#like hm how do knuckles work hmmm

[sen-ya]

Summer of Lawlu @truffyfest || Lawlu Day! || “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

I spent far too long on this. Hands. So many hands. I’m drowning in hands. Anyway they’re special to me and it’s their day!!

[rosyrosethorns]

“Speechless, huh?~ Weren’t you the one that put the sign up?~” Balthazar Bratt casually let himself into Madi’s apartment through the open window. “I expected someone older and possibly working in law—I came prepared for a ‘hit & run’ and everything.”

The flustered girl watched as he wandered around her bedroom. All she could do at first was stutter, but now that he was actually in her apartment she flailed her arms as she blurted a few words out: “WAIT!! Don’t!! Touch!!”

Bratt apparently didn’t heed her as he plucked one of her plush toys off the shelf. “Ooo, a Hello Kitty girl?~ Did you know that was a late ‘80s, early ‘90s thing in Japan?~… Oh, you’ve got TWO of them!~” Placing the first one back, he scanned the ‘bookshelves’ stuffed with plush toys at an impressively fast rate before picking up a Kirby plush. “Ahh, and also a bit of a Nintendo girl~”

“Eh… Ah… Uh…” Madi was speechless once again as she watched the villain place Kirby back on the shelf. He seemed especially interested in the things with ‘80s origins… After he scanned her room with his eyes some more, he turned back to the girl with a smirk.

“Well?~ What’s an angel like you want with little old me?~”

… All that could come out of Madi’s mouth for a moment was a squeak in response to the petname; briefly covering her mouth in embarrassment as she took a moment to gather her words.

“Um… I… W—Well, last week… when… I saw you making off… um… I—I dunno, I just… got kinda… curious… about… about you, I—I guess, I don’t—I really don’t know… uh… I didn’t… entirely expect that sign on the window to work either… I just—“

To her surprise, Bratt leaned in closer; his face now less than a foot from her’s.

“Hmmm—you’re asking me out?~”

… The girl’s face flushed. “WHAT?!”

“That’s what I’m getting here; how far off am I?~”

“It—It wasn’t… directly that, but—“

“Aww, not DIRECTLY, but you did admit that you were curious~”

“So?!”

Bratt revealed her Princess Peach puppet on his hand, moving the puppet’s arms as he used it to tease her: “Looks like the good girl has fallen for the baaaad boooy~”

The flustered Madi swatted the puppet away. “CORK IT,” she squeaked before hiding her face behind both hands. This felt humiliating and overwhelming; part of her was wondering if asking him to come here was a good idea after all…

It was less than a moment before Bratt set the puppet aside and gently took hold of her wrists, moving the girl’s hands away from her face with a smile across his lips.

“Aww, honey~ I’m just teasing~” He placed a kiss on her knuckles; brown eyes locked with her blue ones. “Besides, you obviously know my name but I don’t even know yours~”

… That was unexpected. But the girl visibly relaxed a little in response as she gave a timid reply: “M… Madilyn.”

“Hmmm… Beautiful~ Love it~ Fits you to a T,” the villain purred. Letting go of her wrists, he walked backwards towards the window. “You know what, Madilyn? If you’re struggling to say it directly, then I’ll do the honors.” Sitting down on the windowsill with his legs crossed, he held out a hand to her. “How about we get to know each other a little more personally?~ Maybe over some ice cream?~… Hm?~”

… Madi blinked at him as she took a moment to process this. Did Bratt really just ask HER out?

“I… Ice cream?… But… it’s 9PM, and—and you’re… um…”

“Shhhhh~” The way the villain tapped his finger on his lips as he refused to break eye contact with the girl was captivating to her… “This will be like child’s play, baby; you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about getting into any trouble~” He motioned with his hand for her to come closer. “Now let’s go have a little fun~”

… There was no way he was willing to go on an actual date with her, right? Was this a joke? Something out of pity after realizing she got overwhelmed from his teasing just now? Yet all these anxious thoughts were unable to prevent Madi from slowly approaching the villain despite how nervous she actually was… Possibly because of how enamored she was by the way he moved her hands from her face…

“… You’re really… taking me up on this?” she muttered timidly as she reached out to take his hand.

There was a smug look on Bratt’s face as he held her hand firmly before pulling her in closer.

“Honey… You’re so sweet, the cavities are worth it~”

The girl was so flustered from the pickup line she almost didn’t notice him pull out the little walkman until he hit play. A grappling hook shot out, and with one quick swoop Bratt had swung out the window with the startled girl in his arms.

[belltrigger]

Hmmm Stop for the lads 🤔🤔 maybe bot emmet and botmaker Ingo :U? Or ehehe you could do yemmet and oingo 😤😤😤

-Send me a “Stop” and I’ll write a drabble about one character calming the other down (from anger, jealously, etc)

Hello!!! Stop, hm~? q(≧▽≦q) Okay okay let's see what I can do here.

Title: Just Call Me Emmet Word count: 1,196 Synopsis: Emmet has arrived in Hisui with relatively little issue. However, a habit that Ingo has unconsciously picked up has accidentally upset Emmet. Dynamic: NoboKuda, older Ingo/younger Emmet (Oingo/Yemmet)

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"Hey Ingo?"

Emmet's light voice broke the gentle silence that had settled between them as they prepared dinner together. It was a welcome change from how Emmet had sounded when he first arrived in Hisui, tired and tattered, exhausted after a search he'd thought would go on forever. The manic joy he'd shown when it finally registered that he'd found Ingo had smoothed into a beaming happiness as Emmet firmly grasped the idea that Ingo was not going to disappear again.

It was natural enough to welcome Emmet into the house given to him by Irida-sama. Memories or not, the easy comfort he had with Emmet could not be ignored, and the idea of Emmet living with him felt right. Despite not seeing each other for so long (longer for him, with the physical changes that came along with it), they fell into an natural rhythm. Though Ingo only barely remembered him, it didn't deter Emmet. Every day, his twin smiled brightly at him, and told him a little bit more about their shared life before Ingo had vanished. Although he refrained from doing it in public, substituted with merely brushing their knuckles together when they stood close enough, Emmet held his hand whenever possible in their home. Emmet spoke warmly of their closeness, and had even revealed the truth of their relationship. In addition to being twins, they were also lovers, and that Ingo had been the one to first confess.

As honest and true as it felt, Ingo thought it improper to reveal the nature of their relationship to those around them. So, he introduced Emmet as his brother to everyone he knew, and his twin's easy cheer endeared him to nearly everyone they met. If anyone thought it odd that Emmet stood so close to him, then they kept it to themselves.

Today, though, Emmet had met Melli. The long-haired man had long proven himself willing to cause trouble for others just to hassle Ingo, but it would have been rude to exclude him from meeting Emmet. After all, his issue with Melli was solely because his mischief caused safety concerns for other people. Emmet was an adult, and astute at reading people, so he should be free to create his own opinion of others.

"Why does Melli dislike you?" Emmet casually chopped some vegetables, only looking up at Ingo when he'd paused cutting and set down the knife.

"Hm, I honestly cannot fathom his reason." Where Emmet had been in charge of the vegetables, Ingo worked on preparing the stock for their stew. "Gaeric-sama believed he wanted my attention, but that seems like a pretty fool-hardy way to receive it."

Emmet made a sound, one that Ingo could not place. It was like a hum in thought caught in the throat, smothered in an attempt to hide it. Glancing up in confusion, his eyebrows knit together at the state his twin was in.

He could practically see Emmet vibrate, expression somehow becoming more intense despite his lips still turned up in a v-shaped smile. The young man who looked like he must surely have once, when he was easily decades younger, watched him without blinking. It was almost like staring down an angry Alpha pokemon.

"Emmet-sama?"

The smile on Emmet's face stiffened more. "Emmet. I am Emmet." Ingo tilted his head in confusion, sure that was what he'd said. The name was firm in his heart, a knowledge that had been just on the edges of his faded and blurred memories from before.

"Yes," Ingo said softly, trying to gauge where Emmet was going with his sudden mood change. Emmet turned to him, hands balled into fists at his side. He'd not realized the meeting with Melli had angered him so much.

But, instead of anger like he'd anticipated, Emmet's expression started to crumple. Although the smile remained, the skin under his lip bunched up as if Emmet was incapable of frowning. "Just call me Emmet," he choked out. "Don't call me the same as everyone else..." He brought the heel of his left palm up to his eye, already rubbing to hide any wetness that sprung up there.

Very gently, "Oh Emmet," came out before he could think of anything else. and he reached out a hand for Emmet's other. Without hesitation, despite still scrubbing at his eye, Emmet took his hand. Giving his twin's hand a squeeze he hoped was comforting, he brought his other hand up to try and coax Emmet to stop rubbing at his eyes. "My apologies, I did not mean to upset you."

"Does Ingo like someone else? Someone he doesn't call the same way?" Emmet stubbornly kept one hand up to his eyes, so he couldn't see the surprise on Ingo's face. In fact, he also didn't see the furrowing of Ingo's brows that quickly followed after. "Is it Mel--"

Emmet couldn't continue, because Ingo kissed him then, firmly, sternly. It was not romantic, not by half, and Ingo would surely make up for it once he convinced his quite silly twin that his worries were unfounded. Releasing both of Emmet's hands to wrap his arms around his younger brother's waist, he put their foreheads together. Emmet had no choice but to lower his hand, and after a moment he placed both of his hands on Ingo's now much thicker biceps.

The little flick of Emmet's eyes to his arms was not missed, but he would approach that later. "Do you think I would kiss anyone but you? My memories have failed me, that much is certain, but I still thought of you every day. This mouth is reserved for the Man in White only." The amusement in his tone for the last sentence eased a bit of tension out of Emmet's shoulders, and his lip no longer quivered.

"Only the Man in White? If I wore green would you have not recognized me?" It was half a tease, suggesting Emmet worried even over something so silly.

"Best not wear green. These old eyes aren't quite what they used to be. I'd have to lean in close to recognize your cute face." Another tease, and he rubbed their foreheads together, pleased when Emmet let out a quiet chuckle.

"Then I would get another kiss!" Emmet declared, turning more playful by the moment now that his worried had finally been spoken. "I am Emmet. I will wear many colors!"

With an approving hum, Ingo hugged his younger brother tighter. "I'll just keep kissing you to be sure, then."

Emmet slid his face down to rest his forehead on Ingo's shoulder, though his hands didn't move from Ingo's biceps. "And hugging?"

"And hugging, of course. I will give you anything you need for proof." They hugged for a few minutes, the sound of their stew stock bubbling away as they simply enjoyed the embrace. Finally, Emmet leaned back and seemed to feel much better. His smile was bright again, no longer strained, and he cheerfully went back to finish the vegetables.

After that, Ingo made certain to always allow Emmet to brush his knuckles against his. And, he even held his hand in public on occasion.

[riku-writings]

Endless Bliss Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader likes to seek attention from Chifuyu Matsuno. Everyday she would bother him, giving him gifts, asking him ridiculous questions. He tolerates her. Suddenly she disappeared from his sight. Will he see her again?

Warnings: Heavy Smut, Penetration, Oral (Female Receiving), Spitting. Corruption kink Mature themes. A bit spoiler after the Valhalla arc. Grammatical Errors.

A/n: A request from @hattorihaechan, I hope you like this second part (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

—12 years timeskip

"Oi y/n you finished the first chapter panels didn't you?" Stretching your arms, you cracked your knuckles. Turning to be met by your senpai who was busying herself by the printer station. "yup, told ya I'd finish it just in time Naoko senpai"

"Good good, did you pack already by the way? We're moving to tokyo next week!" Gushing she clasped her hands together. You nodded. "God I haven't been to tokyo for years, I grew up there"

"You did?"

"Yeah I just moved here in Sendai when I was 15? I don't know it's been a long time"

"Oh wow why did you move here?" Comfortably your senpai leaned on the divider of your stations. Taking a sip on her black coffee. You then took your mug of water on the table, taking a sip.

"Ahh my parents got divorced" You casually say, your co worker widened her eyes.

"Oh sorry about that" She quickly apologized.

"It's okay that's old news anyways" You smiled waving off your hands. Eyes creasing.

"bet you'll meet some old friends there hm?"

"Nah, I don't even know where they are right now." You said leaning back on your swivel chair feeling cozy with your neck pillow and oversized jacket.

The day has arrived of you going back to tokyo. It's been a long time since you stepped foot into a train since that day. Never you visited back to tokyo, your mother and work getting in your way.

Looking around it was so different.

You were surprised to even get an invitation notice about a reunion from a person from your crafting club. You think Yasuda was her name. It was a few weeks away.

It made you wonder. . . How was Mitsuya kun?

