as discussed with @darling-millicent-aubrey

Noah constantly says he isn't crying but he is, while you're resting he's just admiring Keaton and speaking to him softly

"hey buddy...oh look at you, kinda feel bad you looks like me more than your mom, but you're so perfect....I love you Keaton.....so much"

And you? Ugh....when he'd look at you, all he'd see was an absolute champion, a goddess...his wife and best friend who had just went through something so big like pregnancy and labor to bring your son into the world

"Y/N....thank you," he caresses your hand with his thumb while he held Keaton in his other arm "Thank you so much baby.....I love you."

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[genderqueerdykes]

im seeing you post about transmasc lesbians and thinking now about that post i saw that was like "its kinda weird that top surgery scars are the trans lesbian stereotype and not any stereotypical transfem features" and like. yeah i do think there should be more mainstream transfem lesbians but also why do we gotta take the piss out of transmascs about it

agreed, they're two separate conversations that can be had at the same time

as someone who is a transfeminine dyke and has had a lot of transfem lesbian friends and partners, a lot of lesbian stereotypes that come to my mind are that of what you mentioned with transmascs, plus things such as femmes with flat chests wearing low cut shirts, breasforms, transfem butches binding after growing boobs from HRT, femmes with defined jawlines and deep voices, excitement from growing boobs, femmes with looooooong hair covering almost all the face, never transition transfem dykes, transfeminine butches who have proudly been telling people they were dykes as long as they can remember, dykes especially femmes with visible crotch bulge, there's a lot of transfeminine 'stereotypes' and things to lesbianism but there's no reason like you said to take the piss out of transmasculinity to point out lots of people just do not have experience with transfeminine lesbianism

a lot of people don't and it's fine and they shouldn't act like they do. i lived in a punk house for a few months and met a lot of transfem lesbians there got close to many. once you get exposed to transfem lesbians you become aware of "stereotypes" that are present in the community. it's 2 separate conversations when we we talk about stereotypes from more transfeminine and more transmasculine spaces in the community. they are lesbian experiences, but it is 2 separate conversations that can be held at the same exact time

part of the reason top surgery scars are so well represented in lesbianism is because afab bodies are treated like the norm, but also because a lot of lesbians struggle with gender and especially when that comes to the societal expectations placed on people with breasts. a lot of lesbians want to discuss their experiences with this and it's important. lesbians have rich and deep history of being gender variant people and it's important to let people celebrate top surgery scars. that's a separate conversation, however, it is closely linked to something else.

everyone on every side rejects transfemininity as belonging in lesbianism. everyone silently agrees afab bodies are the norm for lesbianism, so they shun any and all transfeminine experiences and prevent them from appearing in lesbian history. nobody wants to be the one to start romanticizing transfeminine features in the community for fear of backlash or getting silenced or mocked or talked over. we've made it nigh impossible to have the conversation about transfem lesbians, so people begin to fight with each other instead of recognizing that transfem and transmasc have very complex relationships with lesbianism and it's not right to try to silence one for the other

we have struggles that are common in a lot of ways. if we begin embracing what transfeminine lesbianism looks like, we can begin to have a more complete understanding of what the whole lesbian experience is. without putting transmascs down or trying to talk over transmasculine lesbians. we can talk about transfem and transmasc lesbians needing support at the same time. it's important that we do. we need to talk about how transmasc and transfem lesbians are here and that we need help in being accepted as part of the community

it's just wrong to throw any other queer person of the same group under the bus for the sake of trying to have a separate but very similar conversation. im with you. i hope we see less of this down the road. these are 2 very important conversations that we really need to have simultaneously. together at once.

[regscupid]

1/7 prompt: headache (1113 words) - @jegulus-microfic

Every year at the start of football season, Regulus’ university team holds its annual Boy Toy Charity Auction. A makeshift stage and runway are set up in whatever large, open space the event planners can secure and the players are sent out, one by one, to sell themselves to the highest bidder for the night. It’s a win for everyone really– the money goes to a good cause, the bidders get to go on dates with their pick of ‘the hottest guys on campus’, and the football players get nice, long, strokes to their egos. Regulus couldn’t have cared less about the whole thing.

