#its just an endearing thing and i find myself looking for it now

[maximura]

[hyunebunx]

💝 with jisung 🤭

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💝- 'a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: manaa <33 i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

It wasn’t a rare occurrence to drop by and find your boyfriend creating, brainstorming for another song while strumming his guitar or tapping a pen on the table to the rhythm created in his head. Inspiration struck at the oddest of times, not giving him a break no matter how spent or exhausted he was. And you had to understand – when the creative juices were flowing and he was in the zone, nothing and absolutely nobody mattered until he finished the song.

You find yourself in his room, sitting across from each other on the floor as you’re listening to your boyfriend go on and on about this new idea of his, strumming random chords on his guitar as he struggled to find a note he was satisfied with.

His fluffy brown hair bounces everywhere as he talks, glasses dropping a little too low on the bridge of his nose as he hasn’t raised his head from the instrument since you came in, half an hour ago.

“I’ve had this melody stuck in my head since yesterday but I can’t seem to get it out.” He hums, in hopes you might recognize it or help him somehow. He’s out of luck because truth be told, you stopped listening ten minutes ago.

You loved his creativity and passion but sometimes, like right now, you just needed his love and affection and Jisung has been too busy to notice.

“How about a snack?” You ask, standing up to which your joints thank you joyfully.

Jisung mumbles a quick ‘yes’, granting you his attention for a split second before he’s back to his guitar, hunched over in concentration.

The house is empty except for you two, with Jisung’s roommate, Minho, away on a family trip. You’d never thought you’d miss his loud and over the top laughter but now, when your boyfriend was barely paying you any attention, its absence pains you. You never realized how lively Minho kept things around here – you need to show your appreciation when he returns.

You linger longer than necessary in the kitchen, preparing snacks and drinks for the both of you before shuffling back to Jisung’s room, thankful the door was left ajar with how full your hands have gotten.

The moment you step inside, Jisung’s head snaps up with the most endearing smile stretched across his face, glasses a little bit crooked. “Baby! I got it! Hear me out, please!”

His happiness lights up the room in such a way that almost blinds you, his smile contagious and making it hard to resist the urge to smother him with your love. Jisung has never given you a warning, for if you got one, you might’ve prepared yourself better before falling head over heels in love with him. Though, you can never prepare for these things. Love sneaks up on you the moment it finds an opening, when your guard is down and the last thing you expect is being hit by cupid’s arrow, right in the heart.

Looking back, you don’t think you ever stood a chance. You were doomed from the start, when Han Jisung walked in the room you were in, a few years ago, laughing loudly with the previously mentioned roommate. Your heart has been his ever since, the sound reeling it in and never releasing it.

He’s babbling on, excited, as you set the plates down on his dresses, making your way towards him with a newfound purpose. When you lean down to get his attention, he tilts his head up with a dazzling smile, still talking and oh so unsuspecting of your next move.

Without warning, you peck his lips, causing the words to die on his tongue as he freezes, reflexively kissing back the second time your lips meet even if his brain hasn’t caught up yet.

“Sorry,” you whisper against his lips, his mouth agape in surprise as you stare right into his hazy eyes, “you looked too adorable, I couldn’t help myself.”

The loud sound of the guitar tumbling out of his grasp startles you, and you look down in concern while Jisung doesn’t even seem to notice, too enthralled to care. Your kisses always had that effect on him, and he’s sure they’ll continue to do so no matter how many years pass. You had him wrapped around your little finger after all, the victim of the spell your love cast on him the moment he set eyes on you.

“Ji?” You shake his shoulder lightly before crouching down to return his guitar. “The song, baby?”

“What song?” Is the first thing he manages to let out, clearing his throat as he finally comes to.

You giggle, and that’s all it takes Jisung to set the guitar aside and pull you to him by your waist, cushioning your fall as you collapse onto him before his lips are on yours again, kissing you passionately.

For a moment there, he forgot his own name. How was he supposed to remember whatever song he came up with when you used your evil powers to steal all of his attention? Though, he supposes you can’t steal something that’s always been rightfully yours…

[bindeds]

⊹・° ｡ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!

contains nsfw (+18) and it will be in a separate section <3 please credit me if you use these gifs!

mlist. request status.

VOX.

this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.

he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.

has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.

he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.

relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.

i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.

i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.

VOX NSFW !

i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”

i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises

regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.

“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.

that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.

LUCIFER.

ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.

unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.

he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.

he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.

forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.

this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.

lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.

LUCIFER NSFW !

i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.

no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”

he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.

seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.

definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.

ALASTOR.

i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.

“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”

you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.

“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”

nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.

seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.

he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.

regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.

always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.

ALASTOR NSFW !

he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.

so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.

“are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”

i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”

[prime-adeptus]

feverish | baizhu x gn!reader

A little secret is revealed in the backroom.

✦ CONTENT: Sickfic, pre-relationship, some fluff, pining, medical inaccuracies (source: I made it up). Qiqi and Changsheng make a cameo. MC is a bit of a menace. ~0,7k words

✧ NOTES: Just a little thing dedicated to bestie @eanul-rambul bc it's pride and I had to let him out of the basement (¬‿¬ ) enjoy

AO3 | Masterlist | Requests | @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

“Until your fever goes down, I’m afraid I can’t let you leave,” comes Baizhu’s chiding voice. “I know you’ll sneak off the moment I let you out of my sight. I will personally oversee your treatment.”

You grumble. “It’s not like I can’t take care of myself.”

“You can, but you don’t,” he retorts swiftly. “As a doctor and your… friend, I can’t allow that to happen.”

The dull ache in your temples and the heat across your skin convince you to stop arguing with him for once. You slump against the pillows in defeat, your stubbornness finally broken down and him once again taking the last word—again. You watch as he flits across the room, hard at work concocting the right antidote for you. Though you’d insisted earlier that you were fine and that the fever would go away on its own, Baizhu is equally stubborn as you, if not more.

Taking care of patients is beyond second nature to him, so being treated the same way is far from an unusual thing. But the amount of work he had coupled with his own problems makes you feel guilty in a way. You don’t want to take up too much of his time, yet here he is, fussing over you like the worrywart that he is.

Qiqi lies on your bedside, feet dangling off the edge as she stares up at you, cheek resting against her hands. As much as it hurts to move, you gently pat her head with a fond smile. Baizhu had given her a break today, now that he has time to manage the pharmacy himself. The child could’ve gone wandering in the outskirts of Liyue, but she’s chosen to stay with you. It’s as if she’s developed an attachment to you somehow, even if you haven’t known her for a very long time.

Bitter over him reading you too well, you continue to sulk with your arms crossed over your chest, lips jutting into a pout. It’s not like you can’t heal yourself! Long journeys and family traditions have given you more than enough medical knowledge. It’s just that you’re a little weak today—nothing more. A good nap would have you back up and running in no time. That’s what you told him, only for him to decline as soon as you even stepped behind the counter.

“Doctor Baizhu wants to take care of you himself,” Qiqi speaks up after a moment of silence, idly kicking her legs as she subtly nuzzles into your hand. “He’s worried about you.”

“Qiqi…!” he sputters, momentarily freezing in his tracks. 

Much to your amusement, she ignores him, choosing to comfortably nestle into your side instead. Despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the warmth in your cheeks, you find yourself smiling in joy. Decidedly flustered, he continues to have his back turned to you, but the crucial piece of information she had let slip confirms it. The puzzle pieces are falling together at last.

“You’re worried about me, Doctor Baizhu?” you tease, entertained by how stiff he’d gotten. “Wanted to take care of me yourself, huh?”

He clears his throat. “It’s my job as a doctor.”

“Is that all?”

A pause. He nervously makes his way back to you, medicine now ready as he tries his hardest to avoid your curious gaze. As he’s about to put the tray down on the bedside, you wrap your hand around his wrist and peer at him mischievously.

“Hey…” you murmur. “You’ll take care of me, won’t you?”

Baizhu’s face is flushed and he can’t look you in the eye, something you find more than endearing as he shifts where he stands, uncharacteristically awkward and flustered. He clears his throat again, though he remains speechless.

“He’s gotten a lot warmer,” Changsheng adds mirthfully. “This is the warmest he’s been.”

“Ooh, you like me!” You grin, playfully nudging him. “You know, I’d kiss you if I wasn’t sick.”

“I… I’d be able to withstand it,” he says quietly. You only find yourself becoming giddier, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the composed Baizhu so shy. “W-Well! This shouldn’t be hard to swallow, I did my best to make sure it’s flavourless. One spoonful a day should do.”

“Will you be taking care of me every day too?” you ask, unable to resist teasing him some more.

His eyes widen. Trying to regain his composure (and failing, but you don’t mention it for his sake) he gives you an affirmative nod. You want to pinch his cheek in endearment, but you decide that can wait. You’ll savour this sight of him and this moment the best you can—fever and all.

“If that’s what you’d like,” Baizhu breathes, “if you’ll let me.”

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Summer 75 // Summer Heat - Matty Healy

A/N: challenging myself to actually get through most of these xx

-day two-

content warnings: smut, fluff, sub!Matty, dry humping, kissing, grinding, praise, degradation if you squint, gets super sappy i can't help myself, matty cums in his boxers, no beta we die like men

Sweat beads on your forehead as you desperately search for a fan, water, anything to cool your skin down. A heat wave was truly the last thing you wanted, hoping that the cold, harsh British weather would live up to its reputation. So now here you are, riffling through your shared wardrobe to find something bearable to wear in this blinding heat, the absolute mess of t-shirts and tops and go knows what else making it impossible to navigate anything. 

You can hear shuffling and noises coming from downstairs, and you assume Matty is in a similar predicament, probably already stripping off his shirt and tossing it somewhere off to the side. It's a well known fact how much he hates heat and sweating in general, and honestly, you can't blame him.  

Music fills the room as you turn on the radio, bobbing your head to some pop song you don't know the name of. Giving up on finding a proper outfit, you pick out a bikini, running your fingers over the smooth material. Small rhinestones adorn the edges of the two-piece, the strappy bits fitting snugly against you, thin and breathable. 

Shorts hang low on your hips as you go down the carpeted stairs, your feet light on the ground. Your hair is up and out of your face, cool air hitting the back of your neck. Matty’s hair is clearly visible over the top of the sofa, long curls splaying out over the furniture.

His highlights are significantly grown out, and you make a mental note to re-dye them when you get the chance. He doesn't hear you approach at first, only noticing you when you sit down, the dip in the sofa alerting him of your presence. 

His breath audible hitches as his eyes rake over you, and he sits up slightly straighter, both his hands on his knees, gripping them. Now, you can't really play innocent here, you know that well enough. The top you’re wearing isn't padded at all, giving him a perfect view of your tits.

No matter how long you've been together or how much he tries to deny it, Matty goes weak everytime he sees any part of your body, acting like it’s the first time he’d ever seen it. You find it endearing, seeing him react this way to you, your ego swelling the longer he blatantly stares at your chest. 

“Alright?” your tone is teasing, raising your eyebrows at Matty as he shakes his head, as if that would get rid of the dirty fantasies running rampant through his mind. There's not much distance between you, but you still jump a bit when you feel his hand on your thigh. The look in his eyes is undeniable, lust clouding them over.

“Yeah, ‘m perfectly fine.” his hand trails up further, playing with the hem of your shorts. The straps of the bottom piece of your bikini are visible over the waistband, a sight that has all the blood in Matty’s head rushing south.

Not in the mood for slow and sensual, you sit up, draping one of your legs over Matty’s lap, trapping him under your weight. A filthy smirk dances on his lips as his face is met with your chest and he looks up at you, biting his lip provocatively. 

“This for me, darling?” his hands find either side of your waist, pulling you down on top of him. Your fingers thread through his hair feverishly, tugging lightly as small gasps leave Matty’s lips, his sounds like music to your ears. 

“Bold of you to assume that, I was just hot.” you mutter, your lips inches away from his. Matty gives in first, crashing his lips against yours with such a force that it genuinely knocks the wind out of you, leaving you breathless. 

“You look so hot in this, pretty.” his fingers snap the strap of your top against your skin. Perched in his lap, you set both of your hands on his broad shoulders, gaining the small bit of leverage you were hoping for. You can feel your nipples harden as he grazes his fingers over your tits, shamelessly feeling you up. 

“Fuck, I want you.” Matty is breathless as he takes your bottom lip in between your teeth, biting down hard. 

“Yeah?” your hips grind down into his hardening cock, the friction against your clit deliciously hot, a small gasp spilling from your lips. Matty doesnt fare much better, choked moans filling the room as your lips connect with his neck, drawing even more sounds from him. 

“Let me take this off you, please.” he toys with the strings of your top, reaching round your back, eyes begging you to let him untie it. A subtle nod tells him all he needs to know, the material pooling in his lap as it falls off you, Matty’s eyes comically wide. He incoherently mutters against your chest as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, making you moan. 

Your skin feels hot, hotter than before, and you speed up your movements in his lap, feeling the steady build of your orgasm in your core. Matty’s hands snake their way around your waist, pulling you impossibly close as you grind down on to him feverishly, chasing your high. 

“Please, fuck– i’m so close.” he whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching in his trousers, precum painting the front of his underwear. 

“Gonna come in your pants? Make a mess like you’re fucking fourteen? God, you’re so pathetic, so perfect for me.” your switch between praise and degradation is dizzying, desperate whines spilling from Matty’s lips as one of his hands grips the flesh of your arse, small sparks of delicious pain shooting up your spine, making you moan. 

“M’close too, let me hear you baby, let me hear you come.” you gasp as he licks into your mouth, tasting every inch of you like it's his last meal. You can feel his hips stutter, the feeling of your cunt against him almost too much.

“Fuckfuckfuck like that, just like that–” you moan, and Matty rolls his hips again, the added friction against your clit hurling you over the edge. You press onto his chest for stability as his brown eyes stare into you, glazed over and right there. Riding out your orgasm, you kiss down his jaw, biting into the tender skin as Matty whole body twitches underneath you, his eyes rolling back as he spills into his boxers, choked whimpers leaving his lips. 

You kiss him softly, doing your best to work him through his high while you come down from your own, whispering sweet praises into his ear. 

“So pretty for me, did so good. Like it when I'm mean to you sometimes, right? Fuck, you’re so hot, love you so much.”

Matty can only nod in response as you pull back, trailing your fingertips over his heaving chest, tracing his tattoos. 

He looks utterly fucked out, sweat rolling down his face, his lips angry and bruised, dark, unruly curls falling over his face. You let your hand find his cheek, cupping it lovingly as you gaze into each others eyes, enamored with each other  

“I love you more than you can imagine, thank you for this.” he mumbles softly, nuzzling his face into your palm.

“I don't deserve you.” you say, kissing his forehead and pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you too.” 

“Wear that top again, you look gorgeous in it.” The change in topic makes you giggle into the crook as his neck, pressing light kisses to the skin. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Got me so fucking hard, thought I was gonna pass out.” you graze your nails over his spine, feeling goosebumps form in your wake. 

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Healy” Matty chuckles at your words.

“I can see that.” 

Your hands thread into his thick hair, scratching at his scalp as you breathe steadily, basking in each others presence.

[leezlelatch]

I love your writing and style. It's been a hard week and it's made me happy after discovering it. Just wondering if you, if you had the time, could write a slightly smutty drabble. I love your take on protective doll baby Copia. He's perfect.

With the last few months I'd love to read a ficlette where he discovers the reader almost in tears after being torn down by people, told that she's worthless, and now doubting herself because of the complete lack of self esteem which is even worse after this. Copia goes into DarkCopia mode while loving her like the badass he is. He doesn't like it when people hurt his gal. And he makes sure she knows how much worth he sees in her.

Truly though, even if you don't have time...your stuff has made me happy. <3

Hello, my friend. I'm so sorry this week has been hard. I hope it has improved, and I am so happy that my writing has made a difference! Here is a little something for you from me, and Copia. <3

Copia x Reader - hurt/comfort, fluff, suggestive, a little smutty, protective Copia, suggestively Dark!Copia.