"Oi! I get this station!" Your senpai called out as you guys moved into the new studio. You're now a manga artist. All the scribbling you had done in middle school paid off. "Sure senpai! I get to seat now by the window!"

"Goodluck when it gets super hot in the summer!" Naoko teased having to own one before. "Now we get to move, y/n go outside and buy us drinks!" Your other senpai, Hatori say clicking his fingers at you. You grinned. "I hate you so much senpai!" You said, he smiled giving you his black card.

You took your coat. Looking for a cafe near the area. You walked in seeing one that looked like it has various options knowing your senpai wanted a distinct flavor. You walked in, buying their drinks. With two cardboard trays on your hand and a plastic bag slung on your arm. "Do you need help miss?" The staff asked, shaking your head.

"No! i got it! Thank you!" You said before turning around to exit the cafe. You actually did this all the time so it wasn't a bother at all. You can even talk to the phone despite handling it all. Speaking of it, your phone is ringing now. Pocketing it out. You clammed the device between your shoulder and ear.

"Senpai?— yeah yeah" you continued to converse that you didn't realize where you were going. Until someone hit your shoulder. Where your phone was. The phone slid off of it as that person caught it so quickly.

"Oh! you have good reflex! Thank you!" You said as you got your phone out his grip. About to meet his gaze. "Thank you—"

"Y/n let me help you with that!" Your senpai called you.Letting your attention fall into your running senpai. "I'll be going now" The man said.

"Oh? Thank you!" You just bowed at the walking figure.

Looking up the man was a few meters away already. He was in a suit, his hair was in a dark undercut. The man was tall with a fit stature.

"Hmmm who's that? someone from your past?"

"Nah I just bumped onto him"

"So cool~ he's so handsome!"

"eh? You just saw his back" You deadpan, Naoko smiled before helping you with your stuff. You gave the man another glance, seeing his figure getting smaller as he walk away from your sight.

"How dumb it is that I didn't see his face" You say shaking your head at that sillyness.

Days passed since your move in in the studio, and your apartment. Your mom calling you every now and then, scolding you about your cooking.

"Yes yes mom, tonight I'll be cooking. Since I've moved in now completely" You lied with a lop sided smile. Your boxes are literally everywhere.

"Fine fine— I hope you get to date now tokyo has a lot of handsome men!" She chirped making you giggle at her enthusiasm. "Eh? I don't have time for that you know it gets busy when it's deadline mom"

"I know I know I was just joking— Hope your safe there okay? Visit your dad sometime I'm sure he misses you"

"Yeah I think I'm still not ready for that maybe next decade" You jokingly say, your mother laughed at the other end. You finished your call with her, a sigh coming out of your lips. You picked up your stylus. Exercising your wrist.

"Hey y/n wanna dine with us later with the higher ups?" Your senpai suggested rolling her swivel chair bumping it to yours. You smiled, shaking your head. "Nah it's hard to get along with those old geezers"

"Alright then, maybe next time"

That night you worked overtime. Working on the 2 pages for the manga your team was working on. They already assigned you to be the colorist of the official art. You blinking your eyes a few times adjusting to the light of your digital screen.

Animation is my passion. Sucks ass. You jokingly sighed out. Remembering your aspirant ass.

Your phone ringing, you looked at it. The screen saying it was an unknown number. Craning your neck to the side curiously, you declined it. Maybe wrong number. It was 10 pm already so.

Another call was ringing you. Picking it up it was your Hatori Senpai reminding you to rest to which you can't entirely refuse. "Fine fine"

You went down the building only to be met by the receptionist. She was already cleaning up her desk. "Oi you're L/n san right, someone's been waiting for you for a while now"

"Eh? Is it the higher ups?"

"No, A guy in a suit." The receptionist say. "I just shooed him away, you missed him by minutes" She said fixing up her things. You nodded, going out in the parking lot.

It was empty. With just the streetlights lighting the area. It was cold as the wind blew your hair. You shivered. You deciding to move now before you scare yourself with your imaginative thoughts.

Fingers then held your wrist.

"Excuse me"

You turned around as your eyes met the same cerulean cat eyes you've always fawned over. Nostalgia waved over you as the man infront of you smiled.

"It is you" He said chuckling. You blushed hearing his laugh. Widening your eyes. Realizing what was happening.

"Ch-chifuyu-kun?!"

—

You found yourself seated on his car, clearing your throat. As he drove very silently. "How are you chifuyu-kun" You asked looking at him with an awkward smile, feeling so nervous around him.

God. This isn't a dream is it?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry if this was so sudden— right here?"

"It's okay— yes yes there's traffic there though" You told him but too late he turned right driving himself into traffic. What bad luck. This is too awkward you think. You taking the time, admiring the boy next to you.

He looked so different now. He looked more mature than his usual boyish self. Still he was charming as ever.

Duh, it's been 12 years y/n.

His blonde hair turned into jet black. Though he still had the same undercut. Bangs a little longer.

Still he looked so good.

Jaw more defined, His soft clear skin on his face that was usually bruised in your middle school days. You smiled. He looked more attractive with his whole suit and that one piercing of his making the look so hot.

"You're an animator now?"

"Hm I'm more onto the pre production but yeah" You said smiling at him. Chifuyu looked at you nodding, eyes admiring that smile of yours.

"Do you want to grab something to eat? I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be working up until 10 pm?" He asked, you giggled. Waving your hands. "I've already eaten" As if on cue, your tummy starts grumbling. Embarassed, eyes looking at the side. Mentally face palming.

"W-well I-I was snacking?" You stuttered.

Chifuyu laughed, heart warming up at your stuttering. You were still the same y/n. He brought you to somewhere that is still open. A sushi place.

"You going to the reunion?" He asked you as you both finished taking your orders. You tucked your hair behind your ear. Shaking your head.

"Hmmm,,, I haven't really kept in touch with anyone so it'd be embarassing" You explained, making him nod. "Now that I think of it. . . How did you find me?"

"Hm you can only guess"

Looking at his smug figure, you blinked twice. Trying to think of how. Him smiling at your oblivious expression. You were really trying hard to think of it.

"I guess my reflex skills wasn't enough to impress you." He finally said it. Your eyes widen, clicking your fingers. Pointing at him.

"Oh!!! why didn't you say hi before?!"

"Hmm I think you were busy but I realized you were always so busy" The jet black haired man explained laughing at your work antics just earlier.

"Hey I just didn't realize the time" You pouted, defending yourself.

The late dinner went on with you and him just catching up with the lighter things. You and him having a great time actually. Stories of your old classmates, memories of the teachers you both hated. He mentioned Peke J, still healthy and chubby. Making your eyes sparkle at the information.

Seeing Chifuyu made you feel warm. A familiar tint of feelings in your childish heart lit up. It was refreshing—like pink petals blowing into your face when it was spring. It was pure elation seeing your first crush. It was the best feeling ever.

After eating, you guys finally reached your home. Going down the car, He waited for you to go inside your apartment.

"It was nice catching up with you chifuyu kun~" You smiled at him. "Y/n." He called. You turning your head towards him. His hand pulled you into him. Wrapping his arms around you. Damn it I can't resist it. He sighed.

You blushed, smiling you just hugged him back. Patting his back. "It's really nice to see you again y/n" He whispered. You nodded, humming "It was nice seeing an old friend, I hope to see you more here."

"You're not leaving again?" He asked you looking down at you. You shook your head.

"Nah, I'm staying here in tokyo now. More opportunities for our studio" You say leaning back meeting his cerulean eyes. "Wanna go out again?" He asked. You grin.

"Sure!"

The next day he came back again in your workplace. Your Naoko senpai gushing over him. Her whispering to your ear how he looked so rich. Seeing an expensive watch attached on his wrist and his suit. Neat, and ironed. "You hit the jackpot. He's so handsome" She winked, you shushing her.

This day you had plans. Plans to go out of work early, so you can start on fixing your things in your apartment. Chifuyu offered help. Cheeks flushed you tried to push him away because there was so much mess, it was embarassing.

"It's not y/n— let me help you" Chifuyu convinced you. "Fine fine." You just pouted puffing your cheeks, suddenly he poked it. "I always want to do that" Chifuyu chuckled before pinching your cheek.

Your ears turning red you quickly went in your apartment, cleaning your mess first before letting him in. Rolling his sleeves, he helped you with the heavy boxes moving it around.

"Don't you have work chifuyu-kun" You said as you took out some of your things placing them on their respective furniture storage. Curious why was he here now.

He was on the floor opening boxes for you. He glanced up to you. "Well my boss won't mind"

"What kind of boss is he"

"Well my boss is takemichy, do you remember the name?" He chuckled lightly. You furrowed your eyes. Wasn't he suppose to respect his boss? this guy.

"Hm was that the guy with banana hair?" You asked. To which he just nodded. "You work in what business?" You continued to ask casually.

"Hm different ones?" He sounds so unsure it made you think of different things. "Don't tell me you're in a mafia now" You jokingly say, remembering how he clearly went into fights when you guys were in middle school. You smiled remembering how you would get so upset at his face all beaten up in mornings. Always reminding yourself to bring doraemon bandaids.

"Haha that's funny" He said as his tone changed. He was in fact in a mafia, being assistant of his partner Takemichy. God, he was even a spy. (This is the future after valhalla arc)

He then opened another box. Curious, he peeked in— revealing a large sized stufftoy.

Doraemon!

Chifuyu smiled grabbing it. "You're still into this?" He teased you, wrapping his arms around it. You look back at him with a raised brow only to see him cuddling your stufftoy.

"Oy! I just want hugs in the night! I'm lonely!" You say pouting, making him laugh.

"I can give you hugs" Chifuyu casually say playing with the plush's hands. Not realizing what he said he looked at you. You just stood there with blushed cheeks.

God you looked so different, but not really at the same time. You were always so pretty but he thinks it evolved into beautiful especially your features got more refined.

You were the prettiest, he can just laugh how his 15 year old self would just deny that fact. Being himself now made him understand what he felt about you back then. He really really admires you.

He's so overwhelmed the day he found you. He didn't even know what to do. Hearing your name suddenly called out like that, he walked away.

The night came as you two finished up. Your apartment looking so minimally comfy. The space was now seen.

"Do you want to drink?" You offered him, bringing out some can beers. He nodded "Sure."

You two set up the tea table on the living room. Bringing out snacks you bought earlier. Looking for that card game you packed.

Woah, he thought. He never really expect you'd drink alcohol together. It really hits how long has it been.

"Aha! I win again." You say grinning. "Noo" He said before chugging down his drink. One can of beer turned into buying another pack again, You're beginning to slur your words. Chifuyu was good with alcohol surprisingly. (Maybe because he spent too much time drinking with takemichy) You stretch your arms. Resting your back on the couch.

Stopping the game you two just talked about funny things. "Pizza is good with pineapple." He suddenly said making you giggle. "Eh? You still remember that? I just said that to elongate our conversation." You looked at him at your side with a sleazy smile. He chuckled at this, your cheeks were so pink and squishy.

"Is that so??"

"I made every effort for you to like me back? And up until now you haven't realized that?" You slurred your words, pouting. Chifuyu widen his eyes at what you just said.

"I even saw that girl kissing you" You huff crossing your arms together like a child. Chifuyu sudden felt cold sweat on his temple. "You saw that?"

"Yeah, that was suppose to be the day I confess to you!—"

Suddenly his lips were pressed onto yours. A short quick peck to make you shutup. You widen your eyes at this as he leaned back. "Hm they are soft."

"h-huh?"

"I've always wondered what they would feel"

"Y-you're,,,,, hmf stupid chifuyu" You head turning to the side feeling your heart was gonna burst at the things he was saying. "Is that why you ignored me the next days?"

The jet black haired man laughed at your pouting lips. "I'm sorry about that day, that girl suddenly kissed me. It was so sudden i pushed her away"

"Oh." You trailed off, listening to what he was saying. You looked at him now with a smile. "I guess I must've overreacted a bit, sorry" You showed him your playful wink raising your fingers showing him a peace sign. Chifuyu chuckled before kissing your cheek, holding your hand. "I like you y/n so much" He said chin resting on your shoulder.

"I like you too" You say hugging his figure, as your eyes started to feel heavy you fell asleep. He smiled kissing your cheek.

The next day you found yourself on the sofa with him hugging you tightly. Memories of the night before came flashing back on your mind. You continue to stare at him and his features.

How can someone look so good sleeping?

"Goodmorning" His husky voice greeted you as you just stared at him. You blushed finally pushing yourself up to stnad. "You're already awake?"