And yet, here he stands in a room packed tight with people who have spent the whole night ready to throw their money at every attractive man to walk down the runway, too-loud music and voices speaking over each other sending Regulus hurtling towards a headache. Most players have already been bid on, and Regulus can feel himself getting restless.

He only came because Sirius insisted. Absolutely not because James, Sirius’ best friend and the guy he’d been mildly pining over since he was twelve, would be a part of the auction. Even less so because there had been a recent shift in their relationship, barely concealed hope growing a bit with every interaction between them. He wasn’t desperate to see who would bet on James, and how James reacted to it. Not at all.

“Do you think they’ll bid out the sound guy?” Sirius cranes his neck to get a good look at the tall man on the side of the stage, clearly trying to do as much of his job as possible without being seen. Regulus recognizes him immediately as Remus Lupin, the TA in one of his classes.

Regulus scowls, “I don’t know? I don’t care.”

Sirius bites his lip, still distracted by Remus when Regulus’ words seem to register. He turns back to Regulus, squinting. “Just because you’re getting impatient waiting for your choice bid doesn’t mean you get to have an attitude. No one likes a grouch.”

“I’m not bidding on him,” he mumbles.

Sirius nods with a look of mock contemplation, “So you’re fine with someone else bidding on him then?”

Regulus ignores the way his face heats up and his chest tightens at the thought, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll live.”

The music fades as the man at the podium begins to announce the next player.

“Alright, this is our last boy for the night, so get excited and turn out those pockets! Remember, this is for a good cause!” The music swells as the crowd cheers.

James Potter has always thrived on attention. Regulus figured it had to be some mix of being an only child and being as attractive he is. It had to have gone to his head.

So, it’s unsurprising when he bounds onto the stage, smile blinding as people in the crowd whoop and wolf whistle. Regulus watches dumbfounded as he struts to the end of the runway, before reaching down and pulling his jersey over his head, revealing the “BOY TOY” painted across his chest.

“Here we have team captain and heartthrob, James Potter! Do we have a first bid?” The announcer has to all but yell into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

“Eighty dollars!”

“Jesus,” Sirius laughs. Regulus is not laughing.

“Eighty dollars! Do I hear eighty-five?”

Panic grips Regulus as the bid gets higher and higher. Most bids that night hadn't even reached eighty dollars, yet alone started there. Before his senses can kick in, he’s calling out a bid of his own.

“One hundred and ten!” Just out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sirius turn toward him, mouth agape. His face burns, and he can’t look at James, but he has already committed to it.

“One hundred ten! Is there a one-fifteen?

“One hundred and fifty dollars!” a woman somewhere in the crowd calls. Regulus grits his teeth.

“One-eighty,”

“One-ninety!”

Regulus groans under his breath, too aware that he only had two hundred dollars in his wallet at the moment. He turns to Sirius, who's watching with wide eyes and an amused grin. “Do you have cash on you?”

“Yeah, fifty. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“What? No.”

“Please for the love of god, Sirius, I’ll pay you back and introduce you to the sound guy, I know him. Just do this one thing for me.”

“One-ninety going once!”

“Fine.”

“Two-fifty!”

When no one attempts to outbid him, Regulus lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in since the bidding started. He finally looks at James as he begins walking backward on the runway. His smile has turned into a smirk, and he winks at Regulus before turning around and jogging backstage. Regulus’ stomach curls into not entirely unpleasant knots.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to give you fifty bucks to get with my best friend.” Sirius mumbles, before a slightly delirious laugh bubbles out of him. “I knew you couldn’t handle someone else bidding on him.”

Regulus chooses not to respond, only shoving his arm instead.

Everyone begins clearing out, either disappointed that they didn’t win any dates, celebrating their winning bids, or simply buzzing from the dramatic end to it all.

“Better go see your ‘date’. Tell Prongs to have you home by midnight or I’ll hunt you both down.”

Regulus scowls, but there's no real bite to it, the nerves beginning to get to him. He says goodnight, then works his way to the table set up next to one of the doors for payment. Just as he’s finished telling the woman his name and handing over the money, he catches James standing a few feet behind him. His arms are crossed over his chest and Regulus has to try very hard not to look down at his biceps. Not that looking at his grin dead-on was much better.