The old key slipping into the lock rouses you from your light doze, and your eyes feel heavy as you turn over, watching as Copia steps into his quarters, his gaze lowered as he shifts his takeout bag from one hand to the other, depositing the key back into his pocket. He raises his head, and you make eye contact. Two things happen in that moment that makes the hair raise on your arms, and your heart warm with affection at the same time. Copia takes in the sight of you, curled up like a burrito in his blanket, your nose tucked into the fabric, eyes red. He knows it’s because you’re trying to find comfort in his scent. He knows you, in and out. His expression freezes in a ghastly stare, his eyes narrowed, lips set in a deep frown which accentuates the wrinkles around his mouth. His brows are pulled down, and he appears paler than he usually does. In short, he looks ready to hurt someone. 

But then it falls away. Cold fury melting into concern, and he drops his bag at the door, uncaring as the takeout boxes tumble and rest on their sides in his haste to reach you. Gloved hands pull you from the blankets, settling you across his lap, his arms cradling you. His face grows very close to yours, searching your eyes with a certain desperation. Copia is another person when it comes to you. The endearing, funny Papa is gone and replaced by someone who is calculating, smart, one step ahead. The real him. The one he hides, the clergy unaware that the puppet is actually the puppet master. You’re precious to him, and there is nothing this man would not do to keep you happy and safe.

“Baby,” he says very softly, his accent curling around the endearment. “Tell Papa what happened, eh?” His thumb rubs beneath your eye. “What are the tears for?”

“I had a hard day,” you respond, your voice a little hoarse. His brow furrows, and one of his hands slides its way down your body, feeling, prodding gently, as if he were checking for some external injury. “I’m okay, Copia.”

“Okay is not finding il mio amore all wrapped up and crying.” He works at removing a glove, slipping each finger out of the leather. He flexes his hand once it’s removed, and it makes you smile, even if just a little. Copia said to you before that he was used to it, but you know the constricting leather became a little much after a long day. 

“Somebody said something to me today,” you murmur, taking his hand and holding it to your face. His fingers cradle your jaw, the warmth of his skin encouraging you to speak. “And I feel like I just…can’t do right. That I’m not right. I can’t even face myself in the mirror because I’m afraid of what I’ll see.” You pause, gathering your thoughts. “I’m afraid to see that they’re right.”

Copia sucks in a shaky breath when you finish, and you can already see his mind working. “My love, I don’t want you going after anyone,” you say, reaching to grasp his chin, squeezing it gently. “I’m not telling you this to make you angry.”

He stares down at you, and then he nods slowly. Copia shifts back onto the bed so his back is against the wall and he adjusts his hold on you, looking thoughtful as his fingers pick up a soothing rhythm against your cheek. “There are a few things I need to be correcting, amore. And I need you to be good for your Papa, and listen. I will never allow a single soul in this building or elsewhere to hurt you. That goes for all our Siblings, but you are not just a Sibling, sì? You are my amore. Also,” he clicks his tongue. “The peoples are wrong. They will learn that they are wrong. And you, vita mia, also need to be corrected.”

You’re listening intently, your eyes trained on his features, adoring how expressive his features are when he speaks, but his last words make you pause. “I have to be corrected?” That was the last thing you expected to hear. 

“Yes,” Copia says, drawing out the word, his expression set. You’re bewildered when he doesn’t elaborate, letting out a sound of surprise as he firmly guides you up and out of the bed. 

“Copia, no-,” you begin to protest as he approaches the full length mirror near his dresser, your hand tightly wrapped in his grip. Copia pins you with a look that shuts your mouth, and he takes you by the shoulders, setting you directly in the reflection of the mirror. 

“We shall start here,” he says, his fingers tapping beneath your chin. “You will watch, and listen.” Copia circles you like a vulture, his hands clasped behind his back. “When you smile, I want to smile too.” His voice has lowered, tender and affectionate. “I am not so proud of my teeth, but I would smile ear to ear just to match your joy. That is healing for me, amore. You do that.”

Fingers brush your cheek. “You blush at the sight of me. At the sight of me. So beautiful and sweet, and I am sure that I have seen the depths of paradise. And the way your eyes light up when you’re excited, oh…,” he laughs softly to himself, his voice almost a coo. “Do you realize how lucky I am to know your eyes? To watch your brow furrow or rise. To see emotion pass over your face. To read the story of your life through every blemish and line.”

Your breath is stolen from your lungs, and you’re already crying. Copia’s hands shake as they grasp your hips, standing now close behind you, his voice a gentle whisper in your ear. His breath makes you shiver, and you feel his hips shift against your backside. “You’re biased,” you whisper, and he laughs.

“I am very proud of this, amore. It is a gift to be biased,” he murmurs, his eyes catching yours in the mirror. “It is a gift to have you.” His hands slip beneath your shirt, grasping and kneading at soft skin. You make a breathless noise, leaning back against him, and Copia almost purrs. “Hmm, you are liking your Papa’s touches?”

They slip higher, fingers grazing your nipples, and he pauses there. You whimper, caught between your emotions and your arousal, and Copia knows how to play you like the finest instrument. When to touch, and when to pause, letting it all wash over you, giving you the time you need to feel safe in his arms. “Your body,” he says, pressing his hips firmly into the curve of your ass. “Ignites a fire inside of me, you know? I am incomplete when I am not joined with you.” He’s almost growling now, a rough edge to his voice. 

You’re spun around in his arms and he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue thoroughly plundering your mouth and rendering you incapable of any thought. Copia has a talent at making you forget, and suddenly the cruel words from today have all but vanished from your mind. “I love you,” he hisses, nipping at your bottom lip. His hand grasps your chin, raising your eyes to his, and his tone softens. “I love you.”

He kisses you softly now, his lips curling into a smile. “You are worth everything. You don’t need to look into the mirror, amore, just look into my eyes. I see you. I see the glory in you. And you will always have a home with me. You are safe with me.”

Another tear falls down your cheek and he kisses it away. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his trousers, and he gasps, arching into your touch.

“Do not think,” he murmurs, his voice a little strained as he pushes you toward the bed. “That this does not mean they will be…removed. Papa protects what is his.”

[emositecc]

God I fucking hate Victoria the crybaby so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every page she's in, every scene, every fanart, every comic, she's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass personality on her stupid green face. Absolutely no part of her ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. Her stupid fucking dress? Who the hell wears a dress like that. Her dumb fucking lizard tail? Her shitty, annoying bastard attitude ? The three thousand percent dumbass shitass fucking haircut that no woman has EVER FUCKING SHITTY HAIR DESING HAD IN THE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate her. I hate her so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a comic or a fanart of her, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Boo hoo, I'm Bitchtoria the fuckshit whiny ass woman, woe is me. PITY ME 😢😢😢😢". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like shrek but if shrek was written by vivziepop. Your dumb fucking hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking dress and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top shitty ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene she's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a walmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know she's just a shitty fucking sad woman in a stupid fucking fan comic, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate her. I hate hier on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the bitch wife is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate her so much. I hate her so, so fucking much. I want to light her ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat her to death with her own stupid fucking punchable face. I want to punch her to death. I want to bash her brains out. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that her existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional woman

you've gone on sending me these kinds of messages in my ask box everytime i've updated my comic, even mentioning r*pe in your latest ones. At first I thought this is a bit, but now i honestly dont know. I think you need help and for your own good and mine, I'm going to be blocking you.

This probably wont stop you from reading my comic in other platforms but if you still do, please refrain from messaging me or whatnot because I will just block you again.

okay, thank you.

^ and that's not even ALL of it.

there's like 50+ more

get help.

[skinnyminiindustrial]

FESTIVAL AT UA

♡Summary: It's been five years since you graduated from UA and became a pro-hero. During a reunion festival back at UA, you are reunited with your old classmates, including Bakugo Katsuki, the spiky-haired blonde who never left your thoughts.

Word count: 1,661

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It had been five years since I graduated from UA, and life as a Pro Hero had its ups and downs for sure, but never as bad as the all-for-one battle. We are still rebuilding and trying to go back to some sort of normal since that day, which is hard, but we will pull through! Today is going to be a break from all that. The reunion festival at UA is happening, and I couldn’t be more excited! I was even more excited to see a certain spiky-haired blonde who had never left my thoughts.

Bakugo Katsuki, “The Boy Who Lived.” I liked to call him sometimes, and it’s all thanks to Edge Shot, who kept his heart beating and fixed him up. He died, keeping him alive. It was a miraculous recovery that Bakugo made. Way before the battle had even remotely begun, Bakugo was always a part of my UA experience. His explosive personality, raw determination, and passion had drawn me in back then, and if I’m being honest with myself, they still do. But back in high school, he was more focused on proving himself than anything else, and I figured that relationships weren’t exactly what he was worried about back then. Also, the all-for-one thing went down, and I never got to tell my feelings to him.

Years of hero work and occasional meet-ups with friends have buried them deep down in my heart. Today was different. Something about being back at UA felt nostalgic, and my heart started to race as I made my way to the festival!

The campus had lights hanging up, but it was evening and there was still light outside, so I couldn’t tell that they were that bright. Confetti littered the ground from the original opening earlier that day. Booths lined the walkways, and I could already spot some familiar faces.

I made my way through the crowd, with a few people stopping me for pictures. I was chatting with old classmates like Kirishima and Mina, and strangely, I felt a familiar explosive energy near me. I turned my head, and there he was—Bakugo Katsuki, his arms crossed. He had his usual scowl as he talked to Deku and Todoroki while walking towards us. He looked so different he looked more grown-up than when I last saw him, more confident and aware of people in a sense. But those red eyes still burned with the same fiery intensity.

I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest. I took a breath as they approached us. “Hey, guys!”

“You made it,” Kirishima said to Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku as they walked up to us, hugging them all. Bakugo looked not welcoming of it, but he didn’t tell him to back off.

“Of course! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Deku smiled as I tried not to make eye contact with Bakugo just yet.

“We were just talking about how weird it feels to be back after everything,” Deku added with the bright smile he used to have back in the day.

“Except we’re all Pro Heroes now,” Todoroki said coolly, glancing at Bakugo with a small smirk.

“TCH. Don’t go getting sentimental, idiots,” Bakugo scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away.

I chuckled. “Still as charming as ever, Bakugo?”

His gaze snapped to me, and just for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes and a slight change of emotion. But before I could even decipher it, he snapped back and turned his head away with a grunt. “Whatever.”

Despite his normal gruff demeanor, I always found Bakugo’s bluntness kind of endearing. It was part of his charm, I guess. He didn’t sugarcoat anything.

The festival continued, with games and activities all around, but my eyes kept finding my way back to Bakugo. I couldn’t help it. I tried to keep myself busy with some festival games—winning a plush toy here, laughing at Kaminari being a fool there—but no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Bakugo’s presence was magnetic.

Finally, I found myself wandering through a quieter part of the festival, away from most of the crowds. The lights that hung up in the trees lighting my path are now brighter because of the night sky. I didn’t notice Bakugo following me until I heard his voice behind me.

“Hey”

I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. Bakugo stood there, his hands still in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine. “You’ve been staring at me all day,” he said, his tone a mix of frustration and something else I could not quite place.

My goodness, I must have looked like such a freak to him, I bet I creeped him out so bad. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I wasn’t staring,” I stammered, trying my best to brush it off.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, taking a step closer. “What’s up with you?”

I swallowed, unsure of how to respond to him. After all, how was I supposed to explain my years of lingering feelings? How am I supposed to tell Bakugo Katsuki that I have had a crush on him since high school?

But before I could even try to answer, Bakugo sighed, his gaze softening—something anyone rarely saw. “You’re different,” he muttered. He’s quieter than usual. “What’s going on?”

I blinked, taken aback. The last time he saw me was when we spit up in our groups to fight. The last time he saw me was when we spit up in our groups to fight the villains. We haven’t talked since then, only hearing things about each other either through the news or through our mutual friends, and yet he is acting like how we used to be back in the day, trying to not show it back then, but I know he cared for me in some way, even if it was something little that he thinks nobody else would recognize even though they all did, and I did too, but right now he’s acting like he was worried.

“I’m fine,” I say softly, though my heart is pounding. “I just… it’s been a while since we have seen each other, and all of us together, it just brings back a lot of memories, you know?”

Bakugo’s eyes flickered with resignation. “Yeah,” he muttered, looking away for a moment. “I get it.”

There was a brief silence between us before he spoke again. “You never said anything,” he said, his voice low. “Back at UA.”

I had a curious look on my face. “Said anything about what?”

“About liking me”

My heart stopped. I stared at him, eyes wide. “W-what?”

He huffed, a small smirk appearing on his face. “You think I’m blind? I noticed. Today I noticed, back then I noticed. I just didn’t say anything because... I wasn’t ready for it back then.”

My mouth went dry since, I guess, I was mouth-breathing and my heart was pounding in my chest. Dude, was he…confessing? Bakugo Katsuki? What the hell was he saying?

“Why are you bringing this up now?” I asked, and my voice was barely a whisper.

He shrugged, his eyes meeting mine again, more serious this time. “‘Cause I’ve had enough time to figure things out. And to be honest, I don’t hate the idea of you liking me.”

My cheeks burned, but before I could say anything, Bakugo stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, what do you think?” He asked, his voice soft but confident. “So are you going to keep denying it, or are we doing this?”

I blinked up at him, my heart raving, and a slow smile slowly appeared on my face. “I guess we’re doing this,” I whispered.

Bakugo smirked, and without another word, he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. It was unexpectedly gentle, and I might say his lips were soft, and he was a good kisser. It was unlike what I imagined it would be. But it was perfect.

Bakugo pulled away from the kiss, his usual confident smirk still on his face, but then there was a softer gleam in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I was speechless, my heart still fluttering as I processed what just happened. Did Bakugo just kiss me?

“Don’t get all weird now,” he said. His voice was gruff as he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little awkward and out of his element. “I ain’t good with this kind of stuff, but… you better not regret it.”

I let out a small laugh before I could even stop myself. Seeing Bakugo, usually so tough, loud, and aggressive, flustered like this was kind of cute. “I definitely won’t regret it,” I said softly, my smile widening as I watched him struggle to keep up his tough-guy facade.

“Good,” he grumbled, his pink cheeks still visible by the lights. “‘cause if you do regret it, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I teased, stepping a little closer. I felt confident now that the air between us had shifted. “Yell at me until I don’t.”

He shot me a halfhearted glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward into a smile. “TCH. Don’t push your luck.”

Bakugo might not have been that emotionally expressive in public, but right now he was letting it all hang out, and right now I could tell he was happy. It was written all over his face.

I think every thing is going to be different now, and I can’t wait to see what happens!

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My first story!!!!

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

I watched the episode of House of Mouse where its the Christmas special and Pete's in and that got me thinking-

I cannot remember if you've already made a post regarding Christmas at the HoM, so consider this in September:

Since it's implied Christmas doesn't exist in TW, let's say Yuu starts making gingerbread cookies out of habit. And after that, she is halfway through the pudding when she realises that Christmas, in fact, has never been brought up before amongst her friends.

A quick check later and she leaves the pudding to set while wondering where she's going to find the occasion to give her friends holiday treats.

So sometime before Christmas she brings the cookies and pudding over to the HoM after wrapping them up fancy for her work family-

Only for Pluto to flaunt his special sugar-free gingerbread biscuits in full view of the villains' table.

And then Maleficent calls Yuu over to ask where did Pluto get such cute cookies with pine trees piped all over them-

Yuu, most likely: 'I made them myself for Christmas :). But Christmas doesn't exist in TW, so I couldn't think up a special occasion to give my friends Christmas treats :(. Especially considering all the effort that went into the cookies :( Jamil wouldn't call that cost-effective :(

Jafar is internally cursing out his protege, while Maleficent and the Queen of Hearts immediately start trying to convince her to make their twisted versions cookies :) and only their versions :) no, shove off mal, she's going to make dear riddle cookies that don't break any rules whatsover :) not your grandson :) sod off you hag :)

Anyway, I was going to add something about a kiss under the mistletoe but it's not even November yet so I'll save it until then

Please don't let this ask get eaten-

Hi!