"Yeah I thought you wanted to stare at me sleeping so I pretended to be" He smirked, cerulean eyes going up to your figure. You blushed at this kicking his leg harshly, pouting. "Just because I told you I did like you desperately doesn't mean you—"

"I was hoping a goodmorning to you too chifuyu" He said sitting up on the couch, pulling your waist in his arms. Burying his face on your tummy. "Don't go touchy on me— y-you didn't even ask me out" You said pouting as you stuttered. You crossed your arms. Him giving you a low chuckle.

"Then let's go on a date today, it's friday"

And you did. It was fun it felt like highschool all over again. You didn't get to experience any of this because you were so busy adjusting to your life in sendai. Helping out your mom. You told chifuyu about it. Him suggesting he would show you everything you had missed in your youth.

Chifuyu didn't mind doing all this for you. Make up for lost time. He really missed you so much, you and your antics. It was his turn to take care of you, he wanted to return your efforts.

"Chifuyu, we got so much time to do that, don't worry it's not like I'm gonna disappear"

"Yeah and you say that as if you didn't disappear before leaving me with so many questions"

"Then let's start with that!" You say with a giggle. Chifuyu deadpanned pinching your cheek. The day just continued on with you both visiting different places in tokyo. It amazes you how tokyo changed in 12 years. That sentence alone made you feel old.

A week has passed, your relationship blossoming. Chifuyu handled it very well, him taking it slow for you. Since you both were now working. And you were still new to all of this. You had a few share of date set ups by your mother.

Him laughing at your escape stories.

He held your hand, kissed your cheek. Hugged you. Though he hasn't kissed you again after that night you both got drunk. Though you wanted him to.

The day of the reunion came and he was able to convince you to join.

In your best clothes, you dressed up nicely. Clicking on your earrings, you looked at the mirror with light makeup on. Wearing your coat you slipped on some loafers. Chifuyu driving to your place to pick you up. He smiled at you.

Eyes admiring your whole divine visual. With your hair looking so naturally curled. Eyelashes longer than it was before. Eyes sparkling with the perfect shaded lipstick and blush complimenting your beautiful skin.

You look so stunning.

"I bought you something"

"Eh?"

He then pulled it out in his pockets. A box. You opened it seeing a silver gold necklace in it. Your eyes looking at him, elated. "So pretty, thank you fuyu~" You cooed appreciating it. He smiled letting him put it on you, kissing your nape afterwards.

You two went inside the restaurant with linked arms. Only to be met by familar faces, you widened your eyes at some people started to notice you. "Is that you l/n-chan?!" Some of the boys in your class before started to gush.

"Our angel~" The boys cooes, them bowing at your appearance you giggled realizing who they were now. "Y/n chan~?!? where did you goooo!" Some girls approached you as well, to which you have known your closest classmates that would help you out on chifuyu. Rika chan and Hana chan!

"Are you and chifuyu-kun together now!?" They said stealing you away from chifuyu. You looked at him giving him an apologetic smile, he just nodded. Him spotting his friends.

"Oi oi oi what was that?" The teasing began.

Finally everyone attended, you guys settling on one big table. You guys enjoying your dinner, while you talk about your lives. Old sweet hearts, that you didn't get to see because you left so early.

It was a heavy recap on mostly you. Some already married with kids already. Showing them baby pictures you adored. Rika and Hana apparently living together. They are both in the same culinary industry. "God I missed a lot"

"Yeah, you have to make it up for us! go to our wedding!" They say. Yasuda your clubmate ended up in the fashion industry.

Your eyes started to wander around looking for a lilac haired man.

"Y/n chan your skin is still so nice~" Your classmates started complimenting you. You blushed at this.

"You're even more prettier now, I'm so jealous" Other classmates told you, fawning over you. You wave your hands at them, still feeling so shy about compliments. "Eh? you guys look amazing too!"

Chifuyu noticed your roaming eyes. "Are you looking for mitsuya kun?" He whispered next to your ear. You hummed. "Hmhm where is he?"

"Maybe he'll come a little late, don't worry" Chifuyu said patting your shoulder. You smiled at this. The table continued to tease the jet black haired man, his friend giving those familiar toothy grins you remembered before. You giggled.

"And I thought you never liked anyone chifuyu" His other friend said sobbing, patting his back so heavily. The night just continued with everyone so happy and successful. You felt your heart warm seeing familiar faces. Feeling a bit overwhelmed on how you didn't expect to see them after 12 years.

The night ended so quickly. You went to the bathroom after chifuyu said that you guys should go ahead because you needed rest especially you had tight deadlines coming in your way.

This was an excuse because he wanted to spend time with you. Some classmates keep stealing you away from him.

Shaking off the water from your hands, you went out to see Chifuyu already waiting for you leaning on the wall. Looking like he had just ended a call from his phone. Pocketing his phone he stood straight.

"Let's go?" He asks to which you just nodded. Assisting you first, his hand went to your lower waist, leading you out. "Before we leave, I have someone who wants to meet you" The jet black haired man smiled. You just nodded curious to what he was saying.

He led you outside in the parking lot. To see a man standing by a car. He had the same lilac hair of mitsuya. Though you had second thoughts because of his mullet hair cut.

"Is that?"

"Yeah, you should go and greet him" Chifuyu smiled at you, chuckling at your questioning face. He pats your head. You walking your pace towards him, you wrapped your arms around him. "Mitsuya-kun! I'm sorry!!!! I left you with so many club projects!" Was the first thing you said. Mitsuya laughed at this.

Chifuyu watched as you two conversed so excitedly. Well you mostly. Chifuyu leaning his back on his car, checking his contacts. Knowing this is gonna take a while. After it felt like an hour, His cerulean eyes went up to look at you so happy. Seeing that you two exhanged numbers.

"Let's meet again, my feet are cramping because of you" Mitsuya joked out, you pouted. He laughed at this patting your head. "I'm glad he saw you again. Or you wouldn't be standing infront of me right now"

"You're so emo what happened to cool you?"

"Meanie, I'm guessing you two are hitting it off"

"Yup"

"Good. I'm going now. See you on tuesday."

After that little meeting you waved your hand at the lilac haired boy as he drove his car away. You skipping you way to chifuyu you hugged him.

"Thank you fuyu~"

He blushed at the sudden nickname. "Anything for you, angel" He grinned leaning it to kiss your forehead. Earning a thank you text as well from Mitsuya.

Chifuyu then drove you home, stopping at your apartment. He smiled at you, as you look at him with a pout. You wanted to spend more time with him.

Why was the car ride so quick. Think quick y/n.

"See you tomorrow" Chifuyu said leaning in to give your cheek a kiss but you caught his shoulders. His eyes giving you a questioning look.

"Wanna drink in my house?"

"Again?"

Drink again it is. Chifuyu took off his jacket and tie, few buttons of his shirt are now unbuttoned. Feeling heat take over him as you both drink.

You challenged him on who had the most advantage when it comes to alcohol tolerance. Chifuyu immediately refused your offer. He wouldn't want to get you drunk, resulting you to pouting.

"Hey chifuyu, are you still a virgin?"

"Y/n why are you straightforward?" He said flicking your forehead as you giggled. "How about you then" His eyes going observing as you poured on your own glass, taking your drink once again.

"No I asked you first." You furrowed your brows hugging your knees together.

"Does it matter if I say no?"

"Your loyalties are revoked" You pointed at him to which he just chuckled. He held your jaw puffing your cheeks together.

"I know what this is y/n, No. "

ah shit he got me.

"Whyy?"

"We'll take this slow" He said letting go of your cheeks. He rested his head on your couch seats. Looking up.

"And If I say I don't want to?"

"My efforts to resist you is now thrown aside" He said looking back at you licking his pink lips. Your ears and cheeks flushed. He smiled. "You're too drunk now though, let's not"

"I only had one because you kept taking mine" You say pointing at your one glass. Looking at him innocently. Chifuyu glanced at it then you. Your glossed lips doing that irresistable pout again. He bit his.

"One kiss" He said his hand going up, his findex finger point up. You smiled moving to straddle his lap. Leaning in to kiss his lips, so chaste.

"One kiss. Done" You said smiling. "another one" He said, You leaned in to claim his lips once again. "Second kiss." You say. "Third"

Another kiss to another. He finally sat up straight kissing yours deeply. You closed your eyes melting into it. Tasting bitterness and sweetness at the same time. Slowly his hands wrapped around your waist. Caressing your sides so tenderly. You feel heat taking over your body, your core started to feel heightened.

He continued to give you harsh sucking. You gasping out for air, you continue to kiss him. Slowly grinding your cunt down on his hardening bulge.

"Are you sure—" Kiss. "—about this?" He muttered between the wet kisses. You hummed in response. His fingers lacing itself to the back of your thighs. He carried you with ease, you snaking your arms around his neck. Opening your door so easily without fail, he continued to pepper the soft skin of your neck. You whimpered at this feeling.

He finally settled you on your bed. You looked at him, flushed. Pressing your thighs together. You both stared each other with hooded lids.

Your soft shiny hair sprawled on the mattress looking so perfect, your face flushed, lip sucked bruised. Clothes a bit wrinkled. Skirt hiking up to show your beautiful soft thighs and panties. A wet patch already seen. He bit his lip, watching you writhe just by his kissing.

"You look so beautiful, angel" He praised you kissing you deeply again climbing on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your lips against him. His thumb caressing your cheek.

He started to take off your top leaving you in your bra. Your skin feeling cold for a bit. Lips going down to your neck. You shut your eyes letting out tiny whimpers as he sucked on your unblemished skin. Letting his tongue dart out making you bite your lip.

He started to fondle your clothed breasts so gently "Chifuyu" A whiny moan came out of your pretty lips. "Hm" He hummed pulling the bra down, letting your breasts perk out. His lips enclosed on your mound. His other hand was fiddling the other between his index and thumb.

His cerulean eyes watching you with growing lust seeing your contorted face. Feeling his pants tighten, at the tiny sounds. you were making. Continuing to suck on your tits. Lapping at them, torturing the skin around red bruised.

You were now half naked infront of him. You were such an angel. You pouted at him as he you saw him still in clothes. He chuckled. "Alright, alright." He said before unbuttoning his shirt. Removing it. You blushed at his soft pale skin and toned stomach. His fingers raking through his hair before leaning in to kiss you once again.

Though, you were getting too impatient as you cunt was pounding so loudly. Wanting to get filled.

"Chifuyu please" You plead him, as you grind your clothed heat on his thigh. Eyes glossed. He clicked his tongue "Damn angel I'm doing this slowly for you. . . but you're so needy hm?"

Your cheeks feeling warm out of embarassment of the words he said. You turn your head to the side. The latter can only smirk at your action, Chifuyu held your chin making you look at him. His hand going down slipping past the band of your panties. Palming your heat.

"Tell me princess what do you want then?" His fingers started rubbing your wet slick. You just looked at him with that same irresistable pout. That innocent eyes just wanting to get touched so badly.

"I want you inside of me" You whined.

"Is that so?" He said suddenly thrusting two thick fingers in your wet hole. He smirked how it went in so easily. "mmmm so wet" He muses, making you bite your lip, feeling his thick long fingers in you. "mmm chifuyu"

The jet black haired man suddenly pulled the flimsy lace cloth down. Leaving you now in your black stockings that stops on your mid thigh. Making you gasp as the cold air hit your wet slit. Out of instinct you pushed your thighs together.

"Now let's keep them apart shall we?"

Pushing your thighs down apart. Opening your legs wide for him. Seeing your bare wet pussy full on display infront him. The tiny hole undefiled, unbruised. Clenching into nothing. Wetness started drip down out of it.

Chifuyu could only hiss at how wet you were. How long have you been waiting for him to dick you down.

He dipped down his head, tongue finally lapping you juices. The tip sliding up and down your slit occasionally hitting you aching nub.

You can only sigh at the long wanted pleasure he was giving you. Chifuyu eating you out with your leg spread so wide open, made you feel embarassed. You hid yourself with an arm on your eyes. Continue to sob as the feeling of his tongue toying with your precious nub. His fingers spreadin your lips apart, letting your clit bulge out.

He was enjoying this lapping his tongue on your cunt. Laying it flat so slowly, then flicking the tip up on your burning clit.

"You taste so sweet angel, fuck." His breath fanning your hole. Spitting on your hole, your thighs joltes and started to quiver.

This was so so good.

"Chifuyu" Your high pitch moan was finally let out. fuck he loves it so much. His lips sucking onto your pounding nub you felt yourself coil in his touch. He then plunged in his two fingers, thrusting it hard and deep curling, easily finding your sweet spot when you started whining, hips moving a bit to which he pins down.

With him continuing to hit your sweet spots, you feel your lower tummy starting build up. Chifuyu noticing how your spongy walls started clenching around his fingers.