“If you wanted to go on a date that bad you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to drop two hundred and fifty dollars on me.”

Regulus is hyper-aware of the woman sitting there watching them. So, with the payment all taken care of, he steps away from the table, expecting James to follow him out of the building. He does.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”

James rests his hand on his chest and faux-gasps, “How can I not when the Regulus Black wants that badly to go on a date with me?”

“...Do you think they do refunds?”

“No, you’re stuck with me.” James’ smile softens, and Regulus can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own lips.

[wileys-russo]

mary earps ; “this is a very different side of you.” ; carnival

mary earps

"hi baby." you answered your phone with a smile seeing your girlfriends name and contact photo flash on the screen, tucking it between your ear and your shoulder as you tapped away at your laptop.

"hiya! hows work?" the girl chirped happily. "its been a long week, very excited that its friday." you answered honestly making mary chuckle. "not too tired for date night?" mary asked to check in, well aware your job could be rather demandng.

"of course not, thats been whats getting me through." you smiled as your girlfriend did so too on the other end of the line. "so will you tell me what we're doing then?" you asked with a playful tone, the footballer purposefully withholding her plans all week.

"nope! but i'll pick you up at seven, dress comfy and warm." "but mary i-" "trainings back gotta go. i love you!"

and with that the call ended with a beep.

sure enough she was right on time, knocking on your door right on seven as you put in your other earring and rushed to the door. "well hello beautiful!" mary whistled as you did, a laugh leaving your mouth as she wrapped you in a tight hug lifting you up.

"aren't you a sight for sore eyes." the taller girl exhaled, putting you back down on your feet as the two of you exchanged a few sweet kisses. "sorry love, works been insane lately." you sighed in apology, admittedly having seen her a lot less than usual the last two weeks.

"no need to be sorry. you're here now, i'm here now, lets not waste time reflecting on the past when we weren't together mm?" mary smiled sweetly, her hands gently falling either side of your face and bringing your mouth to meet hers once again as you swooned.

"but why won't you just tell me!" you groaned slumping into your seat making mary laugh as she still refused to disclose where the two of you were headed. "do you know how hard it was to get ready for a destination i don't know?" you huffed sending her a pointed look.

"well you look gorgeous." the goalkeeper flashed you a charming smile as you couldn't help but allow the corners of your mouth to turn upward. "shut up charmer."

"you can stop being stroppy now we're here anyway." mary turned a corner as your eyes lit up realizing just where she'd taken you. "why didn't you just tell me!" you punched her arm as she whined and pulled into a parking space.

"because mystery is romantic!" mary grinned, hurrying to open your door for you, stealing a kiss as you slipped out of the car and took her hand. "no! i asked you out, its my turn." mary protested as you quickly paid both your entry fees into the manchester annual winter carnival.

"snooze you lose earps, thought goalkeepers were supposed to have quick reflexes?" you teased walking backwards as mary scoffed. "oh is that so?" the girl challenged as you nodded, grins on both your faces as she launched at you, chasing after you as the two of you giggled like children.

it didn't take long for her hand to grab yours and pull your body into a tight hug, the two of you kissing for a moment with a smile. "come on, reckon i can beat you at a game or two before we eat." mary challenged.

"oh you're on babe."

"yes! loser." you accepted your third prize in a row from the attendant, waving it in marys face who took it off you with a scowl, tucking it under her arm along with the others as you practically skipped off to the next game.

"loser buys dinner and drinks?" you challenged with a grin, mary rolling her eyes. "i already said i'm buying!" she chuckled with slight amusement, paying the game attendant as you grabbed a basketball.

"fine, if i win then i get to pay." you smiled smugly, twirling the basketball around on your finger with a wiggle of your eyebrows. "what happened to the girl who laughed at everything i said and blushed every time i smiled at her? bring her back." mary sighed dramatically as you rolled your eyes.

"she realised that the great euro winning goal saving golden glove wielding mary earps is simply...a human who is very very bad at carnival games." you smirked.

"you know this is a very different side of you, i'm not sure how i feel about it. might be a bit annoyed, might be a bit turned on." mary admitted making you laugh.

"well which is it then?" "mm lets see if you can sink this shot and then i'll decide."