Wow, I am loving these House of Mouse!AU asks. Life has been crazy these past few months so coming back to Tumblr to see that people are still interested in this really makes me smile 🥰

I remember writing something about that special last year that was kind of similar to what you said - I love the fan trope where our/Yuu's world's holidays/traditions don't exist in twst. The angst and fluff potential is just so good (I remember there was this one episode of Winx Club where the fairies try to cheer Bloom up by having a christmas party but they misunderstand everything and Stella interprets 'christmas cheer' as 'a christmas cheer' like the type cheerleaders do and I feel like that's the kind of endearing shenanigans you'd get in NRC)

I think that's what makes the House of Mouse so neat - it's kind of like a best of both worlds situation where there is a mix of both fantastical Disney magic and parts of our world (so Yuu can feel more at home, in a way)

Okay but back when I was in another fandom, I wrote a christmas themed drabble where a character made personalised gingerbread people for his entire class where he decorated each biscuit to look like them and I think that's definitely something Yuu would do (as well as the usual christmas themed ones, of course - she likes to go all out like that)

But yes, I see the shippers using this as a way to sail their ship. Yes, of course they want to throw a christmas celebration as a way to make Yuu happy - but it wouldn't hurt if they indulged in some light trickery now would it. Cue cartoon shenanigans where everyone is sabotaging each other, leading to total chaos and a Yuu that is both frazzled and totally oblivious.

"C'mon, Jaffy - just 'cause your little protege doesn't appreciate Yuu doesn't mean you have to ruin things for us. Where's your christmas spirit?"

"You don't even celebrate christmas!"

"Neither do you!"

Not to mention all of the animal companions that want special christmas treats as well (much to Pluto's irritation and obvious jealousy)

Thanks for the ask ♡

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Eight)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!au, crying, mentions of death, alcohol consumption, swearing, cringeworthy comedy, protective brothers

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE. I dropped the ball a bit preparing myself to enjoy comeback and spend all my money on woozi photocards 🤷🏻‍♀️ the next part should be out fairly soon too, so look forward to it! 🥰

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Jihoon yawns. He’s surprised at how calm the bus trip has been so far. They’re approaching hour two and so far there has only been a couple rounds of I Spy and Rock Paper Scissors that have passed down the rows, with some of the group opting to sleep for the beginning of the journey as best as they can. Ji-ah is one of those said few, her head nestled tiredly on her Not-Soulmate’s shoulder, guilt bubbling inside Jihoon’s stomach. He doesn’t have a reason to feel guilty, of course. You and him were never a thing and never have been, but he can’t shake the feeling of hurting you by flaunting the reason for your heartbreak right in front of your face.

He’s watched you for most of the drive, out of Ji-ah’s sight as she rests. You’re listening in on a conversation Soonyoung and Seokmin are having, your free hand stretched over and stroking the fur of the little white fluff ball on the seat beside you. Kkuma is happily chewing on her bone with a yellow sunflower clip holding a small tuft of her fur away from her eyes that matches your dress. You have a small unreadable smile on your face and Jihoon can’t get a read on if you’re upset or just tired. Your emotions have been sturdy almost constantly as of late, and your soulmate worries if everything is getting bottled up or if you’ve truly lost hope.

Your brother stays by his soulmate’s side as he drives, smiling and speaking to each other in hushed tones. Seungcheol’s hand rests on Jeonghan’s leg, rubbing delicate circles against his thigh absentmindedly as they talk and Jihoon can’t help but be endeared to such a simple but romantic gesture between soulmates.

“I’m just saying,” Soonyoung’s voice carries through the bus. “You have two butts. Not one.”

“And I’m just saying, you’re wrong.” Seokmin rebuts. “You don’t have two. It’s only one.”

“Stand up right now and hold your left butt in one hand and right butt in the other. TWO. TWO BUTTS.”

“Incorrect!” He barks back. “You have two butt cheeks! You have one butt hole.”

“You’re a butt hole!”

“Dear god.” You groan, leaning your head back as Seungkwan, seated directly behind you, laughs. “How much longer?”

“Y/N~,” Soonyoung sings sweetly as he peers over the back of his seat.

“Do not drag me into this, Kwon.” You shoot him a playful glare. “Last time I joined in a soulmates argument between you both, you didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“You’re still not over that?” He gasps, hand on his chest. “That was like, nearly two years ago.”

“Yeah, but you made her cry after two days of your silent treatment.” Seungcheol turns around to shoot Soonyoung a not-so-playful glare. “Watch it.”

“Oh come on,” he whined playfully, paying Seungcheol no mind as he reaches over to take your hand in his. You wince as your cheeks immediately flush, trying to ignore the feeling of longing building up inside you. “That was when I was young and stupid.” He pouts, batting his eyelashes at you as his thumbs stroke your hand.

Jihoon’s eyes focus on the delicate way Soonyoung is holding your hand and frowns. An unknown feeling settles uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, but he refuses to acknowledge what the feeling actually could mean.

“Yah, leave her be, babe!” Seokmin swats his arm. “She is trying to sleep, and she knows the right answer is one butt - she isn’t answering because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“That isn’t true!” Soonyoung insists, turning to you after you don’t answer him. “Is it?”

“What would you do if I say yes?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

“I…” he pauses as he turns his head slowly, meeting the steady glare of your brother staring into his soul. He pauses for a moment before turning back to you. “I would very humbly respect your opinion and thank you for being honest with your closest, longest friend.”

Just for good measure, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your hand. He smiles when you let out a giggle, nodding slightly and turning back to see a nod of approval from your brother. Jihoon admires how protective Seungcheol can be over you. If he had siblings, he’d do the same thing.

“Now, will you let the girl sleep? Look at her, she’s been drifting off for the last ten minutes.” Seokmin scolds Soonyoung who concedes with a sigh, your giggles filling the bus.

Jihoon feels his tummy explode with butterflies at the sound of your laugh, the only outer thing indicating him having a reaction at all being the tips of his ears turning red.

“Get some rest, Ladybug.” Jeonghan calls out as you settle down comfortably in your seat, eyes beginning to flutter. “There’s a surprise waiting at the campsite, you’ll need your energy.”

“Mhm~.” You hum sweetly as you already feel yourself beginning to drift off, your head gently lulling to the side.

Your soulmate observes you as your arms gently wrap around yourself, curling up as comfortably as you can with the limited space you have. It only takes a few minutes for your breaths to even out, sleep taking over you. Seokmin reaches over and places a fluffy blanket that was draped over him and Soonyoung now onto you, a fond smile growing on both of their faces as you immediately snuggle into the soft material to seek out the warmth enveloping you. Jihoon is even sure he hears Soonyoung mutter a soft ‘cute’ under his breath, which sets off the new uncomfortable feeling inside him again, but just like before, he chooses to ignore it.

“They really care about her, don’t they?” Minghao whispers to Junhui, who simply nods with a smile as Jihoon watches your two closest friends taking Seungcheol’s phone to quickly take a quick photo of you sleeping soundly.

The remaining two hours of the drive were pretty uneventful in Jihoon’s eyes, maybe because he kept an eye on you resting out of the corner of his eye. He observes Seokmin reaching over to carefully take your glasses off the bridge of your nose and place them on his lap. The bus stayed hushed minus the few small conversations between soulmates. Jihoon tried not to listen out of respect for their privacy, but he couldn’t help but pick up excited whispers from Jeonghan to Seungcheol about how both he and you will love the surprise that is planned. He wouldn’t lie, he was intrigued.

As the bus pulls up on a small campground next to a large, scenic forest, Jihoon can’t help but be in awe at the view of endless trees and greenery in front of them. He tilts his head at the sight of a car already pulled up at their campsite, to which Jeonghan doesn’t seem phased about. Ji-ah yawns beside him, having been awake for roughly half an hour before the bus finally came to a stop, staying sleepily perched against her boyfriend’s shoulder and watching the scenery out the window.

Jihoon glances at you, watching as Soonyoung stands and makes his way around to where you’re sleeping, crouching and slipping the blanket off you. You immediately shiver, scrunching up your nose in discomfort before letting your eyes flutter open with a tired whine that he and the others can’t help but find adorable.

“Soonie…” you frown, sitting up and rubbing your eye with a closed fist.

“We’re here, Bug.” He smiles, taking your hand and helping you up. “Jeonghannie Hyungie wants you and Cheollie Hyungie to get off first. Come on.”

You grumble sleepily, fixing your dress with a yawn before making your way to the front of the bus with Jeonghan and Seungcheol.

“You ready for your surprise?” Jeonghan smiles brightly at you both as you nod in unison.

“Should I be scared?” Seungcheol laughs.

“I don’t think so.”

“You have that smirk on your face, Oppa.”

“What smirk?” Jeonghan tries to make his face neutral.

“The smirk you pull whenever you plan to cheat when we play board games.” You squint, trying to see through him. “I swear if you plan to leave us here for dead…”

Your comment garners some giggles and laughs from the others and a smile from your soulmate.

“Oh hush!” He laughs, reaching down and tickling your side, making you flinch with a grin. “Just step outside and look.”

“Fine, fine.” Seungcheol chuckles, turning around and opening the doors to the bus.

Your brother is the first one to step off the bus and you follow close behind him, glancing from left to right curiously.

“Wow, this place is stunning.” You grin as you take in a deep breath, letting the air of nature fill your lungs as the others all trail out of the bus, looking around at the campsite with approval.

Jihoon stands by Mingyu’s side with Ji-ah towards the front of the ground, directly behind you and Seungcheol as Wonwoo starts calculating where to place tents and where to set up the campfire.

“Woah!” A new voice cuts into the group, startling everyone. “You’re blonde!”

Everyone turns to the newcomer standing by the car at the other end of the site. He stands tall with long light brown hair, his smile bright. He almost looks like a picture perched up against his car, looking at you and your brother expectantly.

“What the fuck?” Seungcheol whispers, eyes wide as he stands dumbfoundedly glued to his spot. “Is that really you?”

“I sure hope so.” The stranger smiles back, opening up his arms wide.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your squeal echoes through the forest as you break into a sprint. “JISOO-OPPA!”

“Language!” Your brother yells, reaching out to swat you, only to be a second too late as you ran.

“Woah there!” Jisoo laughs, bracing himself. “Who is this stunning young lady, and what happened to my little Goober?!”

“Oppa!” You’re sobbing now as you leap into his arms. You immediately bury your face into his shoulder as your cries muffle into the fabric of his shirt. Jisoo simply smiles, his hand reaching up to cradle the back of your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist gently.

Jihoon looks to your family. Soonyoung has a large grin on his face as Seokmin is wiping at his eyes, letting out small sniffles here and there. Seungcheol is still glued to his spot before he looks to his soulmate.

“How did you find him? It’s been years.”

“You would be surprised at how easy it is to find someone these days using modern technology, my love.” He smiles, kissing his cheek sweetly.

“I love you so much.” Seungcheol smiles, pulling his soulmate in for a sweet kiss that makes the others coo at the sight.

“Hyung?” Seungkwan asks no one in particular. “Sorry, but who is that?”

“Jisoo, or Joshua, is Cheol-hyung’s childhood friend.” Soonyoung turns to the younger man. “When their mother passed and had to move in with us, they didn’t get the chance to keep in contact. Y/N tried to look for years for Jisoo for Cheol-hyung. I can’t believe Jeonghannie-hyung found him.”

Jisoo keeps his grip tight on you, his own tears glistening delicately in his eyes as he finally glances at his childhood best friend. He opens his arm out, which triggers Seungcheol to finally rush forward, trapping you between both men in a tight hug. Your sobs have grown quieter now as you squeeze him tight, your soulmate doing the best he can to keep his own emotions intact as yours threaten to overtake his own.

It’s weird, Jihoon thinks. It's weird feeling you cry from a positive emotion rather than a negative one. He thinks he could get used to that feeling.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is small and almost shy as you lift your head from Jisoo’s shoulder. He lets out a laugh at the sight of your blotchy cheeks and now puffy red eyes, reaching out and wiping the leftover tears.

“A few weeks ago I got contacted by Jeonghan to ask if I remember two siblings who I grew up with and if I wanted to help him surprise you both.” He smiles down at you, still keeping his arm around your waist.

“It was you?” You turn to Jeonghan, who just smirks proudly. You rush forward to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. “Thank you, Oppa.”

“I know how hard you looked for him, Ladybug.” He pats your head sweetly. “Now go and catch up. We will get everything set up here.”

“Are you sure, babe?” Cheol bites his lip.

“It’s your birthday, darling. It’s fine.” He insists, smiling as he pushes you towards your brother and his friend. You give him one last smile before happily running and tucking yourself under Jisoo’s waiting arm, hugging his waist as he leads you both to a picnic table under one of the many trees.

“Wow, Hyung,” Mingyu smiles. “You’re amazing for finding him for them.”

“Nah,” Jeonghan smiles as he watches the three of you talk, Jihoon keeping his eyes on you as you talk animatedly to Jisoo. “I just love them. You would do the same thing for the ones you love, wouldn’t you?” He glances to Mingyu with a small smile of adoration. It makes Jihoon think. “Now, let’s go grab these tents and set up.”

The sun has just passed the highest peak in the sky when Jeonghan and the others have finished setting up all the sleeping arrangements for everyone, tents scattered about in the secluded camping space. Soonyoung and Seokmin have surprised everyone and brought a large blow up pool that can fit up to five people inside filled with the fluffiest pillows and blankets, planning to camp under the stars with you joining them too. Jeonghan was prepared to scold the couple for their outrageous choice of camping style and even dragging you into their shenanigans, but when he found out it was your idea he begrudgingly accepted, muttering something along the lines of the little trio of misfits being crazy.

Everyone is sitting around where the campfire will be held later in the evening, Mingyu and Junhui cooking lunch on the built-in barbecue at the site while the others relaxed. You and your brother are still close by at the picnic table with Jisoo, the conversation still not having died down since it has begun. Jihoon is sitting closest to the table with Ji-ah by his side in their camping chairs with Mingyu and Wonwoo perched on the other side, keeping the table within the circle of conversation.

You have been overcome with happiness ever since you’ve arrived and Jihoon is content. He doesn’t get many happy feelings from you, and he chooses to relish in it and enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling inside him as he hears you speak with excitement and enthusiasm.

“I still can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” Jisoo smiles, patting your head delicately.

“Well it has been nearly ten years since we’ve last seen each other.” You laugh, shrugging.

“You’re just gorgeous, I can’t believe my little Goober is all grown up!” He wails, throwing his arms around you as your loud laugh hits everyone’s ears. It’s almost a blend of Soonyoung and Seungcheol’s signature laughs that are both equally contagious.

Okay, yeah. Jihoon could get used to that.

“Yep! And I even have tattoos now, Oppa.” You smirk proudly, showing him the little Lovebug on your wrist. “I’m practically a rebel.”

“My little Y/N? A rebel? I simply won’t believe it.” He smiles. “All I remember is the sweet little girl who I used to patch up whenever she fell off her bike while her brother went to go get Eomoni, and would only smile afterwards if we sang our Eodonggie song.”

“Oh dear god.” You whine, slinking down in an attempt to hide, wincing at a nearby voice.

“Eodonggie song, you say?” Jeonghan has made his way to sit next to his soulmate, his mischievous grin returning. “I do say, Shua, please elaborate.”

“Please do not elaborate, Oppa.” You’re desperate now. “Please, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“What reputation?” Soonyoung calls out. “Just last week you and Seokmin made a skit for Theatre about a hungry villain who could only be calmed down by a hero who fed him rice.”

“Shush, you!” You point aggressively at your best friend, making Seungkwan and Hansol laugh.

“That was you?!” Minghao chimes in. “I heard from Haechan that you both really made fools of yourselves.”

“Anything for the ‘gram.” Seokmin slips on a pair of sunglasses, leaning back in his chair.

“But you didn’t even film it, Hyung…” Chan mumbles, the joke going directly over his head.

“I can’t stand you.” You deadpan to Seokmin, who only shrugs.

“It’s a good thing you’re sitting, babe.” Seokmin retorts, only making Wonwoo and the others start giggling when you mouth what Seokmin says as he says it. “Yah you little..” he hisses playfully as you smirk. Jihoon smiles a little.

“There is a reason why these three get along a little too well,” Seungcheol laughs. “They’re all practically the same person.”