"Are you close? use me princess go on." Your breathing hitched as you started grinding your hips shamelessly on his face. "Cum, cum, cum." He teasingly cooed in his low voice, adjusting his pace towards your liking. You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you came undone.

He started unbuckling his belt, he pulled out his shaft, it was 6 inches long. Curved. With a red tip. It was pale. A few veins. You felt yourself tightening around nothing. Looking at him with glossed eyes through your long lashes.

"Tell me if it hurts, I'm gonna stop immediately" He tells you before climbing on top of you kissing your cheek, hot. Immense hooded eye contact between you two, everything was so foggy.

You kissing him with your mouth open, as he kissed you back so deeply. Leaving you in pants, as he licked your bottom lip so languidly.

Feeling his tip on your entrance, you shut your eyes as he stretched you out. Furrowing your brows, feeling the pain hit you. Your hymen snapping, from just him halfway in you.

Finally entering inside you full. You can feel your lower abdomen so full. He hissed hiding his face on your neck. So tight, fuck.

You felt him gotten bigger inside of you. You whimpered at this feeling his shaft throb against your gummy walls. His red tip brushing up your sensitive core.

"You can move now" You whisper next his ear. With that chifuyu moves so slowly. Thrust his shaft in and out of you so languidly, passionately. You rolled your eyes at the sensation. You were so full. Tiny whiny moans came out of your lips, as he thrust back up to you. Wrapping your legs around his hips. Wanting him deeper in you.

Tightening yourself around him. He bit on your shoulder. "Fuck angel, If you keep doing that I might cum right now" He says. He was still resisting himself, continuing his slow thrusts for you to adjust.

"Chifuyu, faster please" You say softly on his ears. With just your approving words he immediately thrust back to you deeper. Hips touching, he then started to go on a fast pace. Making your body jolt up and down with his. "Hmm chifuyu so good so good"

You were so warm and tight for him, feeling your liquid coating his cock so fluidly. It was enticing. The jet black haired man groaned as he continued to hit that sensitive spot of yours the he finds so alluring, wanting to hear more of your lewd high pitched sounds. "mm ah! ah! c-chifuyu " You continued to moan his name as he fucked you out. Hips slamming into yours every thrust. You just arched your back.

"Feels good?" He cooed against your ear, making you nod at him. Lolling your tongue out. So fuck out. "You're so good for me, angel... fuckk" He groaned slamming his length towards the back of your pussy so fast causing you whimper. Your vision becoming clouded of your tears.

"C-close"

"Again? go on pretty cum for me" He groaned, picking up the pace for you, feeling himself close to his limit. Suddenly he gripped your back thighs. Curling you, into half. You whining at the sudden change of position, feeling more full than before.

"mm so f-full" You whined.

"Fuck, angel I'm so close."

You two came. Him still grinding inside of you riding out your high as your cunt was rimmed with his cum. You panted, jolting a bit. Quivering at the high. He leaned down to kiss you again passionately. "Good girl." He smiled kissing your cheek. He pulled out of you.

You were still breathless.

"Let's get you cleaned up?" He offered, you shaking your head because you wanted to rest. Only to save you from his teasing. You can't feel your legs right now.

"noo cuddle!" You say crossing your arms.

"Nooo lets take a shower then go to sleep"Chifuyu retorted. You shake your head. His lip turning to a lop sided grin. "You can't walk? can you?"

"Fuck you."

"You just did. C'mon I'll carry you"

You smiled feeling his warmth embrace you. I guess your efforts didn't go to waste at all.

"Chifuyu kun~ I'm y/n! " The first time he heard your serene voice made his chest feel swell overwhelmed. A wave of feeling took him, it was like the wind blowing through his nose in spring.

You gave him endless bliss the first time you talked to him.

Endless bliss that he didn't notice he needed in his life.

[xuxishortcake]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are an undercover agent, still fairly new at the job & on the search for two notorious con men, who might be part of a gang in the mafia. it's your job to figure out what's going on but oh my, are they more dashing than expected.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠�� | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : switch!reader sub!jungkook dom!taehyung smut , cursing, forced into s*x , cream pie , fingering , blowjob , double penetration

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k

hello everyone! this officialy my second fanfic I've written, so pardon if there are any mistakes, grammar errors, etc. feedback is appreciated greatly! hope u love the fic!! ^_^

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you wore a black suit that was nicely tailored to your body. you were driving around in San Francisco because you were assigned to work there for the day. all you knew so far was that you were after two con men who might've been involved in serious Mafia activity. you kept your ears on alert, waiting for more information from your agency. finally, you got an incoming call on your watch.

"hello?"

"hey y/n, it's seulgi. so I've found the house you need to go into, it's in the Presidio Hights neighborhood. I'll send you the full address. " *ding* came in the address & seulgi continued on. "the two men are Korean with the names Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taeyhung. remember, be careful, we have no idea what these two are capable of, there's evidence pointing to them being in the Seo-bang Faction group."

"don't worry," your replied. " I might be one of the newer agents, but I've been taught well. "

"ok. we're counting on you. we have backup, but it'll take about 10minutes to get to the mansion since we don't want them to discover us. "

"gotcha. I'll call once I'm done." & you hung up the phone.

you pulled out the message with the address, put on your navigation system & started driving towards your destination.

thirty minutes later, you arrived & parked nearby the grand mansion you were to go inside of. you scouted far away with a special type of glasses to find an entry way. there was easy to open windows on the second story & you made your way to the mansion. going through the window, you stepped onto the plush, maroon colored carpet. finally inside, you walked as quietly as you could, your shoes were designed anyways to be as quiet as possible but it was better to be safe than sorry. it was surprisingly quite minimalistic with decor, the decor itself though being very ornate. you looked down the interior balcony. a grand set of marble stairs led up to the second floor & third floor. you started walking up to the third floor, there were some pretty expensive looking paintings leading up. finally reaching to the top, you walked down the long corridor. checking in each room if there were any signs of life. no luck. where in the hell were they? could it have been possible they knew somehow someone was coming & left? the final room you were about to check was the biggest, the master bedroom. the first thing you took notice of was the huge espresso colored canopy bed with a velvety crimson bed spread. there were also a few shelves with gold items & books on them. you looked through them all, to see if there was anything hidden but there was nothing. you checked in the huge bathroom, nothing. just a beautiful & large bathtub & joint sink. puzzled, you sat on top of the bed. you hadn't a clue what to do next. there weren't any new messages from the agency, so the two must've been in the house somewhere. you started to feel a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over you. was it because of the jet lag? no, this isn't normal. it was probably sleeping gas. you were now barely able to keep your eyes open & saw two figures walk into the room. {shit.} you thought, & blacked out.

what seemed to be hours later, you slowly started to regain consciousness. you were calling out to your watch to call your agency & nothing happened. you now realized you were tied to a chair & stripped of gadgets, weaponry & even your own clothes. you started to turn your chair around the room to find if there was anyone around. in came from the corridor & into the bedroom the two men you were supposed to find. they both were nicely tailored, as to be expected but the thing that had caught you off guard was their visuals. the two seemed to be in their twenties & were very, very good looking. they sat down onto a sofa that was across from you, both staring intently into your eyes.

"well," said the one with particularly long eyelashes "are you going to start talking or no? "

"yeah, we're not waiting all day for an answer. " vocalized the other, looking you up & down.

you felt absolutely mortified. not only were these men goddamn gorgeous, but you were only in the pair of black lace underwear that was concealed underneath your suit, which was now in a bundle in the corner of the room.

"I was sent here to investigate the two of you."

"by whomst?" asked the one with the long eyelashes.

you stayed silent. if these men were really part of the Seo-bang Faction group you could never let them know where you worked at, for your whole agency could be in grave danger.

"still not trying to talk hm? bring out the gun, jeongguk."

your eyes widened, trying to maintain a calm face. jeongguk went out of the bedroom. a few seconds later, he came back in with an old fashioned looking pistol, handing it over to taehyung. taehyung cocked the gun.

"now tell me, with WHOM are you working for? " he spoke watching intently.

"I'm not going to tell unless you tell me about yourself first." you retaliated.

"oh well, suit yourself." he pointed the gun & pulled the trigger.

your eyes we're closed shut & you were sweating bullets until you realized that you were still alive.

taehyung was chuckling. "oh my, you should've seen your face then, it was priceless i tell you, priceless."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked, clearly shaken.

"oh trust me, he could have" jeongguk interjected "we already knew someone was coming here, we just wanted to have some fun. there are no bullets in that so there wasn't any way to kill you with it. "

"aren't you concerned I'm trying to report about you two? your members of that gang no? "

"haha, no. I can assure you we are just simple, cunning assholes, who like to do frauds, maybe a few scams here & there, but we're not involved in some huge Mafia group."

"do you expect me to believe you?"

"yes, I guess. after all, what else can you do now that you're stuck here?"

"so...what do you want from me then?" you asked.

"like I told you, fun."

"what do you mean exactly? "

"to put it simple, a real fun, hot fuck. we haven't had one of those in a while. sure, you can get a prostitute & we have no problems getting any person that we want, but this, this is much more interesting. " jeongguk said smirking, crossing his arms.

"if you do it, we'll let you go. "taehyung added, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? sure, you had been in difficult situations before, but not like this. this....what were you supposed to tell your agency? you were forced into sleeping with two men who were possibly in the mafia? there had to be another way out of it...

"listen, unless you have super powers & can magically weasel yourself out of very tight rope, there's no other way for you to get out of this. " taehyung said almost as if he could read your mind. "so is it a yes?"

you gave a slow nod.

"hmmm, ok great. well, not that you had much of a choice anyway but I promise you won't regret it. " taehyung stated confidently. "jeongguk, untie her."

& he untied you. rubbing your sore wrists, you looked up at the man who untied you. god, he really was good looking.

"so, what now?" you asked slowly standing up.

"we need to know three things." said jeongguk. "one, are you dominant or a sub, or both? two, what is your safe word? I know technically what we are doing isn't legal, but it's no fun if you're uncomfortable and lastly, three. can you take two cocks at once? "

"I'm a switch, & hell, I bet I could take two. for a safe word...." you looked around "gold."

"ok cool, let's get started then." jeongguk said while pushing you onto the bed.

taehyung stood up from the couch & walked over. the two now standing over your smaller frame, like two foxes staring at their prey hungrily.

"you suck on him." said taehyung pointing at jeongguk. "I'll take care of you."

jeongguk started to unfasten his belt & you, still on the bed turned so you were horizontal,in a dog position. only pants down, you palmed him through his boxers. you finally pulled them down & revealed his half hard on. he was in your hand & you gave a few quick strokes & took him in vigorously. he let out a low groan, you could feel him already growing in your mouth & started to move while you were sucking. he put his hand on your head, keeping you at a steady pace. meanwhile, taehyung was behind you, on the other side of the bed, palming your ass. the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers squeezing your flesh made you gasp. he traced his fingers over to your underwear & pulled them to the side. he ghosted over your slit, collecting some of your wetness onto his fingers. gently, he prodded a finger up your pussy. slowly moving it, in & out & added another one. you moaned, vibrating against jeongguk's cock.

"oh shit, do that again." he said head thrown back a bit, holding onto your head tighter.

taehyung inserted another finger; now three fingers were knuckle deep into you. you could hear how wet you were by the way your pussy was squelching. you had muffled moans for jeongguk kept your mouth full. you had difficulty not crumbling under taehyungs touch, his hands working like magic. he pulled out of you & you whined, desperately clenching around nothing.

"pull out." taehyung said to jungkook while licking off his fingers. jungkook nodded. "y/n was it? go put that brat in his place & do not let him touch you. "

taehyung walked over to a piece of furniture, rummaged around a drawer & came back with a blindfold & handcuffs.

"put these on him." taehyung said as he handed you them.

"aw shit really?? why can't I see?" jeongguk whined, giving a little pout & took off his top.

"because you were having a little too much fun over there. plus, you like being a sub anyways."

jeongguk & you went towards the headboard. you snapped on the handcuffs & tied the blind fold on jeongguk "don't worry," you whispered to him, starting to pull off your panties & bra. "I'll take care of you real good." & it sent shivers down his spine.

you positioned him to your entrance & sank down on him. you both moaned in unison , the stretch feeling incredible. his hips had already starting to move; you bounced up & down on him, hips sometimes twirling. you gave attention to his neck & started to lick & give damp kisses.

taehyung felt his hard on press tightly against his pants & started to undress. he went back to the same drawer from before & he brought out a bottle of lube & got onto the bed. he poured a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers & sat behind you. he took to your neck & started leaving kisses & bites on it, causing you to softly moan.