“We’re getting off track here,” Jeonghan nudges his soulmate again. “Eodonggie?”

“Ah!” Jisoo smiles. “Y/N used to have this little toy when we were little. It was a yellow bunny that wore a cute little outfit with green pants and a blue plaid shirt. He was pretty ugly, to be honest.”

“Hey!” You smack his arm. “Don’t be mean about my boy!”

“I’m sorry, Goob.” He grins down at you. “The main striking point of this bunny was his cheeks. They were big and round and Y/N used to think it looked like a bum. So, Cheol and I named him Eodonggie and created a little song and made him dance. Whenever she was sad, we would make Eodonggie dance. Would work like a charm every time.”

“That is so sweet!” Ji-ah coos, smiling sweetly as you nod your head enthusiastically at her.

“When we moved in with Soonyoungie’s family, we lost him.” Seungcheol frowns. “Y/N was crushed.”

“Yah, I was not.” You jutt your bottom lip out, cheeks heating up. “I was eleven by then, I had better coping skills by then.”

“Sure you did, Bug.” Your brother smiles, but you keep pouting.

“Oh,” Jisoo looks disappointed. “Did you want me to keep this then, if you’ve grown out of it?”

He pulls the small plush toy from his bag. It looked tatted and worn, but the bum on his face was noticeable.

“EODONGGIE?!” Your eyes widened as you looked up at the man. “Y-you found him?!”

“It was the last thing I had of you both, I couldn’t just throw him away. But if you don’t want-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you’re making grabby hands at the toy, the others laughing heartily as he places it in your hands. You excitedly hug the toy to your chest, cheek resting lovingly on the top of his yellow head. Seungkwan coos sweetly with Mingyu as they watch on with the others.

Jihoon keeps his eyes on you as he watches how delicately and lovingly you hold the little bunny, holding it in front of you as you examine it closely.

“You gave him brain surgery.” Your voice is soft as your finger runs over the top of his head which sported a different coloured thread haphazardly stitched in to keep the fabric intact.

“I had to.” Jisoo nudges your side. “Had to make sure that his brain was full of his memories of you.”

“Oh dear god you’re so corny.” You let out a watery laugh, hugging his side. “Thank you, Oppa. Really.”

“You’re welcome, Goober.” He ruffles your hair with an adoring smile as you quickly climb off the bench, turning around and running towards your two best friends to show them the toy. A few of the others come up to you as you start explaining Eodonggie’s, as you call it, origin story to them. Jihoon stays back with Wonwoo, Junhui and Minghao as you explain to the quote unquote ‘maknae’s’ of the group. He glances over to where your brother still sits with his soulmate and childhood best friend, watching you surrounded by your friends.

“She really has grown up so well.” Jisoo’s voice is quiet.

“She has.” Jeonghan agrees.

“Why am I emotional?” Jisoo laughs.

“Don’t worry, I get that way sometimes too.” Seungcheol is smiling.

“I’m so proud of her. She’s been through way too much.”

“She is incredible.” Seungcheol agrees as they watch you, not knowing that your soulmate was watching too.

He watches your smile the most as you make the toy dance, seemingly recreating the famous Eodonggie dance that Jisoo and Seungcheol made for you. There’s a small smile growing on his face, your happiness literally contagious as it runs through him. Jeonghan watches Jihoon curiously, a focussed frown on his face.

“Are we there yet?” Seokmin whines, leaning against your back as you walk steadily uphill, following your brother and your friends.

“If you were going to complain the whole time, I would’ve made you stay back at the campsite and have the tea ceremony with Minghao, Junhui and Ji-ah.” You grumble, pushing the sweaty man off you.

The sun is beginning to set in the sky, the bright blue of the sky darkening ever-so slightly as you and a few select friends who decided to join you hike up to the top of the nearby mountain to watch it set. You were near the back of the group, holding the leash of Kkuma as she happily climbed up the mountain with you. Jihoon stays at the back with Wonwoo, both men keeping an eye on everyone and making sure nobody gets left behind.

“But I have severe FOMO.” Seokmin drawls.

“FOMO?” Jisoo turns his head to look back at you.

“Fear Of Missing Out.” Seungcheol and Jeonghan sigh at the same time.

“He learnt this word last week and won’t stop bringing it up.” Seungkwan groans, rubbing at his temple.

“You’re just not cool and swaggy like me.” He sticks his tongue out at the younger boy.

“You can stop complaining, babe!” Soonyoung yells from the front of the group, happily jumping from side to side. “We made it!”

Jihoon is the last one to make it to the top, standing at the back of the viewing deck at the top of the mountain, watching you as your eyes wide and sparkling as you take in the breathtaking view.

For as far as the eye can see, the eternal sky doesn’t have a single cloud littering the view. Leading down from the observation deck is a sea of green, the trees from the forest making the sky pop. In the far distance, you can see a cable car leading down into the large city of Busan, and Jihoon smiles as he sees his home town.

“Wow.” You breathe out, staring at the sky as the colours begin to change right in front of your eyes.

“This is incredible!” Chan yells happily, taking out his phone to snap photos with the others.

The other men are taking photos of each other, some making silly poses for their camera rolls, others taking cute couple photos with cheek kisses and hugs galore. Jihoon simply stands to the side, looking at the orangey pink sky with a smile before he spots you moving.

You make your way over to your brother, hugging around his middle as you both look out to the setting sun, head leaning against his shoulder. Jisoo and Jeonghan stand behind you both, giving you the space you need. Jeonghan pulls out your Polaroid camera, snapping a quick photo of you and your brother embracing in front of the sunset, a smile content on his face.

“Hi, Eomma.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Jihoon winces as he hears it clear as day.

“She looks good tonight, doesn’t she?” Seungcheol rubs your shoulder as he glances down at you with a gentle smile.

“She’s only putting it on for you, Oppa.” You bump your hip against his. “You were always the golden child, of course she’d show off when you were looking.”

“Yah!” He barks as you laugh heartily, raising both of your hands in defense.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You giggle as Soonyoung and Seokmin make their way over to you.

“Wonwoo-yah,” Soonyoung smiles sweetly to him. “Could you pretty please take a quick family photo of us?”

“Mhm~.” Wonwoo hums, smiling as Jeonghan makes his way to your brother’s side. You scoop up Kkuma in your arms, holding her close as your best friend and his soulmate shuffle in close.

“Say kimchi!” Seungkwan shouts as you all smile, Wonwoo snapping the picture as Jisoo takes a photo from the Polaroid camera Jeonghan had passed to him.

“Beautiful!” Mingyu grins before placing his phone down on a rock. “Quick, everyone in for the next one!”

“What?” Jihoon’s eyes widen as his wrist gets grabbed by Seungkwan, dragging him into the group, Hansol doing the same to Wonwoo and Chan grabbing Jisoo.

“Smile!” Mingyu coos sweetly as you all pose.

Jihoon simply smiles and throws up a peace sign out of pure habit, being used to Soonyoung’s random photo shoots he used to make him do in middle school, cheeks bright red. Luckily for him, the focal point was not the people posing but the sunset behind them, and Jihoon felt relieved for that fact.

“You guys go on back down whenever you’re ready.” You speak quietly after fifteen minutes of watching the sky. “I want to stay here a bit longer and take a few more pictures.”

“We can stay here too, Bug.” Seungcheol insists, Soonyoung nodding aggressively beside him.

“Junhui would have dinner being made by now, Oppa,” you hum, looking up at him. “The hike is only nearly half an hour, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not gonna leave my little sister up here on her own.”

“You go down, Cheollie.” Jisoo smiles, hand on his shoulder. “I can walk her back down. You go down and we’ll be down once the sun is nearly gone.”

“Are you sure?” He asks nervously.

“Positive. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.” He pats him on the back.

“I’d like to stay up here for a bit too.” Wonwoo smiles. “Take a couple more photos and that. We’ll go back together.”

“I’ll stay too.” Jihoon speaks up, and he blushes when you look at him in surprise. He doesn’t look your way, though. “Home looks good from here. Want to look at it a bit more.”

“See?” Jisoo grins. “She has a whole protection squad to bring her back down. You guys go ahead and we’ll be back soon.”

After a beat of silence, he sighs. “Fine. But if you’re not back by dark, I’m calling a search party.”

“Okay, Dad.” You roll your eyes playfully as he kisses your forehead.

“See you soon.” He hugs you quickly before everyone turns and starts making their way down the mountain.

Once they’re out of sight, you sigh slightly and sit down on the park bench by the viewing deck, taking a few photos on your Polaroid camera as Jisoo sits beside you, Wonwoo and Jihoon standing a few meters away as they both lean on the rails.

“Penny for your thoughts, Goober?” Jihoon hears Jisoo speak. “You seem pretty glum over here.”

“I’m fine.” You frown slightly. “Everything is fine and perfect. I have you back, my brother is having a great birthday trip so far, my family and friends are happy. Why wouldn’t I be happy?” You don’t look up at him.

“Hmm..” he hums slowly. “That’s true, but you didn’t mention yourself in that sentence.”

“I’m all good.”

“If that’s true, then why do you look so broken?”

You pause. Jihoon feels the pain in your stomach begin to rise as you continue to speak to your long lost friend.

“I have no reason to be broken.” You insist, eyebrows furrowing. “I am living a good life. I have a job I love, friends and family who care about me, I can see colour…” your voice teeters off. “I’d be selfish if I was sad, Oppa.”

Jihoon can feel the tears brimming in his eyes at how quiet and tired you sound, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“Y/N…” Jisoo sighs. “You lost your parents in one fell swoop, you and your brother had to be raised by your best friend’s parents while your trash ass father left without a care in the world. And on top of that, Cheol told me that you found the one person who was made for you in this fucked up world and they didn’t want you back.” You wince, a tear rolling down your cheek. Jisoo reaches forward to gently wipe it away. “You have had way too much heartbreak for a girl your age. You’re allowed to be selfish for a little while.”

“I can’t.” You hiccup, shaking your head. “Not now, at least. Not when this weekend is all for Cheol.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be upset if you needed a bit more time to heal.” He reaches over and hugs you to his side, rubbing your back.

“Not right now.” You sniffle, quickly reaching up and wiping at your eyes. “Plus, my soulmate is happy. That’s all I care about, Oppa.”

“What about your happiness?” He frowns.

“They’re happy, I’m happy. That’s kinda Soulmate 101. I can feel what he’s feeling, remember?”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am. Trust me.”

You think you’re being quiet. And to your credit, you are. Jihoon is purposely straining his ears to be able to hear what you’re saying to Jisoo, and with every new thing you say, the more Jihoon knows that he doesn’t deserve you - as a soulmate or as a friend.

“Come on.” Jisoo takes a deep breath, rising from his spot. “It’s getting darker. We better go or else Cheol will have my head.”

“Yeah..” you sigh softly before grabbing your things. “Wonwoo-Oppa?” You call out, snapping Jihoon out of his thoughts as he and his housemate both look over to you. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep, give me a minute.” He smiles at you, Jisoo taking your hand and leading you to the entry of the observation deck. Once you’re a safe distance away, Wonwoo turns to your soulmate. “You okay, Jihoon-ah?”

“Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He responds a little too quickly. Wonwoo just stares at his housemate for a moment before nodding.

“Okay. But if there’s something going on, you know you can tell me, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He hums. “Let’s go, we better catch up.”

Before Wonwoo can answer, Jihoon rushes to catch up with you and Jisoo, Wonwoo sighing and following a beat behind.

“What made you so late?!” A strained voice bellows as you make your way back to the campsite. You pause in your steps, which makes the trio behind you stop as well.

“What the..” you mumble, stepping closer.

“You didn’t pay~” another strained voice responds.

“Oh no.” You groan, reaching up and covering your face.

“What is it?” Jisoo asks quietly, Wonwoo and Jihoon stifling giggles.

“It’s the chaotic duo.” Wonwoo smiles.

“Who?”

“You‘ll see.”

You all round the corner to see Seokmin and Soonyoung standing in front of the table, hunched over and squinting their eyes. The others are seated in a semi-circle around them, either keeping their heads down or burying their faces into their hands.

“Halmo, can I get some doenjjang-jiggae please!” Seokmin says to Soonyoung.

“They’re playing the Don’t Laugh game.” You shake your head as Jisoo stared blankly at the scene unfolding.

“Hey.. you should pay.”

“Excuse me halmo! Can I please get doenjjang-jiggae!”

“He’s crying.” Mingyu can barely breathe as he looks at Hansol, staring pointedly at the ground.

“Vernonnie???” Soonyoung struts over and bends all the way down to look directly at Hansol. “You should pay!”

Jihoon glances to you as he sees your shoulders shaking, small giggles leaving your lips as no one spots you just yet.

“HEY HALMO!” Seokmin makes his way over to Soonyoung.

Seungkwan is holding his breath as he watches the soulmates. “Someone is going to laugh here…”

“Watch this.” You mumble to Jisoo before turning around.

“Aigoo, grannies, please stop!” You muster your best old man voice as you make your way to your friends.

Almost immediately the whole group bursts out laughing, Seokmin and Seungkwan falling to the ground and Soonyoung throwing his head back with laughter.

Jihoon feels himself start to grin along with the others, feeling your giggles rise within him.

“You made it back safe, I see!” Seungcheol breaks the giggle fest, smiling as he hugs you.

“Yep, and in one piece, would you believe?” You raised your eyebrow with a smile.

“I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it myself.” He ruffled your hair, making you whine and shove him. “Go and get a plate, Junhui’s just finished cooking.

“I will in a sec, I need to go to the bathrooms.”

“Y/N?” Jihoon’s girlfriend stood near you as you spoke. “Sorry… I don’t want to be a bother but can I come with you to the bathrooms?”

“Hm?” You turn to Ji-ah, Jihoon’s eyes wide as he watches you both speak. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You smile at her.

There’s no point being rude to her, you think. She didn’t do anything wrong. And you don’t think you could purposely be mean if you tried. Seungcheol says it’s one of your worst faults.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles as she steps to you, and you offer to link arms with her. Your smile is soft and genuine, and Jihoon hates himself even more at your pure kindness. Ji-ah links her arm with yours as you walk together to the bathrooms.

“Go fix up a plate, guys.” Seungcheol smiles at Jihoon, Wonwoo and Jisoo. “There’s plenty to go around!” He pats Jisoo on the back as they walk to the table together, Jihoon watching his soulmate and his girlfriend walk away together.

“Thank you again for inviting me on this trip, Y/N,” Ji-ah smiles at you.

“Really, it’s no problem at all.” You smile back as you walk to the building a small distance away.

“Are you sure? I mean, your brother barely knows me and I feel bad sort of… hijacking?”

“Oh please,” you giggle. “It’s so fine. Oppa knows Jihoon-ssi through Soonie, snd by default, soulmates are invited.” The last part slips past your lips before your brain and comprehend what just came out of your mouth.

“Oh,” she laughs, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Hoon-ah isn’t actually my soulmate.”

You act surprised. “What?” You gasp. Thank god for your acting skills. “Really?”

“Yeah..” she laughs awkwardly. “I mean, he’s a great guy and all which is obviously why we are dating… but yeah.. I already have a soulmate. He moved away when I was still in middle school and haven’t seen him again since.”

“Oh…” you trail off slowly.

“Oh god.” Ji-ah’s eyes widen. “I-I’m so sorry!” She looks at you worriedly. “I didn’t want to bring up bad memories of your parents because I’m doing the same thing your fathe-”

“Oh, no,” you pat her arm. “Really, don’t stress.” You smile reassuringly. “I won’t judge. Honest.”

“And it’s not forever with Jihoon anyway,” she keeps babbling like word vomit. “We both made a pact that as soon as my soulmate comes back or if he finds his, we’d break this whole thing off!”

“Ji-ah,” you assure her. “It’s…” your brain catches up with her words and you feel the pit in your stomach begin to form. “A pact?”

Ji-ah’s words start running through your head as the realization sets in. Her words begin to drown out as you realize what she’s saying. They were never a forever thing. As soon as her soulmate found her again, or if Jihoon were to find his soulmate, they’d be with their person.

But Jihoon knew who his soulmate was. He knows who it was and he still chose to break the pact to keep Ji-ah.

Fuck. That stung.

You weren’t even good enough to have even after Jihoon went through his whole relationship with Ji-ah with the sole end game being to be with his soulmate.

You blink after your eyes focus once again to a frantic Ji-ah.

“Hey,” you take her arm. “It’s alright, really. You’re your own person that makes your own choices. I’m not going to treat you like crap just because it’s something my father did.” You force a smile now. Every word you spoke felt like your throat was being stabbed.

It hurt to lie.

“Are you sure?” She asks nervously and you nod with a little smile.

“Positive.”

Jihoon lifts his head from his lap as he spots you and Ji-ah walking back to the site. He had felt a sharp pain in his chest five minutes ago, and he hasn’t been able to sit still since. When he sees you and his girlfriend walking back towards them, he keeps a close eye on you. Your eyes stay focused on your feet as you march your way to your brother.

“I made you a plate, Bug!” Cheol smiles, patting the spot between him and Jisoo for you.

“Not hungry.” You mumble, your hair shielding your face as you reach for a bottle of soju in the middle of the table.

Jihoon watches your brother, his soulmate, and your best friend all look between each other with wide eyes. You twist the top of the bottle open, taking a swift swig of the alcoholic drink before leaning against your brother's side in silence.

He feels nothing. He hasn’t felt anything from you since the sharp pain in his chest moments ago, and now he’s worried. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone at the table around you, taking another sip of your soju as Jisoo’s hand rubs at your back absentmindedly, looking at Seungcheol for an explanation.

Jihoon rises from his seat as Ji-ah has stopped to talk to Mingyu about something, turning around and walking to a small clearing in the forest to clear his head. It almost feels clogged, riddled with hundreds of questions and endless scenarios playing all at once. He winces and rubs at his temples before jumping at the sound of a twig snapping behind him, not realizing he had been followed.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees Jeonghan standing in front of him, a deep frown on his face and arms crossed. He is glaring at your soulmate with a scowl.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

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Sukuna, funny, "You seem really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?"🌶️please🫶

Oh man, idk why but I really struggled with this one! I think it's cause I always get in my head and worry that you guys won't vibe with my comedy?? I don't know. BUT in the end, I'm happy with the result!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, and a reader that just wants to know peace

Sukuna leaned back in the natural hot springs, closing his eyes and letting the warm water relax his sore muscles. He hated it here. The hot water made the oppressive, muggy summer air even more suffocating, and the open nature of the hot springs left him vulnerable to attack. But supposedly, emphasis on supposedly, the water had a healing property. It was supposed to mend his wounds, give him more energy, a longer life, amazing head, or some shit like that. This water was supposed to be God's gift to man according to the village's religious radicals, but so far the only thing it was giving Sukuna was heat stroke. 

"Oh, I'm sorry My Lord, I didn't think you'd be here," a familiar voice said. Sukuna slowly opened his eyes and let a grin slip. Before him stood his favorite concubine. Maybe this spring could do good on one of its promises after all. "May I join you?" You asked.

"You may." Ryomen said, his eyes burning into you as you dropped your robe. Sukuna had seen your naked form countless times before, and every time excited him more than the last. You were beautiful, more breathtaking than any mere mortal had any right to be. And you were all his. Who wouldn't be excited about that? He watched your every movement like a hawk: the way you slowly lowered yourself into the water, how your chest puffed out when you went to stretch your shoulders, and the glimmer in your eye when you caught him staring. 

"Enjoying the show?" You asked. 

"Isn't that joke a little over done?" He asked back, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but giggle. 

"Ok, fine then, be like that. I just won't banter with you anymore" you shrugged, playfully sticking your tongue out at him 

"You should put that tongue back in your mouth before I give you something to do with it." Sukuna warned, raising an eyebrow to prove the point. 

"I can't tell if that's a threat or an invention to be honest," you confessed, throwing his expression back at him. He shrugged in return. 

"I'm waiting to find out which one it is myself." He admitted

"Well keep waiting." You scoffed, "I'm here to get clean, not harassed by a pervert."

"Why not do both?" 

"Because I get enough of the latter at the temple I live at. The lord of the place is obsessed with me," you faux bragged, "every time he sees me he has to put his hands on me in some way, or his cock inside me."

"He sounds like a great guy." Sukuna grinned, "he has great taste in women, I bet he's smart too. And handsome and-"

"Deeply annoying." You cut him off before he could get too full of himself. "He's an arrogant bastard with zero control of his temper. Honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't killed me yet." To be fair, Sukuna was shocked he hadn't killed you yet too. He'd thought about it, countless times. Hell, he was thinking about it right now. But, something about you was too endearing to him for him to actually go through with the act.

“With a mouth like that, I’m shocked too. You must be a phenomenal lay.” In theory, that was Sukuna dolling out one of his rare compliments, though, the tone of voice had the edge of an insult to it. Not being really sure how to respond, you focused on your original goal: bathing and relaxing. You cupped your hands under the water, bringing it up and letting it flow over your head and limbs. You could feel scarlet eyes studying your body as you did so, watching the way spring trickled down the curves of your body. You looked over at the king of curses, and was positive that this is what a mouse felt like once an owl decided it was for dinner.

“You look thirsty!” You said, trying to take your nerve back, “Have you considered drinking any water?”

“No actually, I haven’t.” Sukuna said, swimming over to you. He brushed a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, sending cool shivers down your spine, “It’s a good idea though.”

“Thanks, I thought of it all by myself.” you beamed. He couldn’t help but smirk back as he took your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Did you now?” he hummed, “Well in that case, I have to try it.” He picked you up under the water and rested you on his hips, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. You already weighed next to nothing to him, but thanks to the water you might as well have been made of air. His lips found your collar bone. He ran his tongue up your neck, lapping up the water that was dripping down it.

Which…was quite frankly unsanitary as hell, and definitely not recommended. But I mean, He was a curse so, what did he have to fear from doing that? Dying? Hardly. And besides, the little sounds you made as he left his mark on you made it worth it. You felt his teeth dig into you, right where your jaw met your neck, and felt the subsequent bruise bloom there. You tangled your fingers into his fluffy pink hair, tugging softly as you happily accepted his affections. He moved the two of you to the edge of the water, and laid you down on the bank, spreading your legs nice and pretty for him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone, “ Sukuna noted, placing a villainously gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I mean, we're technically not alone now,” You reminded him, never having been one to hold your tongue, “Anyone could walk up on us at any moment.”

“Good.” Sukuna chuckled, “I hope they do.” Before you could say anything smart, Ryomen ran his tongue along your slit and to your clit, sucking sharply at the bundle of nerves. You yelped in response, both hands finding his hair again as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth sent electric ripples of pleasure through you, turning you into putty in his hands. 

“Fu-fuck me..” You muttered softly, only for annoyance to fill you as he removed his head from in between your thighs. 

“Really, that fast?” He asked, attempting to move up your body. Key word, attempting as you very quickly pushed him back down.

“Oh no, you’re not done down there yet.”

“But you said-!”

“Get to work!” you demanded. Ryomen rolled his eyes, trying to hide his chuckle as he resettled in between your legs. Any other woman would have been slaughtered for such disrespect, but you knew you were special; and you had no intention of using that power for good. Ryomen worked quicker this time, licking his initials into your clit while two of his long fingers slipped inside you, quickly finding your g-spot. Molten heat pooled in your stomach with every movement from him, building up into an inferno of bliss and desire. 

“Fuck Ryo-!” You tried to warn him, but pleasure overtook you before you could, a volcano erupting inside of you spreading hellfire and ecstasy through every corner of your body. Your legs clamped down around Ryomens head, locking him in place. Not that he was complaining, he gladly ate you out though your climax, feeling the way your thighs trembled around his temples. You gushed into his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. Yea, he couldn't really breath super well, but that was fine with him. Really, what better way to die than in between the legs of a beautiful woman?

Before he could make peace with whatever higher power he was about to meet though, your legs went limp. Jagged breaths raked through your body, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You looked adorable like that, vulnerable and dazed from pleasure. He pulled you back into the water with him, bracing you on his hips. 

“Feel good, slut?” He asked, already positioning you over his cock. 

“So good..” You muttered, bracing yourself for what you knew was next, “You did a good job, like eight outta ten.”

“Well, you- wait, only eight?!” He was so genuinely offended by the number you had to laugh at him.

“That’s what I said,” You shrugged, “You’ve done better.”

“I’ll show you better,” He growled, lowering you into his thick cock. Your body tensed at the feeling, and the tight sound you let out was a little more than embarrassing. “Let's go for a perfect score this time.” He chuckled. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders as he nestled himself inside of you, stretching you to your very brink. No matter how many times you took Sukuna, it always felt like the first, and it always made you feel dizzy with pleasure. 

“You feel so fucking good,” He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, perfectly stroking your g-spot, “It’s almost like you were made to be my cocksleeve.” he set a punishing pace, using the water to help bounce you on him. It reawakened your previously fried nerves, making you feel alive with electricity. A coil started to quickly form in your stomach, your overly sensitive body treating every tingle it felt like an explosion. You moaned out his name. Or at least you were pretty sure you did. Honestly, your senses were kinda hazy right now, the only thing that felt real was the cock absolutely punishing your insides.

“You were a lot of talk before slut, what happened?” Sukuna mocked, “What happened? Nothing left to say.”

“Fuck you.” You moaned out.

“You are.” Sukuna noted. He could feel his own climax coming on fast. You were warm, and the way your cunt pulled him in made him feel feral. He had to do something quick, because he’d be damned if he came before you did. You screamed as you felt a warm tongue lap at your clit, the new stimulation sending you into overdrive. You looked down into the clear water to see he opened another mouth. It was an obscene display. 

“Enjoying the show?” Sukuna laughed. You growled as you bit down on his neck, which only added fuel to his fire. 

“You're gonna have to bite harder than that to leave a mark Y/n.” he said, punctuated with a particularly rough thrust. It sent you overboard, spiraling head first into bliss. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and your blood felt like it was made of smoke. You felt light as wave after wave of euphoria overtook you, pulling you under the sea of endorphins.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind. The clenching of your cunt coupled with the way your teeth sank into him brought him over, cumming deep inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs, drawing your pleasure out for every seconds he could. In the aftermath he leaned against the bank of the spring, holding you close to his chest while you regained the strength to walk back to the temple. 

“So how was that?” Suluna asked, running his claws through your hair. You laughed a bit and nodded.

“Nine out of ten.”

“Nine?!”

[achedelatto]

This is kind of elaborate comment on my first impression of Dr. Watson in Granada version of Holmes

Finally, after lots of hesitation on my side, i started my watch of granada holmes today. Right now, actually. I’m watching it, paused to write this, being halfway into the episode. I’m watching what is presumably the first in the series - A Scandal in Bohemia. I really hope it’s that, because, according to the wikipedia, the order of episodes is rather strange.

Based on what i gathered from the other adaptations i watched and from the acd original, from where i stand at the moment, i expect granada version to be the most accurate in portrayal of its main characters- Sherlock and Watson, in terms of appearance, personality and their dynamic. And thats the goal i was guided with while beginning this series.

In pinterest i stumbled across a lot of screenshots from the show, and from Watson’s looks i’ve already pictured for myself how he would be. He looks incredibly serious , with furrowed eyebrows and intense look and looking quitee. Okay im not gonna try and cherry-pick my wording - dude looks like a total hunk of a man, bro got SHAPES. Which has immediately stricken me as a difference from Soviet Holmes (and any other adaptation i’ve seen, for that matter), where Watson appears as a rather wiry individual. In acd he also first appeared as thin. However, in the book and in soviet holmes he had just returned from the war, while in granada, as we find out from Watson, it’s been several years since he moved in with Holmes (im getting incredibly curious with each second about why they didnt choose to savor the sweet moment of their first meeting) , i was quite happy to see this him evidently getting more healthy. That was the first thing i noticed while watching and what, consequently, has endeared me.

So yea, back to the seriousness. I presumed he would be a man who takes no shit from anyone, stubborn, and the one who keeps it to himself. Or calm as the universe like some major mcnabbs, who agrees with everything and never gets surprised with things (or so it seems). However, when he entered that appartment in the series, i was astonished to discover how…incredibly silly he is. Not only has he a higher voice than i expected (I’ve got nothing against it, it just subverted my expectations more than i could predict), in his conversation with Holmes about the case i caught that childlike wonder! He’s so fascinated!! He also - very, very much - acts like a mom friend. He is a mom friend! While he, not without a bit of gentleman’s prudish manner teaches his friend about the dangers of cocaine, i could see that he really, really cares about Holmes. What a protective lot i see. And he is also made awkward pretty easily, that i also noticed. Silly, as i said. Heavens, how delighted i was to invite that vision with his rather intimidating looks. He still takes no shit from others, thats true, but he is simultaneously so… he seems like he has a simpler approach to life than i could ever imagine.

In conclusion - i find Watson quite canon so far, and like his portrayal. Although i felt like canon Watson thinks more of himself. If you know what i mean. Please, continue, Granada series, happy to get to know you at last.

This comment would probably be followed by a post on Sherlock from this series, then by the post on their dynamic in particular, because both things need to show themselves more, as i proceed with the series.

Thank you for your attention, hopefully granada fans, if they ever find this, wouldn’t be too enraged with some of my takes that could be problematic, after all, i just started the show and mean no harm:)

[hitomisuzuya]

Tighnari x fem!reader. Appreciation for Tighnari's charming ears. Some touches of smut here and there. Mentions of mating.

a/n: Hello, everyone. I am back to feeling more like myself. Yesterday just threw me off in a way I didn't like or expect. Thank you for all the support everyone has given me. Please, enjoy.

Tighnari remembered the day that he knew you were going to be his mate very clearly.

It had been the day you had asked to touch his ears. Tighnari could tell that you had been dying to ask him ever since you'd began your duties as a Forest Ranger almost two years ago.

In particular, Tighnari remembered how good you smelled the most that day.

"What is it, y/n? It looks like there is something you want to ask me?" Tighnari said, knowing exactly what was coming. It was a common question and one he generally turned down. His ears were a sensitive, intimate place for him. He made the rare exception every now and then, but there was just something about you.

The thought of your hands on his ears excited him in a way that Tighnari didn't think was possible. He had no interest in even finding a mate before. But here you were, tempting him for the first time.

Tempting him to give into the primal instinct to mate and breed in a romantic way.

"I'm sorry, Tighnari. But, I really want to touch your ears. Just a little bit," You blushed shyly, biting your lower lip in a way that almost made him groan. It made his tongue dance behind his lips for you. "It's okay if you say no, I'll understand."

Tighnari hated how disappointed he thought you sounded when you thought of him saying no. You were being humble and considerate of him in a way he didn't think any human would act towards him. He didn't think they had the brains to fathom the thought of such a simple concept like consideration.

But here again, you'd turned all of his logic and careful thinking on its head.

"It's just, when a girl sees a pair of cute ears like yours, she just has to touch and feel them just once. Just once would be enough for me. I won't take long, I promise," You continued. He didn't miss the way your pretty, capable fingers seemed to twitch in excitement.

Tighnari found out that day he couldn't say no to you. And he genuinely really wanted you to touch his ears, so he relented, his ears giving a subtle twitch of excitement.

He didn't miss the way your eyes lit up.

"It's fine, you can. It's not that big a deal, despite what it might look like," Tighnari replied, crossing his arms. A blush spread across his cheeks.

"Thank you, Tighnari," You said, grinning before reaching up to gently grasp his ears. When you said thank you, his ears flicked again, but in appreciation for you this time.

His heart fluttered.

"Your ears are so soft and warm. I think they are most charming thing about you, actually." You giggled, completely content by such a little action. His head tilted into your hand little by little.

His tail flicked now. Every word you said was completely endearing.

Your hands rubbed along his ears. Tighnari dearly hoped you would go on. You did. "Especially the tips. They make me want to nibble on them. Just a little. But I won't do that unless you want me to."

Tighnari practically felt destiny tilt off it's axis, intertwining your destiny with his. His thoughts were now consumed with what you would look like underneath him as he marked and claimed you for his mate.

How it would be feel if you tugged on his ears in the heat of passion and pleasure.

Mate, he thought.

I have found my mate.