"do you need to be warmed up? or do you think you can handle me now?" he asked against you, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I mmm think I can take you." you said, moving yourself a little so you were in an angle that he could get inside of you.

"can I have the blindfold off please? I really want to see this." jeongguk said, hips grinding up into yours.

"ok, take it off of him y /n." & you went & did as he said.

taehyung didn't waste any time, he moved his cock over your unoccupied hole,teasing you for a bit, & finally slid in. you moaned out loud, tears starting to form in your eyes. taehyung felt girthier whereas jeongguk was longer, you felt so full & it was wonderful.

"fuck." taehyung groaned against your ear "you're so damn tight." & started to thrust.

you & jeongguk didn't move as much anymore because you both could feel him thrusting into you. taehyung thought he'd take it up a notch & slapped your ass. you moaned out, surprised & had tightened around jeongguk.

"oh my god, I'm gonna cum." he cried out, thighs starting to shake a little.

"I only want you to come when she does. " taehyung said as he thrusted deeper & deeper into you, slapping your ass harder, winning another lovely moan out from you.

taehyung bent over you now & cupped one hand around your tit & the other snaked down to your clit. between the deep penetration in your pussy, the thrusting in your ass, one of taes hands playing with your nipple & the other rubbing circles on your clit, you felt your climax approaching you.

"oh fuck- I'm about to cum." you moaned out, barely able to stay in position, feeling as if you were about to break.

"go then. you can go now too jeongguk." taehyung said, his own thrusts starting to get sloppier.

you clenched around the both of them, moaning out. jeongguk moaned out right after you, finally releasing, shaking beneath you. which triggered a somewhat chain reaction & made taehyung release right after, filling you up to the brim with cum. the three of you rode it all out together. cum was dripping out your pussy & ass, glistening on both of their cocks. you all were panting on top of each other, taehyung pulled out & went to grab some tissues in the drawer of a night stand. you pulled yourself off of jungkook & unchained his hands from the bed. you flopped in the middle of the bed, chest heaving with probably the most fucked out looking face ever. taehyung cleaned the two of you off & then himself, then slid right next to you, eyes starting to close. 

you had no idea how long you slept for, but you could see that it was still light out. then you remembered you were supposed to let seulgi know if the two were suspicious. "shit!" you exclaimed & hurried out of the bed. you picked up your watch from the corner of the room & frantically searched her number to call her. she picked up.

"hello? y/n are you ok?" seulgi asked with concern. "you were off the radar for hours, we were about to send some people over because we weren't get any responses from you."

"oh, no no I'm fine! I think maybe I went offline since I didn't see any incoming messages until now. " you said as you tried to make up something.

"hmmm, that's odd. did you find out anything? "

"sadly no, there's no evidence of their involvement it seems like."

"well then, I'd suggest you leave. we have another place for you to check out. tell me once you're on the road."

"ok." you replied. "I'll talk to you later on." & you hung up.

you went back to the bed & realized taehyung was gone & jeongguk was awake. "you're leaving already?" he asked, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. he then reached his into the drawer of the nightstand & pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"yeah. I need to continue working or they'll think something is suspicious. " you said sliding into your pants.

"awe, that sucks. do you want one by the way?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"no thanks, I don't really smoke." you said, collecting all your stuff & putting it onto the bed.

"well, do you want some red wine maybe?"

you paused. "sure." & sat down next to him, taking the glass of wine he had on top of the nightstand.

"by the way, you were amazing. I don't think I've had that much fun in a good while. " he looked at you with his pretty round eyes, releasing a bit of smoke out of his mouth.

"thank you. I don't think I've ever had that much fun before, ever." you replied taking a sip of the wine. "especially with someone rumored to be in the mafia."

"yeah, pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think you expected any of this at all." he smiled. "we need to do this again, if you're up to it."

"I think I would be." giving him a little smirk. "it's not everyday you find two incredibly hot guys willing to be fuck buddies. I might have to fly back to San Francisco just to fuck. "

you heard footsteps approaching the room & finally saw taehyung, standing in the door way in a cream colored robe with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"so, you're finally awake." he said coming into the room. "how was it?"

"I liked it very much. I just told jeongguk I'll fly back to San Francisco just to fuck you guys." you giggled.

taehyung laughed, getting into the bed with you two. " I hope that is true because I'd love to do this again sometime. " wrapping an arm around you.

"definitely. I have to go now though." you said disappointedly. "I'm expected to continue working."

"hmmm, that's a shame." taehyung said sipping his wine. " I need to give you me & jeongguk's number."

"sure." you two exchanged numbers. "well, I've got to go sadly; wish I could stay longer. today was very enjoyable." you said, buttoning up your blazer.

before you walked out, jeongguk called to you "I hope you can come back! " he said, him & taehyung smirking. you smirked back, waved at them & left.

[zirkkun]

For the "Writers' Would You Ever..." game, if you are still doing that.

Would you ever write, hmmm, um, Sansby or Soriel? I know (at least I am pretty sure), you like both ships.

The Soriel stuff you rb'ed around Soriel Week was super cute by the way (I esp. loved renrink's stuff, esp. the one for the Unrequited (?) prompt; which was so gorgeous and got me right in the heart. The Underlust!Soreil you drew was also super cute; can always do w/ more UL!Soriel (as well as UL!Sansby).

So yeah, I know you like Soriel (I love it too). Still wanted to ask about it.

...However, I wanted to ask even more about if you would do/write Sansby (which, I know/pretty sure you like too. I love it too), because I am pretty sure in UL, Sansby was a thing (I think. Either way, I like UL Sansby a lot), but in ULR, Sans and Grillby hate each other. Why you gotta do us Sansby and/or UL Sansby fans like that, huh? Almost as bad as when Lynx japed/tricked us into thinking there might be nice, cute Soriel in Paper Trail; only for Sans to be basically trying to get info out of Toriel. Why must you both do us like this?

If you can't tell, I am not really being serious about; I mainly joking. Though, that stuff in Paper Trail did actually really get me though (loved how that conversation between Sans and Tori was written though), and Sans and Grillby hating each other in ULR does hurt my (I also find it really, really funny though. Esp. since you drew that scene with Grillby yelling at Ace to get out of his bar. Idk, I just find their whole dynamic hilalrous) Sansby and UL!Sansby loving heart. Anyway yeah, considering that. I gotta know if you write some Sansby in the future (Soriel too ofc). Also, you don't have to answer both (i.e. both Soriel and Sansby), you can just answer one or the other if you want to.

PS: I had such trouble figuring out how to do Asks. I couldn't find a way to send you an Ask if the your Tumblr was in fullscreen; I had to change and make it desktop/not fullscreen in order send this ask. It was so weird. It probably had something to do with your Tumblr's format change/new look (which, really surprised me, and took some getting used to. Esp. it being Green and not purple; though I really like both colors. And also the Underverse Ink Gif being gone; though I also like the 3 Pink Sanses (Classic, Ink, and Blue) that you have in the top right corner now though. I like the new look/format though; just took me some getting used to; since I was so used to your old look/format); hope Tumblr fixes that.

I am also guessing your new Format/look also has something to do with me able to write REALLY long asks now and apparently add images and gifs and stuff. I thought it was a mobile thing (I tried the Tumblr app, didn't find any options like that), but it looks like it is not (I am on pc now)?

Sorry, this Ask ended up quite long (if it is too long for you, you don't have to answer it, if you don't want to); I hadn't sent an Ask like this in a bit (since you were on hiatus and stuff, and I didn't want to bug you), and I ended up having a lot to say. Also, being able to send an Ask this long now in the 1st place; was just too much power for me; too much. Which reminds me! I am happy you are at least partially off hiatus! I hope you sorted things out well, and that you are doing well. :)

*cracks knuckles* alright lemmie go thru and answer this all!

As for your first question, maybe! I've never been too big on writing ship things much to begin with tbh, not because I have anything against them, but just cause I don't really get the same enjoyment out of them as I do writing self insert fics... but AU versions are fun! Not like how we have in the UT fandom but more like regular AU things, such as like an old scrapped fic i had for another fandom where the two characters were princes from opposing kingdoms but they couldn't marry because it would not benefit their families. The original show had nothing to do with that. Those are fun. So are the classic coffee shop or university AUs. So something like that for Soriel or Sansby would be fun too!

For the record though, I don't have anything against Sansby. I find it humorous that Grillby in canon literally says like nothing and yet a ship came out of Sans owing him money, but nothing against the ship. There's a lot of cute work out there with it and I could have sworn I'd reblogged some at som point? Hm. Maybe I'll just have to reblog more 👀✨

I think I may have said this a long time ago, before the rename for ULR; but Ace's role is probably one of the closest to his original character in UL, I merely added on to it and tweaked the story behind the Lust serum. Hugo and Ace did not always hate each other, in fact they were just as close as their UL counterparts at one point! But something happened that caused them to split, and the falling out didn't end well.

Also, as for the asks format changing, that's on Tumblr! They've been very glitchy and terrible on desktop. Hopefully my new theme hasn't broken them completely on top of that. It worked for me when I double-checked it, since I know a lot of people have been having issues with the update and literally everyone wants it to go back 😂 sorry you had such a struggle tho!

[hellhoundsprey]

Fic prompt: Lucifer!Sam/Jack noncon + forced breeding

Right to the point!

Warnings: rape, angelic grace play, mind control, father/son incest, unsafe sex

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The door to his room opens. Someone comes inside. They close the door again.

Jack remains face-down in his bed, his pillow hugged tight against his face. He should sleep. He has to sleep—no more grace. No more powers.

He peers at the person as the mattress dips with their weight—Sam, sitting down.

“Can’t sleep?”

Jack shakes his head.

“Me neither.” Sam smiles. Sam pets Jack’s leg over the blanket. “How you doin’, bud?”

Jack’s brow furrows.

“Weird, isn’t it? No juice. All sluggish. Screw the flu, am I right?”

Jack tenses. “You’re—”

“Shh-shh-shh.” ‘Sam’ puts his finger to his lips. “We don’t wanna wake up Dean-o.”

Jack’s body flashes hot and icy back-to-back; his pulse escalates. His throat ties up and he wants to scream, he does—can’t, too scared, how did, when did…?

Jack’s father curls Sam’s hand into a fist that tugs Jack’s blanket off him. Sam’s eyes watch the flex of Sam’s knuckles with fascination. Reverence.

Sam’s voice mumbles, “Man, I missed you, Sammy,” and Sam’s fist jerks, and Lucifer clasps it again, tight.

‘Sam’ smiles at Jack.

“I tried to be nice, Jack. You know I did.”

Jack’s stomach turns with the drag of Sam’s hand up his bare leg. He manages to scramble away, finally, towards the headboard. Sam follows, easily.

“What, still scared? Even with this pretty face? See, that’s the problem with your generation: you don’t appreciate anything.”

Jack gasps as his ankle gets grabbed and he gets yanked closer to ‘Sam’. Sam is strong. Jack knows that. With his powers, Jack was stronger, of course, but now—they sparred today, again, and Jack is still sore. He didn’t land a single point. He breathes so quickly it doesn’t even reach his lungs.

Jack’s head feels weird. Light and fuzzy.

“No, don’t you faint on me, buddy,” and Lucifer adds, “not yet,” with a smile, and snaps his finger.

Jack’s next inhale is so deep and satisfying his heart instantly slows down. Pumps low, steady, and he is naked. Frozen and on his back, on display—Sam rubs Jack’s thigh, and higher.

Sam scowls as he pinches Jack’s stomach. “At least I know they feed you.” Eyes up to Jack—Sam’s eyes. But nothing about them feels like Sam. “It’s hard, you know? For a dad? To know my kid’s out there, being raised by monkeys? And look what they did. My only son, and of course they screw thatup, too.”

‘Sam’ leans in, climbs fully onto the bed. He’s tall. Jack’s never seen him like—oh, he has. Sparring, helping Jack back up. Smiling, hair in his face, wrinkles around his eyes. Lucifer uses Sam’s face differently. Like there are other muscles for him to utilize.

Sam’s frown—like this, Sam never…he’d never look at Jack like this. Like he is disappointed.

“Still my blood, though. Still mine.” Lucifer drags Sam’s knuckles along Jack’s jaw. Jack is too mellow-heavy-calm to move, to push him away. He sweats, can’t tremble. His feet are cold. (Sam still smellslike Sam. Sounds like Sam.) “It’s okay if you’re just Clark Kent now. Flesh still got its uses, you know?”

Lucifer dents Jack’s bottom lip with Sam’s thumb. His other hand drags up high, cups the side of Jack’s throat—

Jack manages, “No,” but Lucifer kisses his forehead either way. His ear. Pets through his hair.

“Don’t be silly. What else do you think you’re good for in this form? Hey, I’m being nice.” Lucifer pulls back to pout and frown at Jack. “You know what these freaks do when they’re bored and notfornicating? Warfare. Torture. Stupid little humans. The orgies…! Hell, back when there was no internet and no, you know, culture? Nothing else on the TV.” Sam’s hand rubs over Jack’s chest. Sam’s thumb works one of his nipples. Jack’s stomach clenches with the unwanted sensations. Jack’s father talks low. Sweet. Forehead to forehead with Jack, nuzzling. “You would have loved it,” promises Lucifer. “Like father, like son, right?”

Jack tells him, “No,” again, and his whole body locks up in disgust as Lucifer pushes Sam’s mouth onto Jack’s. Sticks Sam’s tongue past Jack’s lips.

“Hey, be nice,��� huffs Lucifer, right up against Jack’s mouth. “We’ve got time to make up for, you and I. And I’ve been waiting long enough.”

Lucifer kisses him again. Jack is gonna be sick. His body won’t go through with it, though, like something holds him back, forces him pliant. Archangel grace and Jack is just human, now, no match. Sam’s body, Lucifer’s powers…! Jack’s head spins. His eyes can tear up, at least.

“Awww.” Lucifer wipes the wet from one cheek, licks it off the other. “Hey, shhh. Pretend I’m Sammy. You like him, don’t you? I mean, who doesn’t.” Lucifer scoffs, adoring. Kisses behind Jack’s ear, grabs Jack’s wrist to shove Jack’s hand into the front of Sam’s pajama pants. “Here, buddy, c’mon. Make Daddy feel nice, okay? Daddy hasn’t felt nice in a looong time.”

Jack sobs. Lucifer shushes him, kisses him. Swirls Sam’s tongue against Jack’s and Jack doesn’t reciprocate but his body does, somehow. His hand moves—too. Up and down, firm grip. Sam’s body is warm, here; silken. Lucifer hums against Jack’s throat. Sucks on the skin, there.

“Hmmm. Yeah, Sammy’s been neglecting himself for sure. Look at you,” and more wet kisses down Jack’s throat, across his chest. “We know where you got your good looks from, huh?”

Sam’s penis is getting harder and hotter in Jack’s fist. Swelling, fattening—Jack trembles so hard even Lucifer’s spell can’t fully repress it anymore. Lucifer hums and shoves Sam’s pajamas down, crawls up between Jack’s legs. He keeps kissing and nuzzling Jack, blankets him, buries him—Jack can’t stop moving his hand just like he can’t stop crying.

He tries, “No,” again, weak with the weight of Lucifer’s grace.

“Yes,” hums Lucifer. Sucks at Jack’s tongue. Jack’s lip. “Yes, baby. It’s okay.”

Jack sobs. He can’t shake his head like he wants to. Can’t push Lucifer away like he wants to—his hand rises instead to curl around the back of Sam’s neck, to pull him closer. Lucifer coos, laughs. He rubs Sam’s penis between Jack’s ass cheeks. Sticky, hot—Jack tenses in fear. He doesn’t want—this. Any of this.

“Gonna let me in? Like your mom did?” Lucifer pushes Sam’s hips forward some more. Digs Sam’s penis stiff against Jack’s asshole and it burns, it’s uncomfortable—Jack feels in horror how his insides go wet, how they soften and—Lucifer pushes inside him with the next stroke. “Oh, good boy, Jack. Look at you. Obedient at last.”

Jack can’t speak can’t feel anything but—the pressure, the stretch down below. The heat of Sam’s body in the clutch of both of Jack’s arms, now, wrung tightly around Sam’s neck. Sam’s hair, brushing his cheek. Sam’s voice, groaning—Sam’s body, grinding against Jack’s.

This isn’t happening. It’s just—not.

“Oh, it sure is,” chuckles Lucifer.

Lucifer pushes the entire length of Sam’s penis into Jack and moves it back and forth, in and out. He says something about Sam being tall all over, huh, kiddo, but finally stops talking after that. Just grunts and moans against Jack’s ear, Jack’s cheek, as he rubs Sam’s penis inside Jack. It hurts. It doesn’t. It’s weird. Jack doesn’t like it.

Sam’s voice whispers, “Stop lying to yourself.” The bed creaks softly. Sam slaps into Jack so hard their skins smack against each other. It sounds wet. “He’s thought about this. About a lot, involving you. Trust me, this is one of the nice things.”

Jack’s body pools hot, inside. His thoughts are too blurry to hold onto. The world is reduced to—Sam, on top of him—no, his father, not Sam.

“Hmmm. You start feeling like her. Wanna pretend you’re Kelly, hm? Let’s play you’re Mommy, Jack.”

Sam thrusts harder; Jack’s teeth rattle, his tears keep coming. When it all crashes to a sudden stop, Jack doesn’t understand—Sam groans with clenched teeth and it’s all throbbing and sore, inside, but the next time Sam moves, it’s—warmer, wetter. Jack shudders, horrified. He doesn’t understand.

“Phew. We needed that.”

Lucifer chuckles. Lucifer pushes himself up on Sam’s hands and stretches Sam’s body like a cat, rolls Sam’s head on Sam’s shoulders. Sam’s throat glistens with sweat. His hair sticks to his forehead, his jaw.

Sam hums. Lucifer guides Jack’s hand below Sam’s t-shirt, the sweat-slick, tight skin of Sam’s stomach and chest. They tug Sam’s shirt off together. Sam leans in to kiss Jack and Jack moans as Sam rolls his hips, still deep inside, filling Jack out completely. Sam chuckles. Sam blankets Jack’s hands that cup and feel his hairy chest.

“Yeah. That’s the spirit.”

“Sam…!”

“Right here, baby.” Sam picks up a shallow rhythm once more. Presses deep into Jack, curls over him like a tree, a cave. Holds him. Kisses him. “Daddy’s right here.”

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

((2k - missing scene during the time Meng Yao is protecting Lan Xichen after the burning of Cloud Recesses))

Meng Yao wakes up in the same way he has for the last few weeks since their injuries had healed for it - in Xichen’s arms.

It isn’t strictly a...physical thing, he doesn’t think, since it had definitely started as a way to both share warmth and to have reassurance through the night that the other one hadn't been taken by their pursuers. But after the last accident for the Wen that Meng Yao had orchestrated to give them some breathing room, and having found them a small shack in the countryside to stay in that had a door and a hearth and everything...neither of those excuses is really holding much water anymore.

And yet here he is, wrapped up securely in the other man's arms and held close to that broad chest and he closes his eyes to savor it, his expression unguarded in a brief moment of weakness that he doesn’t realize he has a witness for until he feels Lan Xichen's hand drifting to brush softly against his arm currently wrapped across the other man's chest - precisely the position they’d fallen asleep in last night as Xichen had lain on his back in typical Lan fashion with Meng Yao cradled gently against his side.

The touch is much too careful to be done in his sleep.

Meng Yao's expression instantly freezes and he feels tension creep into his shoulders as he begins mentally berating himself for the slip-up. He can’t afford those. Hadn’t been able to afford those for a very long time.

“I know you're awake," he says quietly as he looks at the rough homespun blanket covering both of them up to the waist. "Let me up, I can start breakfast.”

“Hmmm..No,” Xichen murmurs, voice a soft rumble low in his chest, making it vibrate ever so slightly under his arm that he’s now stroking more openly, having been caught out. “I’m comfortable.” Meng Yao lets out a delicate little snort at that and he glances up to look at Lan Xichen’s faint hint of a smile in response, his eyes still closed against the morning sun creeping in through every loose board in the walls.

“We don’t sleep like this to be comfortable,” he reminds the other with a scoff and he’s unsurprised when all that gets him is a slight widening of the smile and Xichen’s other hand beginning to stroke his back, his palm warm through the flimsy barrier of his sheer underrobe.

“No? Hm. Why do we sleep this way, then?”

“We..it is…” Meng Yao props himself up a bit on his elbow to get some distance (it’s difficult to think when Xichen’s shoulder is warm and solid under his cheek) and he frowns to himself as he mentally stumbles over the next excuse in his ever-growing list of them. Unfortunately they’re all equally flimsy and easily argued, and he knows that Xichen will argue whatever he chooses in his gentle way, try to push him into telling the truth. He’s been doing that more lately, pushing beyond what he used to in a search for answers - whether Meng Yao wants to give them or not.

“It’s alright, A-Yao,” he murmurs and Meng Yao looks up through his lashes to find the other man already watching him, gaze warm and honey-sweet as he looks up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, Meng Yao thinks. He’s still sleep-soft and his skin is hot even through the double layer of their robes, his hair fanned out on the pillow under his head and his cheeks a slight, delicate shell-pink, his lips a few shades darker. He meets Xichen’s gaze again and feels himself getting caught in it, laid bare by nothing more than a gentle voice and kind eyes.

Pathetic.

“No, come back,” Xichen urges as he drags his hand up the length of his forearm to wrap those beautiful, long fingers around his wrist so he can gently pull his hand from his shoulder to his lips apparently for the sole purpose of pressing feather-light kisses against his knuckles. Meng Yao is shocked enough by the gesture that his mask cracks again and it earns him a gentle sigh of relief. “Ah, there you are. I like it best when you don’t hide your face,” he murmurs, and though Meng Yao could press the issue and argue that he hadn’t hidden his face at all, he knows what he means. And he’s tired of arguing.

“Xichen…”

“A-Yao,” the only man to ever truly see him whispers. He brushes that broad hand up his back and really, how was Meng Yao ever supposed to resist?

His eyes slip shut of their own accord as Xichen curls his hand into a gentle fist against his shoulder blade and the thin fabric of his underrobe whispers against soft skin as it slips down over the curve of one shoulder to expose it before getting caught in the crook of his elbow and sliding no further. Meng Yao gasps as pliant lips press into the newly exposed hollow at the outer end of his collarbone where it meets his shoulder and he bites his bottom lip to stifle anything else - word or noise - that wants to escape under the skilled and methodical ministrations of Xichen’s lips.

It lasts for what feels like a small eternity of nothing but tender kisses and quiet, unsteady breathing shared between them until a particularly loud bird call from outside startles Meng Yao and he shoves Xichen away with trembling hands. He scrambles out of bed with another gasp on his lips and he tugs his robe more fully around himself, eyes wide and wild as he pants for breath as if he’d just finished a full practice bout with Nie Mingjue. Xichen is still in bed, sitting up now with the blanket pooled around his hips, robe half open and draped on his musculare frame in a way that’s criminally delicious, and Meng Yao’s neck and shoulder are faintly aching with bruises in the shape of the mouth currently turning his name into a question and a prayer simultaneously.

“A-Yao?” Xichen murmurs as the hand he had stretched out to try to catch him falls back to the bed with a soft thump. Meng Yao darts a glance around the small structure before he drifts to the door on bare feet (ugh, dirt floors) and he doesn’t even open the ragged collection of boards that’s all that really stands between them and the world, he simply looks through one of the gaps to hunt for any irregularities in the overgrown grass close at hand or beyond it in the woods sheltering the clearing from civilization. “There’s no one here but us,” Xichen calls quietly from the bed and Meng Yao straightens his posture slowly, trying to gather as much dignity around himself as he can muster when dressed in nothing but a black robe thinner than a piece of paper. He turns back to face the other to find him looking at him with so much tenderness it makes his entire body ache.

“You can’t know that for sure. We could be found at any moment.”

“Then we will be found and we will deal with it then,” he replies implacably and Meng Yao does not stamp his foot but he is sorely tempted to.

“Then everything I’ve done for you would have been for nothing!! You can’t be caught!” he retorts, too sharp, too jagged. He waits for the anger, for the indignation at being spoken to so disrespectfully by an inferior, but it’s Xichen so of course there’s nothing in those wide, trusting eyes but concern and sadness. Meng Yao schools his features as well as he can back towards something polite and distant as he refuses to shuffle his feet. It would be a sign of weakness, and that’s even more intolerable than the idea of kicking up more dirt to stick to the bottom of his bare feet. “You are the Sect Heir-” an unsubtle reminder of the dynamic that should exist between them even now, and that Xichen regularly disregards as if it never existed in the first place - “And you have the majority of the Lan library on your person. You absolutely cannot be caught.”

“You are equally as important to me, A-Yao. I will not allow you to be caught either.”

Silence reigns, tense and uncomfortable, as Meng Yao attempts to make that declaration align with his own views. He’s unsurprised to find it quite impossible.