Tighnari had never been more sure of anything in his life.

[goodolddumbbanana]

There are so many things to analyse for today's episode, omg.

Especially the way Dark Sun talks with Sun.

Something very endearing about how, Dark Sun, like I said before, still thinks of himself as Sun. Like, instead of distinguishing himself and Sun, or think of himself as more superior like Moon with Nexus, I feel like he sees Sun as a past version of himself, the one who hasn't got tired of Moon yet, the one who still naive.

"I am speaking of myself, for myself..."

"He isn't at that level... Yet"

"I can't believe how naive I was..."

He never talks bad about Sun's intelligence, never in every single episode when Dark Sun shows up.

"... Unlike you, I don't hold such bad manners about my name.."

"... And Sun was preoccupied..."

When he talked with Puppet, when he mentioned about Sun, he never said Sun is not important because he is dumb. No, what he said was Sun's focus was in another place back then.

Lunar, Moon, Nexus, Puppet... A Lot of people even if they are Sun's family or they care and love Sun, they still usually look down at Sun's capacity or intelligent. Even Moon, sure, he is much nicer than he is back then, but he still thinks Sun is a bad actor and doesn't believe in Sun's capacity to handle himself, or to fool Ruin.

He only criticises Sun's naivety, or Sun's lack of confidence in learning everything.

Sun is not stupid, of course. But his trauma makes his head blank and he gives up on things very fast. Like the thing with magic, portal or things with machines. He even gives up to save Moon because he doesn't think he can cast magic.

The only time he keeps going, the only time he tries to find things his way and never gives up and try to find solutions is the time he tries to kill Eclipse v2.

It does not end well.

It seems like, the way Dark Sun sees Sun, is like the parent seeing their kid doesn't live up for its potential.

"I hope the next time we meet, you will grow a spine, Sun."

That is what I don't understand. Or hardly understand that term. Why, Dark Sun said that to Sun, when obviously, Sun doesn't put up with any of his bullshit.

Like, Dark Sun wants Sun to open his eyes, but...? It doesn't make any sense!!? Unless, Dark Sun wants Sun to see his way and choose his way? Dark Sun wants Sun to be more active? Or, he wants Sun to eat Moon's brain?

Just like how in Nothing happens dimension, sun sees NHD! Sun is naive and doesn't have any backbone by how Moon treats This Sun. Does it mean, what Dark Sun implied is... Sun needs to be more aggressive and try to do things his way?

They are obviously machines. By that count, Sun can be upgraded to be more intelligent than he is by now. But he chooses not too, or he doesn't think any of that, because he is scared.

When Sun is terrified, he usually just freezes. He doesn't know if the way he decides things, will make it worse or not. And with how anxious and failure he built up in these years, to grow day by day, I don't blame him for being like that.

Still, there is something very intriguing about how Dark Sun speaks with Sun with that level of patience, or such gentle manners we only see nearly, not enough, on Foxy.

Sideline: I hate that Dark Sun doesn't argue back when Moon said he doesn't see Nexus as his brother. Because it can interfere with many things.

1. Moon is right, Nexus is only a tool and Dark Sun only uses him. But because Dark Sun hates to see Moon being right, he directed the conversation and threw it out of the window.

2. Deep inside, Dark Sun truly thinks of Nexus as his brother, the one he makes, the one who stayed with him. He still uses him though.

3. 1 and 2 combined.

Or I just think too deep and I hope it doesn't happen.

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Love Bites (But you don’t mind) (Yandere!Vampire!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Vampire Queen!Scarlet Witch x willing!lesbian!simp!female!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: Most people would probably find spending eternity with a vampire-superwitch to be frightening. 

But here’s the thing? You’re not most people. And she is gorgeous.

(CW: Blood, (I mean, it’s a vampire fic so that’s kind of a given) blood-sucking, idk what else, reader being a simp I guess. )

Author’s Note: I’m back, I’m gay, and you simps wanted this and more. Honestly if this keeps up, I might as well make it its own series/category. 

Reader is 18+.

The vampire queen stands over your unconscious body; she hasn’t taken blood yet, but she’s taken a liking to you. Her dark hair flows in the wind that blows throughout her castle.

“Such a sweet little thing,” she sighs as she sits on the edge of the bed next to you. “Fate has finally brought us together, and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

She brushes a soft hand over your cheek, and you begin to stir. Her heart skips a beat as your eyes flutter open. Wait, this isn’t your bedroom.

“What the...?” you groan. “Where the hell am I?”

“Your new home.”

You look to see probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Your sweet little lesbian heart is pounding as your eyes widen, and it’s not just to let in more light.

“My...huh?”

Wanda smiles as she cups your cheek.

“When I first saw you....you took over my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to have you to myself. Don’t even think about running away. I know the ins and outs of this castle--”

“Wait, wait wait wait.....” You’re confused. “You actually think I want to escape?”

Now she’s the confused one.

“Well....yes. That’s how most people act around a vampire queen superwitch.”

That makes you pause.

“Wait, you’re a vampire queen and a superwitch and you’re gorgeous as hell? Damn, now I never wanna leave!”

She’s at a loss for words as you hug onto her.

“Mommy....” you sigh excitedly. “Oh mommy......please bite me. Take all the blood you want. Fuck it, drain me dry!”

“....Wha...what?”

You tilt your head to one side and point to your exposed neck.

“Right here, my neck and my blood are all yours.”

“...Is this.....is this a joke?”

“Mommy, I would never joke about you taking my blood. Oh wait! Should I eat or drink something to make it sweeter? Do you like fruity blood? I’ve got plenty.”

Wanda laughs in a mixture of shock, endearment, awe.

“Sweet little (y/n), are you serious about not leaving me?”

“Deadass.” There’s no hesitation from you. “You could drain me dry and my last words would be ��thank you, my queen.’“

Wanda’s face flushes scarlet. 

“You....really want me to drink your blood?”

“Please?” There’s a begging tone on your voice. “My neck is ready!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please!”

Wanda has to take a moment to recover.

“Do you want me to hypnotize you so you don’t feel the pain?”

“No, please. Just....I wanna feel it.”

That’s....unexpected. But she’s not gonna complain.

“Alright then.” Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper, running a chill down your spine as she gently places her hands on your shoulders. What a sweet, delicate thing you are. Despite you wanting to feel it, she still wants to be gentle. Her fangs grow in and she decides on a halfway point of plunging her fangs right in and slowly biting in. 

You feel the fangs in your neck as she begins to take your blood.

“You have such delicious and sweet blood.” Wanda’s voice purrs in your mind in a low whisper. “The best I’ve ever had; such a delectable blend of fruit. It’s addicting.”

“Take all you wish,” you sigh happily. 

“Oh, sweet girl; I don’t wish to drain you dry, though. I want you as my precious princess; I can’t have you that way if you’re dead, and I can’t drink your blood if you’re a vampire....perhaps I could make you an immortal human.”

Your eyes light up at this idea.

“Yes, yes, please! I wanna spend eternity with you, mommy!”

“Very well....once I finish drinking this delightful blood of yours, I shall make you immortal, my precious (y/n).”

You begin to feel giddy, and you’re not sure if it’s from joy or lightheadedness, but you’re fine with either. Once she removes her fangs, she notices that you look a little pale.

“Oh dear,” she sighs. “It would seem I took too much. Shall we rest together?”

With a sweet, lovestruck smile on your face, you nod, making Wanda giggle.

“What an adorable princess you are.” She conjures up some first-aid supplies and cleans up the bite marks to avoid infection before giving you a large glass of water, helping you drink it before laying you down on the bed. She lays next you, pure love in her eyes.

“I can’t wait to spend eternity with you, sweet (y/n).”

She brings you close, causing you to snuggle up with her. Are you never gonna get to see the outside world again? Probably not. But hey, you have a loving vampire queen/superwitch girlfriend, so the way you see it....

Eternity just got a million times better.

[pin-k-ink]

BENEATH HUMAN SKIN ⋆✦⋆ ulquiorra schiffer

synopsis ➸ after ulquiorra is resurrected by orihime, you’re tasked with taking him in—a bitter twist of fate given the memories of your time as his prisoner. stripped of his power and bound to a fragile human body, he’s now completely dependent on you for survival. at first, you’re repulsed by the idea of caring for the very man who once held you captive, but as days pass, you find yourself drawn to the complexities of his new existence. with each lesson in humanity you’re forced to teach him, the lines between resentment and compassion begin to blur in ways you never expected.

chapter eleven — a day to remember

pairing ➸ ulquiorra schiffer x reader

word count ➸ 7.8k

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A strange weight on your chest slowly roused you from the depths of slumber. As your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lighting of the living room, they landed on the source of the pressure - a fluffy calico cat casually grooming itself atop your torso.

"Oh my gosh!"

You couldn't stop the delighted squeal that burst forth, thoroughly startling the feline. It went rigid, yellow eyes widening comically before relaxing once it registered your adoring gaze.

Wasting no time, you reached out and scooped the cat into your arms, nuzzling its soft fur as it began purring contentedly. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" you cooed, heart swelling with pure joy at this unexpected houseguest. "Where did you come from, you precious little muffin?"

"From outside," a deep, familiar baritone cut in, immediately deflating some of your elation. "Honestly, woman. Must you always squeal and fawn over such trivial earthly creatures?"

You shot Ulquiorra a halfhearted glare as he emerged from the shadowy kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest. The former Espada was studying you and your new furry companion with an inscrutable expression. Despite his gruff demeanor, you couldn't help but notice the faint scratches marring the backs of his hands along with...was that water glistening in the calico's damp fur?

"Ulquiorra, did you give this poor thing a bath?" You giggled at the mere idea, equal parts amused and endeared. Leave it to the ultra-serious hollow to properly bathe a stray before bringing it inside.

Rather than answer, Ulquiorra simply leveled you with an unmoved look that made it clear the subject was closed for discussion. With a small huff, you turned your attention back to the purring bundle warming your chest.

"Well, since Sir Grumpypants over there won't explain how you got here, I guess I'll have to name you myself," you mused out loud, gently scratching behind one tawny ear. The cat's bright yellow eyes slitted in pure bliss as it leaned into your ministrations.

"How about...Reginald?" You bit back a grin at Ulquiorra's immediate scowl. "No? Okay, uhh...Fluffernutter? Sergeant Whiskers?"

"Woman." The flat rumble of Ulquiorra's warning told you he was quickly losing patience with your antics. "Must you saddle the creature with such ridiculous human appellations?"

"Oh loosen up, Ulquiorra," you shot back glibly, delighting in the flash of irritation across his striking features at the cheesy endearment. "Clearly this little guy needs a cute name befitting his adorable face. Like...Cinnabun!"

You beamed at the orange tabby sprawled smugly across your chest, entirely pleased with yourself. "Yeah, I'm calling you Cinnabun. It's the perfect fit for such a sweet little sugarpuff!"

A disgusted huff from the former Espada's direction only made you grin wider. Clearly Ulquiorra didn't share your enthusiasm for the oh-so-fitting moniker. But you didn't mind - in that moment, a simple burst of joy at scoring an unexpected furry companion overrode any remaining questions about the circumstances surrounding its appearance.

As you lost yourself in a fresh wave of cooing and cuddling the newly-christened Cinnabun, you missed the smallest of soft exhales slipping past Ulquiorra's normally steely composure. His bright eyes drifted over the pair of you - taking in the radiant delight effusing from your expression with careful intensity.

For long moments, Ulquiorra remained utterly motionless, studying the picture you made snuggled up with the purring calico. Something about your unbridled joy and contentment in that moment sparked an unfamiliar warmth within his chest. Seeing your features so unguarded and alight with simple happiness was...strangely captivating.

As if drawn by the radiant energy emanating off you, Ulquiorra found himself slowly gravitating closer without conscious thought. His eyes traced the gentle curves of your smiling lips, the way your lashes fanned across flushed cheeks, the unbridled affection gleaming in your gaze as you nuzzled Cinnabun's soft fur. There was an innocent beauty to your rapture that the former Espada couldn't help but drink in with quiet reverence.

However, the longer he watched your tender ministrations and cooing endearments towards the cat, the more an unpleasant twinge began needling at Ulquiorra's chest. He frowned faintly as an unfamiliar, prickling heat started to simmer in his core - completely at odds with the tranquil warmth from moments before.

Unconsciously, his hands curled into loose fists as his bright eyes narrowed incrementally. Suddenly your open adulation towards the simple feline seemed almost...mocking in nature. As if silently taunting him with the reality that this base creature could so effortlessly captivate you in a way his ancient, sublime essence never could.

The thought made that simmering vexation within Ulquiorra's chest flare with startling abruptness into a licking broil of possessiveness and affront. Before his mind could properly process the strange compulsions now taking root, he found himself prowling forward with purposeful strides until he loomed over you both.

"That's enough," he stated flatly, tone brooking no argument as he extended one hand towards Cinnabun. "You've indulged this foolish human fancy long enough. Give the beast to me now."

You blinked up at him owlishly, arms tightening around the cat's warm body in open defiance of his demand. "What? No way, Ulquiorra! I just got my new precious sugarpuff and you're already trying to steal him away?"

Despite your petulant tone, you couldn't quite suppress the tiny shiver of intrigue that raced down your spine at the weighted intensity of Ulquiorra's unblinking emerald stare. Something about his eyes in that moment - burning with banked embers you couldn't quite place. It made your breath hitch before you forcibly shook off the thrill attempting to seize you.

"No dice, buster," you declared with mock severity, lifting your chin in a show of defiance. "This little cinnamon roll is mine now. If you want cuddles too, you'll just have to wait your turn."

For a beat, tension stretched taut between you as Ulquiorra's mouth thinned into a flat line of displeasure. Then, without preamble, he reached down and scooped Cinnabun from your arms with one deft, yet surprisingly gentle motion.

"Hey!" You yelped in dismay, sitting upright as the calico was plucked away with nary a struggle. "Ulquiorra, give him back right this instant!"

But the former Espada simply turned away, depositing the confused cat onto the floor as if you were an afterthought. Cinnabun shook out his ruffled fur, sniffing the air in clear uncertainty before sauntering off to explore his new territory. Meanwhile, you gaped openly at the hollow now refocusing that smoldering stare fully onto you.

"Much better," he stated with finality, emerald eyes raking over you with a weighted look you couldn't decipher. "Now I can bask in your full, undivided ardor like it should be."

Your mouth worked silently for a beat as your brain struggled to catch up. Was he...jealous of you fawning over Cinnabun like that? The realization crashed over you with startling abruptness, making you flush hotly clear to the tips of your ears.

Before you could formulate a scathing response or demand further explanation, your gaze landed upon the empty space in your phone case that had previously housed your birthday note from...whoever that had been from again. Pieces began clicking together with dismaying swiftness.

"Ulquiorra..." You breathed his name in quiet revelation, eyes snapping back up to meet his piercing stare. "That little card from my birthday - you saw it, didn’t you?"

He regarded you in stoic silence for a prolonged heartbeat, jade irises betraying not a whisper of validation or denial. Just when you were certain he wouldn't reply, Ulquiorra tilted his chin down in the barest hint of acknowledgement before sweeping past to resettle in his usual spot on the floor.

"Figured you'd stop moping about sooner or later and make the connection," he muttered gruffly, avoiding your wide-eyed look of realization. "That worthless creature was simply an easy distraction until you wised up."

Despite his words, you couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips as affection swelled anew in your chest. Clearly Ulquiorra was far too abrasive and stoic to ever admit the sheer sweetness of him gifting you Cinnabun as a belated birthday present after what happened before. But that alone meant more than he would ever know.

So rather than prodding the prideful former hollow further, you simply heaved yourself off the couch and settled down beside him - slinging your legs across his lap in a subtle reclamation of his undivided focus. Sure enough, Ulquiorra immediately went still, radiating waves of that palpable, undivided intensity you'd missed without realizing until now.

"Thank you..." you breathed at last, hunching your shoulders a bit self-consciously. "Seriously, Ulquiorra. Cinnabun is the best belated birthday gift I could've asked for."

His only response was a faintly dismissive "Hmph" noise that you knew meant your words had hit their intended target. With a final smile, you snuggled deeper into his solid warmth and surrendered yourself to the soothing crackle of the fire and Cinnabun's distant purring as he busied himself exploring every nook of his new domain.