“A-Yao...why aren’t you returning to the Unclean Realm?” Lan Xichen asks after a while of nothing but staring and the unsynchronized rhythms of their breathing and Meng Yao groans as he finally does give into his childish urge and stomps across the small shack to plop himself firmly on the edge of the bed, back bowed. What’s the point in keeping up appearances anymore anyway? Lan Xichen has seen him at his worst already, and Meng Yao, at least, knows that worse is coming. It will do him good later to nurture that trust now, to make Lan Xichen feel special for being allowed to see him unguarded.

He refuses to acknowledge that he might be allowing it for the sake of the fragile hope in his chest that someone in the world could see the truest version of him, see the hideousness lurking at his core, and care for him anyway.

“I have been banished,” he replies, voice cold and empty as he stares at the opposite wall. He has plans, of course - he always has plans - but his banishment is still there in the front of his mind, taking up valuable space that should be used to plot his own survival with a despair he hadn’t thought himself still capable of. “I have nowhere to go.”

“Oh A-Yao…”

“You cannot take me to Gusu,” he replies instantly, turning his head to meet the other man’s saddened gaze. He isn’t sure if he looked like that before or after his second pronouncement but it doesn’t really matter very much. “It will need rebuilding. Our position is still dangerous. It will anger Nie-zongzhuo, it will damage my reputation and yours, it -“

“Shh A-Yao. It’s alright. Come here.”

Xichen never interrupts. He simply doesn’t. Not even when he should, or when it’s clear that he wants to. He doesn’t. The fact of it happening now is enough to shock Meng Yao and he obeys without thought. He lays himself straight back and plants his feet on the floor as his head somehow ends up cradled in Xichen’s lap, the man’s nimble fingers deftly working out the worst of the snags in his hair from overnight, though there aren’t many. He’s always so exhausted at the end of the day that he sleeps still as stone on Xichen’s chest. Still. The gesture is oddly reminiscent of his mother holding him and soothing him at the end of long days spent running away from other children in the streets outside the brothel in Yunmeng, the ones who wanted nothing to do with him except to see how much fear they could subject him to before they were called home for dinner. His eyes fill with tears unexpectedly as the sense memory hits him right in the chest and Xichen doesn’t even pause in his careful stroking.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs with a gentle sweep of his fingertips across his forehead, the gesture turning into a pass of the back of one knuckle against his temple that’s wet with tears he’s powerless to stop. A sob breaks out of Meng Yao’s chest, a little baby bird of a thing, too fragile for the world that’s waiting to destroy it.

“No,” he protests, voice cracked porcelain as he closes his eyes against the sight of the gaps in the thatching overhead. “It’s not. Nothing is.”

“I’m here,” Xichen replies, beginning to sound less composed than usual. “I’m right here, A-Yao. We’ll figure this out.” Meng Yao tenses in preparation to sit up but Xichen’s free hand is suddenly on his chest, restraining and comforting at once as he leans down. His hair, unbound and still a little tangled from sleep, falls around them in a curtain and pools like heavy silk on Meng Yao’s shoulders as Xichen leans down to press his lips against his forehead, soft and slow. “Don’t get up,” he pleads. “Stay with me.”

Meng Yao should stand up. He should compose himself, he should pretend that he never had a reason to compose himself in the first place. He should plan their next move, try to figure out how much longer they can hunker down in the shack before they have to move on to avoid detection.

He shouldn’t let Xichen make him weak.

“Huan-ge,” he breathes and he feels the shudder in the curve of Xichen’s body around his head and shoulders. “Take care of me,” he adds. And instead of standing, instead of establishing a proper boundary, he lets Xichen drag him into the bed properly to do just that.

[bokoutoe-retired]

— ❝ welcome home ❞

characters; bokuto koutarou

total w/c; 587

warnings; none!

「 a/n 」 i’ll post my (very little so far) masterlist later this evening, but for now have a little fluff this friday! enjoy :)

exhaustion finds its home in your chest as you settle on the couch. it’s only just pass 9pm but it’s been a long day, full of class, work and household chores. after making dinner for yourself and setting aside leftovers for bokuto, you put on a movie and curl up with a blanket that smells faintly of bokuto. you usually wouldn’t wait up for him when he has evening practice like this, but you had the day off tomorrow and thought it’d be nice to stay up and welcome him home. your body had other plans as you dozed off listening to the movie you’ve seen a hundred times.

keys jingle and the door clicks open as bokuto arrives back to your shared apartment. taking off his shoes and dropping his bag he makes his way to the kitchen and sees the small green sticky note saying there’s leftovers for him the microwave to heat up. he smiles and tucks it in to the drawer with all the other notes you’ve left for him. around the corner he can see the flicker of the tv and the glow of the lamp.

hmmm, i wonder if she’s still up.

peeking over the couch, he sees maybe you were up but definitely not anymore. rounding the couch he mutes the tv and crouches down next to your sleeping form. your soft snores continue as he tucks a stray strand of hair off your cheek and behind your ear.

“hey, pretty girl. you didn’t have to wait for me” he strokes his knuckles back and forth over your cheek, rowsing you from your light sleep.

“hm, kou? how was practice?” you crack your eyes open, eyes adjusting to the just barely too bright light of the tv. you yawn and stretch, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“it was good, baby. me and tsum-tsum got some good work done with our serves today! thank you for making me dinner”, you hum sleepily and he takes your hands, helps pull you up straight on the couch and bounced as plops next to you on the couch. even after a long day of practice his presence in your apartment buzzes with a low sense of excitement and energy, happy to see you after being away from you for hours. he throws an arm around you and pulls you into his side “how was work today?”

“it was okay, just long and tiring. but i’ve got the day off tomorrow and i know you don’t have practice either, so i thought maybe we could spend the day out together?” you look up at him from your place tucked up under his arm and press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“of course, pretty girl!” he pressed a kiss to your forehead in return. “ i’ll make breakfast for us in the morning and then we’ll decide what we wanna do. but first we gotta get to bed, yeah?” he hops up off the couch and pulls you up with him. “i’m gonna go eat those delicious leftovers while you go get in bed, ‘kay?” he offers you a wife toothy grin.

“sounds good babe” you give him a big sleepy smile that he finds oh-so-adorable “i’ll see you there”, and with a peck cheek he sends you off to the bedroom, where you’ll wait for bo to scarf down his food, join you in bed and shower you with all the affection you missed out on throughout the day.

[urlocalbunny]

.stripping - lovan.

hello, this is bunny from tha past! i have arrived in the furutre with huggies, smoochie smooches and lots of head pats. and also a hARDCORE SMUT OF IVAN AND LOIC *SLAPS YOU LOVINGLY*

i know this ship isn’t loved by all but who cares? not me. 

also me and aaron are celebrating our second anniversary in Bahamas. 

1983 words. enjoy!

Loic sat on the bed, sighing and messing up his always loose hair, Ivan not one single time leaving his mind. After everything was said and done,e been living together and trying to work out their stuff. However, something made Loic cower in fear every time.

Ivan sometimes seemed keen on fucking him when he fed, and while Loic could pop a boner just thinking he finally got to fuck the guy he loved, he was inexperienced. You see, Constance was boring, so they never had sex. Putting up with her exaggerated cuddling that he knew by now it was a relief for succeeding in tricking him was already a lot. He didn't know anything about sex because Constance was folding herself for a man that didn't enjoy her company.

"Are you going to be thinking so much about us for so long?" He shot up, sitting back when Ivan cackled close to him. "Is that what you're worried about?" He was more serious now. The newfound fondness Loic had for his eyes creeping up. He nodded. At first, Loic was angry at Ivan for reading his mind, but when his vampire had big frustrations, it would just come to him naturally. Loic knew Ivan wasn't peeping on his private stuff.

"Hm, maybe... I- I don't know what to do with myself so-" Ivan snorted, kissing his temple.

"I can teach you... But I'm not so soft in bed, and if you want, this is going to be me having my way with you. How about that, baby?"

The nickname made his cheeks blush.

"Ivan! C-can you not?" Ivan held his waist, lips attaching themselves to his cheek briefly.

"I'm in your hands, baby boy. It's all up to you."

Loic felt even more embarrassed, pulling a deep breath and trying to calm down. His dick was already throbbing. He never thought he'd feel this aroused with so little. But Ivan had always been so- so-.

"Okay. We can do it." Ivan smiled at that, a hand caressing his face. He was always so casual with stuff.

"I love your bangs. They make you look sexy." Ivan kneeled, pushing the chalice on the bed. The blonde's knee stopped against his crotch, hands holding his wrists on top of his head firmly. Loic gasped, feeling Ivan's hot mouth come in contact with his for a kiss. It was slow, sensual, and a little spicy given the situation, but soon Ivan sped up and moved his knee, massaging him through his pants. Loic could only moan into the kiss. What the fuck was that sensation?

Loic held his hand awkwardly and shyly, trying to brace himself to the pleasure on his cock, but Ivan stopped altogether.

"Wha-?"

"Sit up. I'm taking it all off." He did it only to have Ivan yanking his shirt and pants off, trousers too. His cock sprung free. Ivan licked his lips. "Can I suck you off, baby boy?"

"H-how do you..?"

"I have my tricks." He winked, "But first of all, let's make this better for us." Ivan pulled a bottle and ropes out of the bottom drawer. Loic gulped. "Can I tie you up?" Loic frowned.

"Just do it!" Ivan giggled, tying his wrists securely behind his back and his legs folded into themselves to keep him kneeling as he sat.

"Be nice..." The blonde kissed his lips once more, then kneeled in front of his cock. "You're so hard, baby. Pay attention to me so you can learn, right?"

Ivan didn't wait for an answer, blowing on his cock. The cold air made him wiggle his hips, but Ivan didn't seem to care. He pumped him, licking a stripe on the underside and kissing the head, licking the hole and tasting him, then humming. He held Loic's dick, looking into his eyes with a burning desire.

"You taste so, so good." Loic was beet red, tears prickling in his eyes.

"Why- why would you say that- ah, ah!" Ivan sucked on the head, eyes rolling. He probably liked the taste of cum. What was the taste? Ivan pumped what he couldn't take with his hand, little moans messing with Loic's head as his mouth glided over the skin, tongue licking at the hole sometimes. His mouth dived, and Loic didn't have a choice but to stay put. All he wanted to do was to fuck his throat and cum. Ivan was driving him crazy. His other hand grasped his balls all of a sudden, making him keen.

"Ivan! I feel so- I feel funny." Ivan chuckled darkly.

"Then it means it's time to stop for a while and do something else..." He backed away, looking at Loic through his long lashes, a bashful expression gracing his pretty face.

Loic felt desperate, his cock was red all over and aching, but he kept his eyes on Ivan. He ran a hand through his blonde locks, kicking his boots to the side and then beginning to pull his jacket off.

"Ivan? What are you-" "-Shhh, baby."

His eyes widened. Ivan was stripping in front of him. He'd never seen him bare before, he was too ashamed to even look at him shirtless, and now there he was, his wet cock throbbing and twitching, tied into himself and kneeling. Ivan pulled his pants down first. Loic stared at his thighs, admiring his pale skin, the lean build, and how squeezable they seemed. He probably felt so soft.

"Let me touch you..." He whispered, and aside from a giggle, got ignored by Ivan. He turned on his back, smirking at him and pulling his shirt up, wiggling his hips ever so slightly to shimmy out of the tight fit. His ass was so nice too, the black boxers were also tight around him, and Ivan opened his legs. Logic could make out the line of his bulge beginning in the front.

Loic wanted to fuck so bad. Ivan's hips started to appear, then his tiny waistline and his shoulders. When he pulled the shirt to his arms, the moles appeared, back muscles and arms flexing. Loic moaned. What would happen if Ivan just took him? Had his way with him like he said he would? Turning around and making eye contact one last time, Ivan wiggled out of his boxers, leaning down and showing him his ass. Loic whimpered. His fingers moved around in the restraints. He wanted to grab, suck on his skin, make him whimper, beg, even.

He was so embarrassed by himself for thinking like this of his lover, but that's all he ever wanted and more. Right in front of him, and so, so handsome. Nothing anyone could have ever done would make him feel like this: it had to be him.

Loic was so shy when Ivan turned around, trying not to look at his crotch, but he was just so heavenly. He could peek, couldn't he? The shiny blonde hairs were neatly trimmed but still there, forming a stripe from under his navel. Loic could do anything to touch, touch his abs, his pink nipples, and kiss the moles on his chest. To bite his neck, to have him drinking his blood, bite him, ravish him. He was desperate. Ivan smiled, grabbing the bottle and sitting close to him. His cock hurt, but he felt that soon enough, Ivan would just let him have release. Right?