The living room lapsed into easy quiet for a time - the two of you simply coexisting in that fragile little pocket of peace like it was the most natural, sacred thing in the cosmos. Just when you felt the first licks of drowsy contentment beginning to reclaim you, however, Ulquiorra's gruff baritone sliced through the tranquility once more.

"We're not...keeping the idiot name."

You grinned into the darkness, already feeling the first thrills of a new lively debate sparking between your souls over the merits of "Cinnabun's" moniker. Just as you opened your mouth to launch a spirited defense of the cutesy name, however, Ulquiorra pressed on in a tone laced with uncharacteristic hesitance.

"This... foolish feline," he began gruffly. "You're truly satisfied with such a paltry replacement for a proper commemoration of your birth?"

You paused, lips still parted as you processed his unexpected question. For a heartbeat, the weight of his bright emerald stare seemed to bore straight through you with naked intensity - as if he could dissect the honesty of your answer from the smallest twitch or reaction.

Unconsciously, your gaze drifted back towards where Cinnabun currently snoozed in a patch of weak moonlight filtering in through the blinds. The calico rose and fell with each tiny snuffle of contentment, paws and whiskers twitching occasionally in response to whatever he chased through the fields of dreamland. Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth at the precious sight.

Still...there was something about Ulquiorra's uncharacteristic tone - almost as if he were fishing for validation of whether his gift had truly hit the intended mark or not. This mattered to him more than he would admit outright. And that realization sent a tiny spark of mischief flickering to life in your chest.

"Hmmm..." you hummed out in exaggerated contemplation, tilting your head as if deep in thought. "I mean Cinnabun IS an absolute sweetheart, don't get me wrong. But now that you mention it..."

You paused meaningfully, subtly shifting further into Ulquiorra's solid warmth until you felt the steady cadence of his breathing against your back. Up close, you could detect the faintest whispers of tension thrumming through his powerful frame - practically taste the simmer of irritation and restless pride now billowing off him in hot eddies at your stalling reply.

"I guess a night out celebrating would have been pretty fun too," you finished at last, carefully injecting just the right hint of wistful yearning to your tone. "After all, how many chances will we get to embrace the full human dating experience like that before...?"

The implication hung heavy between you, swirling with untold depths and unvoiced lamentations. Sure enough, Ulquiorra went utterly, preternaturally still for a long suspended moment at your words - the only hint of inner turmoil leaking through his icy exterior was the heated thrum of his pulse point where it pressed against your shoulder blades.

Then, without preamble or fanfare, the former Espada moved into action with that same leonine fluidity and swiftness you'd witnessed on countless battlefields over your entwined existences. One arm banded around your midsection, effortlessly hauling your smaller form flush against his chiseled torso as he smoothly rose in a single flexing surge of leonine grace.

"Ulquiorra!" You yelped in surprise even as instinct had your limbs latching securely around his shoulders to anchor yourself. "What are you do—?"

"Get ready, woman," he commanded gruffly, words rumbling through you from where your joined bodies pressed so tantalizingly close. "I'll not have you mock my gifts by pretending indifference over some mewling human pet."

You stared at him in a mixture of shock and disbelieving amusement, incapable of unraveling the frantic tangle of emotions whirling through you. Was Ulquiorra seriously about to whisk you out onto some impulsive, ultra-belated birthday date after gifting you with Cinnabun? The notion seemed impossibly absurd...and yet that glint of determination now smoldering in his hooded jade eyes brooked no argument.

As if sensing your reflexive retort forming, Ulquiorra swiveled and set you carefully back onto the balls of your feet - close enough that you could feel the scorching heat radiating off his powerful frame in tantalizing wisps. His expression remained implacable, though you caught the barest hints of that trademark arrogant pride resurfacing as his gaze raked meaningfully over your disheveled form.

"We'll commemorate this foolish human celebration properly this time," he decreed, eerie emerald stare flicking up to bore into yours at point-blank range. Reflexively, you swallowed hard and held that heated regard - suddenly aware of how utterly diminutive and disarmed the sheer overwhelming force of Ulquiorra's presence made you feel despite your blustering.

"A night immersed in the most hedonistic rituals of your kind," the former Hollow continued in a low, resonant rasp that licked molten tingles down every nerve ending. “We’ll embrace the complete indulgence of your mortal life’s trivial pleasures, and by doing so, honor each moment before I inevitably leave this world.”

The words hung between you - an unspoken vow and solemn requiem made with naked gravity despite their vaguely taunting packaging. You searched Ulquiorra's eyes for any hint of waver or indecision, but found only certainty and unyielding conviction blazing back at you.

Then, before you could formulate any semblance of a response, the former Espada took a decisive step backwards and gestured towards the hallway leading to your personal quarters with unmistakable finality.

"Now go, woman," he commanded once more, the barest hints of wry challenge glinting behind his stoic facade. “Prepare yourself for complete immersion in the most indulgent pleasures this world can offer. I intend to reveal the depths of my devotion, sanctifying every fleeting breath of your existence before the inevitable end.”

Despite the solemnity laced through each syllable, you couldn't quite suppress the tiny frission of contradictory giddiness from blossoming in your chest. Squaring your shoulders with an exaggerated huff and flourish, you met Ulquiorra's smoldering look head on as saucy retort already formed behind your lips.

"Is that a promise...or a threat, hollow-boy?"

His lips quirked in a sardonic ghost of a smirk - the closest you suspected he would ever come to a sly wink or wink of playful innuendo. "You'll just have to wait and find out, won't you?"

And despite the lingering maelstrom of questions and mysteries still roiling between you in the wake of Ulquiorra's portentous declaration, you felt a breathless laugh slipping free as you turned and headed towards your bedroom with purposeful strides.

Because deep down, you understood - truly understood - the gravity of whatever revelations still awaited your merging of mortal delights and eternal raptures under the watchful eye of infinity itself. This world's fleeting indulgences and sensations would soon be rendered unto sacred relics by the time the final curtain fell between you.

So for tonight at least, you would answer Ulquiorra's solemn vow to revel as two weary travellers gazing upon the final vista before the last journey began in earnest. Embracing each taste, sight and sound until nothing but the memory of how sweetly it had all unraveled remained for your waking dreams to savor forevermore...

With a giddy mixture of anticipation and impish mischief swirling through you, you headed for the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date night. As the steaming water cascaded over your skin, you felt a tiny thrill shivering through your veins.

Because for the first time, you realized you would be actively trying to look good for Ulquiorra's sake alone. Not out of obligation for work or other special occasions - this was purely about catching the eye of the infuriatingly composed former Espada you'd been so intimately tangled up with lately.

The thought of having Ulquiorra's burning emerald stare raking over you with anything other than his usual remote assessment made a blossom of warmth unfurl in your belly. You wanted - no, craved his undivided focus, his undeniable approval and open admiration for once.

You wanted to see just how flustered the ever unflappable hollow could get when presented with the full force of your flirtations unleashed and unfettered.

With that deliciously mischievous thought propelling your movements, you took extra care lathering up and shaving every expanse of your skin until it glowed and became silken smooth beneath the steaming spray. When you finally stepped out amidst the billowing clouds of vapor, you wasted no time in diligently moisturizing and perfuming yourself to utter radiance.

Each brush of the fragrant lotions over your slick curves felt like a fervent prayer for the night still awaiting you both beyond the sanctuary of your bathroom. By the time you stood before your closet, a damp towel cinched around your body, you felt utterly intoxicated - delirious with the possibilities stretching out before your joined souls.

Fingers trailing over silken hangers and featherlight fabrics, you sorted through potential outfits with rapt focus. You quickly discarded anything too casual or frumpy - those were meant for schlepping around the house or half-hearted attempts at attracting random men. No, for tonight's festivities and more importantly, Ulquiorra's undivided adoration...well, something a touch more brazen felt called for.

So with a wicked little grin tugging at your lips, you selected an ensemble that consisted of a skintight black minidress meant to cling to every lush curve before tapering off in a series of frayed, deconstructed layers that would sway and billow with your every step. The plunging neckline was tantalizing, emphasizing your assets while still leaving plenty to the imagination - for now at least.

You felt a delicious little thrill race down your spine just picturing Ulquiorra's piercing gaze drinking in your form after you emerged in this deliciously sinful little number. Already heat was blossoming in your core, making the fabric cling and slide along your skin in maddeningly sweet friction as you shimmied into the slinky scrap of material.

Just as you worked the zipper up over the gentle flare of your hips, stopping just below your lower back, a sudden commotion followed by an annoyed growl echoed down the hallway. You froze with one hand splayed over the zipper's pull, listening to the telltale sound of heavy footfalls stomping nearer.

"That infernal furball of yours has made itself quite the nuisance!" Sure enough, Ulquiorra's gruff baritone broke through the comparative silence like a thunderclap. "I cannot even bask in solitude for a few moments thanks to the creature's relentless need for attention!"

Despite yourself, you bit back a grin at the obvious exasperation lacing the former hollow's tone. Clearly, Cinnabun had sensed Ulquiorra's solitary presence and decided to assert his irresistible charm and cute factor into the mix for some much-needed snuggles and chin scritches - much to the fiercely independent warrior's chagrin.

As the heavy tread of footsteps approached your closed bedroom door, you seized your opportunity. Turning to face the entryway, you adopted your most innocent expression, feigning surprise just as the door swung open.

"Well now, here comes my big tough hollow?" You crooned as Ulquiorra stormed into view with his usual snit. "What seems to be the prob—?"

Your words died off in a tiny squeak as the former Espada ground to an abrupt halt mid-stride, finally registering your state of undress and teasingly provocative pose. His eyes went comically wide, sweeping over you from tousled hair to bare toes in one scorching, unhurried drag of appreciation.

For an endless beat, the only sound was your slightly quickened breathing as Ulquiorra simply stared - vivid emerald gaze darkening to smoldering jade as he drank in every tantalizing inch of exposed skin and sin-tight fabric hugging your frame. You could practically see the war raging behind the shuttered shutters of his composure - torn between propriety, hunger, and seething masculine ego.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" He eventually ground out, each terse syllable dripping with restrained tension.

Rather than offer an explanation, you simply sashayed towards him with that same artfully innocent expression - every roll of your hips and sway of your body accentuated by the dress's sinful construction to maximize temptation. Sure enough, Ulquiorra's arresting gaze followed every sway and shimmy with naked intensity, his facade of icy detachment crumbling by the second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked lightly when the charged silence stretched between you for a beat too long. With deliberate slowness, you lifted one hand to idly toy with the zipper, tugging it down several torturous inches until the scoop of swell cleavage peeked out from behind its confines.

"I was just getting ready for our...outing," you breathed, feeling a warm curl of satisfaction blossom at the way Ulquiorra's jaw tensed almost imperceptibly. "But it seems like I'm having a little wardrobe malfunction back here..."

With that, you twisted your shoulders away from him to offer up the long, lean line of your back and lower spine - the zipper pulled partway down to reveal tantalizing swathes of soft, silken skin just begging for the lightest caress to inch it down inch by sumptuous inch until...

"Allow me," Ulquiorra growled - the first rumbles of dark promise laced through his resonant baritone. Before you could so much as react, he'd closed the distance between your bodies in a blur of preternatural grace. His broad chest pressed flush against your exposed back as one calloused palm splayed over the dip of your spine, searing brand against bare flesh.

You couldn't suppress the shiver that ripped through your frame at the sudden thrilling contact, goosepimples erupting in its wake. Far from recoiling, Ulquiorra only advanced his claim over your senses - molding himself against you with leonine confidence as his free hand found the dangling zipper-pull and toyed with its smooth edge in a clear taunt.

"So very eager to unmake yourself before me, aren't you woman?" The former hollow growled against the sensitized skin just below your ear, breath gusting over your pulse point in teasing waves of heat. "No fear or hesitation when it comes to beckoning the darkest desires simmering beneath my skin..."

A pregnant pause as Ulquiorra's grip on the zipper tightened incrementally - a clear threat and unspoken promise all wrapped into one deliberate motion. Then a slow, exquisite tug that parted fabric incrementally lower down your back and side until you shuddered against him in a full body quake.

His lips ghosted along the sensitive curve of your neck, breath scorching your skin. "Tell me, woman..." Ulquiorra murmured in a low rasp that seemed to vibrate straight through your core. "Are you truly so eager for this...outing? Or are you hoping for another form of indulgence entirely tonight?"

You couldn't quite suppress the tremor that ripped through you at the dangerous undercurrent lacing his words. Rather than answering directly, you swiveled in Ulquiorra's arms until you were facing the full-length mirror mounted on your closet door. His hands settled on your hips with possessive heat, fingers splaying wide over the taut fabric stretched there.

You pretended to focus on your reflection, artfully arranging your features into an expression of idle consideration. But from your peripherals, you drank in the sight of Ulquiorra pressed against your body from behind - that implacable strength and virile power contained within his chiseled frame unmistakable even in repose like this.

Meeting his heated stare in the mirror, you allowed one corner of your mouth to curve in the barest hint of a smirk. "Why don't you tell me what you think, Mister Espada? Do I look ready for a night hitting all the skeezy human hotspots and embracing the depravities of my kind?"

You stretched languidly, catlike movements drawing attention to the plunging neckline and glimpses of soft thighs visible beneath the dress's feathery hem. Sure enough, Ulquiorra's emerald gaze followed the tantalizing motion with rapt fixation - irises burning like twin sunbursts as his palms tightened infinitesimally against your body.

"Or..." You breathed, dropping your voice to a sultry murmur as you leaned back into the solid wall of his chest. "Maybe I had something else in mind for the evening's festivities entirely?"

Ulquiorra's only response was a low, resonant sound that could have been a growl or groan of clear temptation. Before you could so much as draw another teasing breath, one of his large hands had slid up to curl against the slender column of your throat - thumb tilting your chin up in a clear show of dominance.

"You play a dangerous game tonight, woman..." he husked against the ultra-sensitized skin behind your ear, lips brushing your thundering pulse-point in an electrifying caress. "Deploying all these bold human wiles and provocations with no thought for the flame you're fanning to life..."

Despite the dark promise swirling through every syllable, you felt a delicious shiver of molten thrill ripple through your veins at the low cadence of Ulquiorra's rich voice. This was the side of him you'd been yearning to experience since the first flickers of erotic awareness kindled between your essences - the full unbound sensuality and merciless desire of a being utterly unburdened by human qualms or reticence.

As if giving voice to your treacherous thoughts, Ulquiorra's free hand drifted upwards until his fingertips sifted through the ruffled tresses at your nape, gripping with a gentle but unyielding possession that made your knees quake subtly. You watched him drink in the sight through the mirror - unable to tear your gaze away from the naked ferocity now simmering behind his hooded emerald stare.

"So tell me once more, woman..." He growled, tugging your hair aside to bare the fragile column of your throat as he dipped closer still. "Will you reconsider fleeing while you still can from the furnace you've stoked between us this night...?"

His final words devolved into a rumbling purr as Ulquiorra sealed his lips against the sensitive cords of muscle and flesh at your nape, tongue darting out in a scorching path that had every alarm in your mind shrieking incoherent rapture. But even as you surrendered to his wicked ministrations with a helpless keen, something nagged at the back of your addled psyche.

That tender caress, that supplicating brand against your vulnerable throat...it felt uncannily, viscerally familiar in a way your soul instinctively cried out in ravenous yearning to experience once more. But...when had Ulquiorra ever graced you with such an intimacy before this single exquisite moment?

You must have tensed subtly beneath his sensual onslaught, because the former Espada gave a fractional pause - the relentless worship of his lips stilling against your feverish skin. He watched your reaction through the mirror with piercing focus, clearly picking up on your momentary uncertainty despite your dazed exterior.

"What's wrong?" He demanded gruffly after another suspended beat of electric tension. Rather than recoiling, Ulquiorra simply tugged your pliant frame tighter against his chest - utterly unbothered by your lapse in ardor as he awaited an explanation.

"I..." You wet your lips, keenly aware of the way Ulquiorra's burning stare tracked the tiny motion with rapt, predatory interest. "That just felt...familiar somehow. Like my body recognized it even though you've never...we haven't..."

You trailed off uncertainly, but the blazing look in Ulquiorra's eyes seemed to dim at your words. The former Espada went eerily still, emerald gaze burning into you with sudden intensity.

"You...don't remember?" His voice was low, gravelly - as if he could scarcely believe what you were implying.

You blinked at him, mind whirling to process the sudden shift in mood. "Remember what? How we met?"

Ulquiorra inclined his head in a fractional nod, still pinning you with that scorching stare. You opened your mouth, then closed it slowly as realization dawned.

"You...abducted me," you said quietly, eyes downcast. "And Orihime. Back in Dangai when we were trying to get to Ichigo."

The memories started filtering back in disjointed flashes. The sickening lurch as you were torn from the safety of the Seireitei and transplanted into that vast, alien desert of Hueco Mundo. Being separated from Orihime, alone in a tiny cell with no company except for...

Ulquiorra.

You remembered the overwhelming sense of isolation and fear that consumed you in those initial days of captivity. Trapped in that cramped, bare cell with no windows and only a sliver of light filtering in from the hallway outside. The minutes stretched into agonizing hours, the silence only punctuated by your own shaky breaths as dread knotted your insides tighter and tighter.

Until the door finally creaked open to reveal Ulquiorra's imposing form silhouetted against the dim walkway lighting. You'd shrink back instinctively as those piercing emerald eyes bored into you with callous intensity. He would regard you with that same remote, clinical detachment while placing a tray of meager provisions on the floor - the only acknowledgment that you required basic sustenance to remain alive and relatively intact for...whatever plans Aizen had in store.

Those earliest encounters with the former Espada were utterly devoid of anything even remotely approximating compassion or empathy. Ulquiorra was the embodiment of cruel indifference, his words and actions during those supervised meal times laced with an undercurrent of hostility that constantly reinforced your status as a captive at his mercy.

You could still viscerally recall the first time you refused his "hospitality" out of despair and defiance. How Ulquiorra didn't hesitate to use sheer brute force to subdue you, his powerful hands pinning you down as he quite literally forced sustenance past your clenched teeth. His emotionless façade hadn't cracked an inch despite your pained whimpers and futile struggles against his vice-like restraint.

No, to Ulquiorra in those days, you were simply another prisoner to be kept alive and cowed into submission - nothing more than an obstacle to be overcome through harsh domination if you displayed even the faintest hint of resistance. His regular appearances in your solitary cell did nothing except compound the sense of vulnerability and despondency slowly weighing you down like a steadily drowning anchor...

"There was one day I was unable to come for you," Ulquiorra said, his deep voice pulling you from the haunting reverie. "That was when Szayelaporro made his move."

You tensed, a fresh wave of unease curdling your insides as the memory resurfaced with visceral intensity. You recalled the vague sense of confusion when the cell door slid open to reveal Szayel's leering grin rather than Ulquiorra's intimidating presence. Before you could so much as react, the repulsive Espada had swiftly incapacitated you with some sort of tranquilizing agent.

The next thing you knew, you were regaining consciousness in a cold, sterile environment - strapped down to a medical gurney with thick leather restraints digging into your wrists and ankles. Szayel loomed over you, his serpentine tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he took in your bound, helpless state.

"Such a pity to extinguish that fiery spirit of yours before I've had a chance to truly study it," he purred, trailing a gloved finger along your jaw. "But sacrifices must be made in pursuit of research, yes?"

You tried futilely to wrench away from his lingering caress, disgust and terror warring inside you as his sinister intent became abundantly clear. Szayel only chuckled darkly and moved to retrieve a wicked-looking bone saw from a nearby tray of ominous surgical tools.

That was when the laboratory doors banged open with explosive force. You could only watch with wide, hazy eyes as Ulquiorra's pale silhouette cut a lethal swath through the dim lighting. His emerald glare was absolutely murderous as it landed on the pink-haired Espada looming over your prone form.

The details became foggy and disjointed after that, as if your mind had fragmented to shield itself from the full recollection of whatever violence erupted between the two hollow entities. You just remembered the jarring sensation of the restraints vanishing, your limbs suddenly freed as Ulquiorra's unmistakable presence overwhelmed you completely.

Without conscious thought, you found yourself instinctively latching onto him - fists twisted in the coarse fabric of his white jacket as shuddering gasps racked your frame. And instead of his usual cold indifference, Ulquiorra simply scooped you up with unexpected tenderness and carried you from that nightmarish place, cradling you protectively against the solidity of his chest.

You'd been an incoherent, trembling mess when he finally deposited you back within the relative sanctuary of your tiny cell. No matter how tightly you clung to him, you couldn't seem to regain your composure - overwhelmed by the terror of what could have transpired if Ulquiorra hadn't intervened when he did.

That was when he did something that shattered your perception of him irrevocably in a single, molten instant. Rather than prying your grip free and leaving you to your hysterics, Ulquiorra gently settled onto the threadbare cot against the wall and positioned you in his lap, your back flush against his chest.

You remember freezing, breath catching in your throat as his arms encircled you in an unmistakable embrace - one large palm splaying over your thundering heartbeat as if anchoring you through sheer physical contact alone. And then, just when your frantic mind started spiraling into fresh waves of panic...

Ulquiorra dipped his head and pressed his cool lips to the fevered skin of your nape in an achingly tender caress that had your entire body going rigid with shock. He didn't kiss or nuzzle - simply rested there with infinite, grounding patience until your frantic gasps finally slowed and some semblance of calm began trickling back into your addled psyche.

Even in that fragile, traumatized state, you could vividly recall the juxtaposition of Ulquiorra's unyielding body coiled around yours with such unearthly menace...yet providing paradoxical shelter and tempering your hysteria with that single, intimate point of contact against your vulnerable throat. As if some small, deeply buried kernel of empath within his primordial being had sensed your desperate need for closeness and reassurance despite itself.

It was your first true glimpse beyond the merciless, predatory hollow intent on keeping you cowed into submission through harsh domination - a revelation that the celestial force bound within Ulquiorra's transcendent shell harbored unfathomable, infinite depths woven into its existence that even he could not fully comprehend just yet.

"After that day, I could no longer resume my usual routine around you," Ulquiorra stated, his deep voice low and devoid of its usual monotone edge. "Something had...changed within me. Shifted in a way I did not understand."

He paused, emerald eyes burning into yours with startling intensity. "So I began visiting the woman Inoue more frequently instead, in hopes of finding answers regarding these new...impulses taking root."

You felt your breath catch as his gaze bored into you, seeming to strip away every layer until your very essence lay bare before his penetrating stare. Ulquiorra didn't seem to mind your silence, continuing his recollection in that same careful, measured cadence.

"And then came my battle with the human Kurosaki Ichigo," he murmured, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "I finally understood the depths of what I felt towards you in those final moments. Yet rather than granting clarity, it brought only...regret."

His eyes slipped shut briefly, thick lashes fanning across those sharp cheekbones as if physically pained by the memories resurfacing. You found yourself leaning forward unconsciously, transfixed by the raw emotion flickering across Ulquiorra's typically impassive features.

"After my resurrection and reawakening, one of my first requests was for that wretched shopkeeper Urahara to place me under your supervision." Ulquiorra's gaze snapped open again, trapping you in its smoldering intensity. "I expected - hoped, even - that you would treat me with the same disdain and hostility I had shown you during our previous...encounters. That such harsh mirroring would provide the penance and atonement I craved to ease this..."

One of his large hands came up, callused knuckles grazing your jawline with feather-light reverence. "...unquenchable need searing through me for your forgiveness. Your understanding of the depravity laced through my being."

He fell silent once more, fingers trailing up to brush the plump curve of your lower lip with undisguised yearning. You held his stare, utterly transfixed and breathless as the weight of Ulquiorra's hushed confessions settled over you both like a fragile, sacred veil.

"And yet..." His voice dropped to a low rasp that you felt vibrating through your very marrow. "Despite all my transgressions, all the harm and torment I subjected you to out of supreme arrogance...you met my descent back into this pitiful mortal plane with a grace and compassion I could scarcely fathom."

Ulquiorra's features softened almost imperceptibly, the harsh angles and hollows seeming to melt away into something rawer...more nakedly vulnerable in a way you'd never witnessed before. When he spoke again, the words emerged little more than a hushed, reverent murmur that seared itself into the cosmic fabric of your eternal consciousness.

"Instead of scorn or hatred...you showed me tenderness. Patience. A profound depth of empathy and willingness to let our lives begin anew within this reality's mortal confines until..." He swallowed hard, the tips of his fingers now tracing the seam of your parted lips with scorching intent. "Until the full raptures of our reunion could finally be blessed upon dimensions far beyond this temporary delight's reach."

The charged silence that fell between you resonated with unspeakable portents and unvoiced lamentations echoing across eternity's cyclic spirals. Ulquiorra studied your rapt features as if searing the truth of this revelation into his very marrow - every atom of his being transmuted and sanctified anew by the clarity now shining forth between your souls like a supernova birthing itself from the void.

You watched his intense gaze flicker over your features, emerald fire searing paths across your parted lips and flushed skin with naked adoration. For a breathless heartbeat, it seemed Ulquiorra basked in the visceral evidence of whatever profane awakening had transpired between your existences within this sacred periphery.

And then, with a weighted finality that made your stomach plummet, his expression fractured into something achingly sorrowful that stole the breath from your lungs.

"Which is why...I must leave you." The words were spoken softly yet sounded like a death knell against the fragile reverie spun between you.

You blinked at the former Espada uncomprehendingly, mouth working in stunned denial as he continued in that same low, pained murmur.

"After everything I've put you through, the suffering and torment inflicted upon your soul...how can you still look at me with anything but hatred?" His eyes bored into you with wretched self-recrimination burning in their depths. "I am undeserving of this grace, this second chance you've bestowed. You deserve so much more than the depravity bound to me."

With each agonized confession, you felt minuscule fractures spreading through the rapturous trance that had settled over you both. Denial...then outrage began rapidly unfurling in its place as the ugly truth manifested itself.

"Are you serious right now?" You hissed through gritted teeth, anger making your entire body tremble. "After pouring your heart out about our fated connection or whatever...you try pulling this hot and cold, angsty self-sacrificing bullshit?!"

Ulquiorra's brow creased infinitesimally, creating deep fissures across his noble features as he studied your reaction. But his eyes remained haunted, utterly unswayed by your growing fury.

"I will not burden you further with my selfish desire to slake these hungers," he intoned with maddening stoicism even as the words dripped with melancholy undertones. "You deserve peaceful absolution from the shadow my existence casts over your soul's brilliance."

"Oh fuck off with that martyr complex!"

Before you could stop yourself, your palms shoved against Ulquiorra's chest in a fitful burst of frustration. He barely moved, the wall of that unyielding frame absorbing your petulant outburst as if you were nothing more than a gnat buffeting against granite.

"You don't get to decide what I deserve after spilling all those pretty words about eternal raptures and blessed truth!" You seethed up at him, vaguely aware of how childish you must look in your tantrum but utterly powerless to contain it any longer. "Not after dangling that carrot of intimacy then trying to snatch it away because of whatever stunted pity party you've got spinning in that thick hollow skull!"

Emerald fire locked onto your furious diatribe as Ulquiorra absorbed each lash of scalding accusation with infuriating serenity. But before you could truly build up a full head of self-righteous anger, his massive hands settled on your shoulders with startling gentleness.

"You are mistaken, woman," he murmured with an undercurrent of weary finality that robbed you of any lingering vitriol. "I do not pity your attachments or crave absolution from their bonds in this reality. If anything, it is my burden to bear alone."

Ulquiorra paused, eyes searching yours with maddening intensity as his fingers slid featherlight paths up the slender column of your throat. You swallowed hard against the touch, acutely aware of your stuttering pulse rabbiting frantically beneath his reverent caress.

For a suspended moment, the air felt thick and charged - heavy with the gravitational force of whatever unvoiced revelation still lingered unspoken between you. Ulquiorra studied your features with naked intensity, emerald irises alight with that cosmic inferno you'd witnessed flaring to greater incandescence with each passing heartbeat.

Then, with maddening unhurried grace, he leaned in until his lips practically brushed the fragile shell of your ear - every exhalation gusting over your sensitized skin in a searing caress of breath and unspoken promise.

"There is...one other matter that warrants address," he murmured in that rich baritone made husky with banked embers of revelation. "That simpering worm of a shopkeeper informed me my former shell could be reconstituted and rebound to me within this reality...potentially as soon as a week's time has elapsed."

You stilled against Ulquiorra at the admission, a sudden icy lance of trepidation piercing through the molten seduction still licking along your nerve endings. For a few disorienting heartbeats, you merely blinked at the smooth planes of his cheek and chiseled jaw - unable to fully process the implications behind such a seemingly innocuous statement.

Then it hit you with the force of a cosmic shockwave scorching you down to your very quintessence: Ulquiorra was giving you a choice here. A chance to make your denials and render the portentous communion he'd spent this entire evening consecrating unto you null and void before irrevocable steps were traversed.

The anger came swiftly on the heels of that realization – a towering, incandescent rage so bright and blinding, it momentarily stole the air from your lungs with its cosmic intensity. You jerked back from Ulquiorra's unsettling proximity, eyes flashing with dark promises as your features twisted into a rictus of outright affront.

"Are you serious?" You seethed, each husked syllable dripping caustic venom that made the former Hollow's brow crease infinitesimally. “After that entire passionate discussion about unimaginable ecstasies and sacred desires, you suddenly say something so incredibly selfish and asinine as wanting to regain your old perfected form?”

To his credit, Ulquiorra didn't so much as flinch or falter under the withering lash of your fury. He simply held your blazing stare with that same weighted intensity, absorbing your emotions' cosmic detonation against his immovable presence with impunity.

"I should have known better than to try and engage in human frivolity with a hollow," you spat in a vicious rasp that scored deep fissures across Ulquiorra's stoic facade. "All you understand is domination and control. Any pretense of mutual reverence or truth was just more manipulations!"

With each bitten accusation, you practically radiated your righteous fury outwards in searing waves – unable to stop the vehement denial and betrayal bleeding out between your existences in a molten deluge. How dare he try and leverage such raptures against you only to then brutally dismiss it all like casting off a child's foolish fancies.

"Woman..." Ulquiorra intoned in a low rumble clearly meant to defuse the rising conflagration already scorching between you in roiling eddies. "You are mistaken in your assumpt—"

"Get out." The bitter words sliced past your gritted teeth with finality and whetted accusation enough to make Ulquiorra's eyes flare wide in visible shock.

You jabbed a trembling finger towards the hallway, every ounce of your being thrumming with the cosmic gravitational force of your barely leashed temper.

"Get out of my room and out of my sight before I burn away every trace of your arrogant overtures along with my foolish indulgences, you self-absorbed monster," you hissed in a tone of such withering contempt, it finally made the former Hollow visibly flinch as if physically struck.

Rather than offering any further impassioned denials or reassurances, Ulquiorra simply searched your stormy features for one endless heartbeat more...before abruptly sweeping to his feet in a blur of coiled grace and storming from the room without further utterance. His powerful presence departed in a corona of icy disdain and smoldering resentment swirling in his wake - the air itself seeming to shiver from the wrenching severance of your celestial rapture's threads so callously severed.

And as the ringing silence descended alongside a thick, acrid pall of residual stillborn anguish...you couldn't help wondering how it had all degenerated so rapidly from such exalted raptures into this scorched, desolate wasteland of fury and simmering betrayal. One instant your essences had been kindling into something higher, the next reduced to ash and bitter recrimination before irrevocable steps could be reached.

Already, the night's earlier intimacy and portents of hallowed union seemed to fade into a distant, mocking phantasm simmering somewhere on the blurred horizon of infinities yet to unfurl between you. Because now all that lingered in the wake of such scorched wrath were the fading embers of sputtering stardust and an unfathomable chasm spanned by regret's gnashing maw...

...leaving you utterly adrift on one side and the once transcendent promise of Ulquiorra's ardor now fleeing into immeasurable distances on the other – perhaps never to be reconciled again before one reality's finite pleasures reached their ultimate cataclysmic conclusion after all.