"You've never done that before, so I'll show you closely..." Ivan straddled his kneeling form, ass up and face down. Loic blushed, looking at his tiny hole. The realization hit him.

"Are you gonna...?"

"Hmmm, I'll ride you like a good owner today, but it's gonna be you the next time... Alright, baby?" Loic closed his eyes, but Ivan reached backward and pinched his nipple, making him moan. "Alright?"

"Yes, Ivan." The blonde giggled, sighing in delight and dropping a few drops that slid from his hole to his cock. He proceeded to grab his length and support himself with his shoulders, moaning Loic's name shamelessly, fisting his cock a little harder than he did before. His fingers collected some of the lube, poking at his entrance and caressing it. Loic couldn't take his eyes off, but it was too much. Ivan was moaning, little whimpers and curses falling out, calling his lover's name over and over, cock hard and dripping. Ivan decided to be a tease and let their cocks touch, jerking roughly and wiggling his hips up and down. His finger started to slide in, then out, in and out again, each time more than the last. Loic was panting, cock throbbing more than before.

"Ivan, p-please-" "shhh, baby. I told you, you're going to fuck me. Just calm down."

"No, I want it now. I want to cum so bad..."

"Wait."

Ivan inserted a second finger, moaning again. He was stretching himself out for him. His fingers scissored, played, went knuckles deep and back. Sometimes, he'd lube himself until the tiny hole was stretching out. He was so scared of hurting Ivan, but before he could overthink, a cold drop of the bottle landed on his cock. Ivan turned around, pushing him to press his back against the wall, and supported himself on his lap now in front, pumping him a little. Loic could barely keep the tears from spilling. Ivan kissed him again, this time softly.

"Aww... Does my baby feel good?" Loic nodded violently, trying to line up. Ivan granted him at least this, easing his tip inside.

"Ivan, that feels so..."

"Good, right?"

"Yes." Loic threw his head back, resting it against the wall. Just the feeling of Ivan's soft ass sitting on his thighs was making his heart race. He started moving his hips against him slowly, eyes never leaving his neck. He was hungry. He kept going, saving it for later. They made eye contact, Loic leaned in for yet another kiss. When they pulled away to breathe, Ivan had an evil gleam in his eyes. His fangs sunk into Loic's neck. His eyes rolled back, hips grinding harshly against the chalice.

He felt everything. He felt Loic's despair for him, the nearing release and the pleasure on top of his, and by the way he moaned and whined and tried to push his hips into him, he knew they were sharing their feelings. It was going to be over soon. Loic's blood tasted so good that Ivan almost didn't mind if only he came. He was way too good.

"Fuck, Loic, you're so good to me." His moan was so shameless, so full of passion. His hips against his were making a slapping sound. "Imagine if you could touch me. I'd go crazy. It's a shame you can't, right?"

Loic felt his dick throbbing when Ivan squeezed around him. His eyes pleaded, but Ivan didn't even let him talk.

"Imagine how it would be if you could choke me, move your hips how you wanted, make me take it... God, I'd never cum so hard with anybody else. What? Are you going to cum? That's it, baby, cum for your owner like the dirty little boy you just became. That's it."

Loic strangled a moan, then let another out, Ivan's name never leaving his lips as he shook around, mouth agape and gasping for air. Ivan kept going, riding it out and pumping his dick to chase his high, making himself become a moaning mess on top of Loic. When Ivan came, he pushed Loic down and kneeled on top, spilling cum on the man's face and chest. He giggled when Loic made the most innocent and confused face.

Ivan thought he was great, but as soon as he caught a drip closer to his lip and made a face, Ivan's heart nearly left his body. He was so pure.

"That tastes bad."

"You'll get used to it, believe me."

[the-melting-world]

Kinktober | Body Electric 🍋

Misery x Vlastomil / Misery x Lucio / Misery x Valerius 

Requested by @miserytheapprentice! It was a pleasure working with Misery. I’ve been wanting to give her a fic for a while, so thank you for letting me borrow her! 💖

CW: Electricity magic, dream sex, exhibitionism

~ 1.1k words

***

Both Misery and her beloved husband sensed the shock wave through the length of the toy. Misery felt it specifically start in the hand that gripped the handle. Then it forged a path up her arm.

And Vlastomil felt it in his, well....

“Darling! Worm of my life! Please! I promise I won’t come!” he gasped through the third or fourth round of shocks seizing him. “Can you please show your husband a little mercy?”

Misery shrugged, keeping her eyes on Vlastomil’s pale, lovely bum as she worked the toy to and fro. 

“Starlight, it’s not me. The magic responds to you. Stop getting turned on and the shocks won’t be so – ”

“Aiiiieeeeaaahhhh!”

Misery closed her eyes and hummed, basking in the sparks shooting up her arm again. She marveled at the musical sounds her husband was capable of producing under such electrifying conditions…

***

Misery rolled over in bed, trying to decide whether the dream she just awoke from was kind of exciting or deeply disturbing. Her cheek met the cool, polished surface of Lucio’s golden arm. She found that the rest of her was cold because… Misery looked down.

Oh great. The sweet fool spilled something on me.

A sour cocktail from the smell of it. Maybe some caviar too.

Anywho… Misery assessed the parts of Lucio’s skin not covered by his assortment of silk and velvet sheets. She poked him a few times, even stroked his cock a bit, but with no luck. The Count was out.

I wonder how he would like it if he woke up to cold caviar all over his crotch.

Misery didn’t have any to spare. So she just grabbed an unfinished cocktail from the dresser and poured.

Lucio woke up with a start and some ungraceful language. As soon as he saw what Misery was holding, his eyebrows went more askew than normal and pinned her with the gotcha grin.

Misery shrugged one shoulder, letting the martini glass dangle between her fingers.

“I thought you would like it.”

Lucio looked down at his sticky, boozy cock and back up at his partner. “Oh, trust me. I do.”

Then Lucio did what Lucio did best – wrestle Misery into the sheets with eager kisses and twitchy hips that wanted to thrust and take a little thrusting too. Misery wouldn’t dream of making Lucio wash off his sticky body. She enjoyed the smell of sex, leftovers and hangovers more than anything in the world. 

Evidently Lucio liked it as well because he couldn’t stop commenting on how much he adored watching Misery come on his drunk cock. 

Misery thought his words made absolutely no sense and probably the reason why she came so fast. Lucio pumped his hips faster and made a weird face before he erupted. 

***

“I’m bored,” Lucio groaned. “What do you want to do now?” 

Misery tapped her chin in thought. “Hmmm. Maybe we should… streak through the consul’s quarters?”

Lucio looked at her wide eyed. Then he kissed her full on the mouth, happily moaning into it. 

“You’re so fun and funny and smart. I want to streak through every room with you, everywhere on the map. I want to take you as far as the sea and feel the waves hitting our crazy naked asses at the same time.”

“Lucio, we talked about this.” She giggled behind her wrist. “No sappy stuff before noon.” 

Lucio took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “Mmm, I mean it, Misery.”

Misery helped him out of bed. Then they assisted each other in removing everything except Lucio’s boots and Misery’s gray stockings.

“After you,” Lucio said with a little bow.

Misery dipped her head in appreciation before skipping off ahead, leaving a trail of leftover caviar behind her.

Sadly, the halls were empty. But the windows were open, making everything so blessedly cold. Misery and Lucio chased each other, laughed, and stole some wild, heated moments in the tighter corridors. By the time they made it to Valerius’s chambers, they were blanketed in perspiration.

Misery and Lucio blasted through the doors without warning. Lucio leapt on the consul’s bed and used it as a trampoline while he yodeled the songs of his ancestors. Misery remained at the foot of the bed, turning in a merry orbit to the Count’s raw melody.

“What is it? Who—?” Valerius saw Lucio. What he was doing — his loose and swinging cock —

“ – the actual fuck? Get out!”

Thanks to Lucio’s vigorous hops, Valerius bounced and rolled onto the floor. Bleary-eyed and probably still a little drunk, he stumbled to his knees and roared, “Out!”

When Lucio only laughed, Valerius chucked a half-empty bottle of wine at him. Lucio dodged it, but it hit the wall behind him and exploded messily.

“Catch us if you can!”

With long, bouncy strides, Lucio high-tailed it out of the chambers.

Misery took this as her cue to leave, but she was too slow. Valerius crowded the door before she could slip by. She bumped into him and found it a little amusing that he caught her by her waist and held her nice and close.

But of course, the consul only had icy words for her.

“How empty does your skull have to be to pull something like this?”

Misery rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun, Val. We were just playing.”

Valerius grunted. “Naked? In my bedroom the day after a party at the crack of dawn.”

Misery pulled away from him and gestured to her legs. “I’m wearing stockings.”

Valerius took his time studying her. Then his gaze became fixated below her waist. “Is that caviar?”

Misery nodded. “Mm-hm! Want some?”

“You’re better than this. Than that fool.” Valerius jammed a thumb at the door. Then he edged forward. 

“You could be so much better with me.”

Misery shrugged half-heartedly. “You have my permission to get naked with me, Val.”

“And what exactly will we do if I agree?” 

Misery tapped her temple. “Oh, my head is empty, remember? So it’ll be on you to fill it up.”

An undeniable blush came through Valerius’s scowl. He cleared his throat. Then without breaking eye contact, he started to unbutton his nightshirt. 

The consul sniffed the air as he undressed. “Mornings like this in the palace are the worst. The smell alone…”

Misery breathed in the scents clinging to the air. The sour liquor, stale cuisine, cheap perfume, sex from before, Valerius’s shampoo, Lucio’s sweat. All of it mixed in with the morning breeze, that no matter how hard it tried, couldn’t chase the scents away.

Naked, free and unbothered, Misery went to pour herself another glass of wine from a discarded open bottle.

“Oh hush, consul. It smells like heaven and you damn well know it.”

[nightowlfandom]

Min Yoongi- The Demon’s “Gift”

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This wasn’t requested....I’m just very bored. 

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...

“Well, well, well...look who has come to visit me.”

You shyly walked across the floor over to where Yoongi had been laying in bed. You were let in by his one of many housekeepers. They weren’t surprised to see you.

“Now what could my little human want at this hour?”

He sat up, allowing his blanket to fall to reveal his bare torso. 

“I would have dressed up more, but I think you prefer me bare anyways.” You noticed his leg hanging off the edge of the bed, also bare. You concluded he was free of all clothing.

“You called me here to come over.” You chuckled. “I could always leave?” you pretended to turn around.

“Get over here.” he replied, waving his hand in the air. Suddenly the door shut, which made you jump a little. “Before I bring you over myself.”

“Hm..whatever you say.”

You stood by Yoongi’s bed, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. He grabbed your wrist and practically pulled you onto his bed, right onto his lap. “Hm, that’s better. Don’t you know how to greet your master?”

You shyly stared at your devillish significant other. He loved to play this game with you. You loved it just as much. You leaned forward and shyly planted a kiss on his lips. However, just as you pulled away he wore a look of disapproval.

“Now you know better.” Yoongi smirked. “Give your master a proper greeting.” he cooed. You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes.. You were used to it though, it was his nature.

Yoongi grabbed snaked an arm around your waist and used his other hand to caress the side of your cheek while you gave him another kiss. Or in his word ‘A real kiss’. He slipped his tongue through the gap in your mouth. The demon made lewd sounds, moaning against your mouth as he swallowed your shallow breaths. 

“Hmm.” he smirked as he pulled away from you. He grinned, bearing his demon fangs. “That’s better. My little human, tell me. How are you tonight?”

“Good, I guess.” you shrugged. “I’ve been better.”

Hearing this made Yoongi frown and straighten up. “Did something happen?”

“No.” you partially lied. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Y/N...you are a terrible liar. Something did happen, didn’t it?”

Yoongi’s eyes turned red as his expression got more and more stern. You didn’t like that look. He was about ready to throw someone into a giant pool of fire. [which has happened before and you were the first to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight.] You didn’t want to lie, but you also learned that telling Yoongi every little detail wasn’t good either.

“Yes.” you stared down at your fingers. 

“Is it...her?” he raised an eyebrow. 

A girl you worked with had made it a habit to become a tormentor of yours. She may or may not have taken it a little too far today.

“What did she so?” When you didn’t respond, Yoongi sighed. “Fine..I’ll let it go for now. Only because I have something to give you.”

“What is it?” You asked curiously. Yoongi’s gifts were always hit and never miss. It was something different every time, especially with his wealth. He spent money on you like it was practically nothing. Necklaces, books, anything your heart desired. He even offered to get you the literal human heart of one of your former school bullies. Now you had to decline that, no matter how bummed about it he got.

“Hm. How do I know if you really deserve it?” he smirked. 

“I dunno.” You shook your head. “Maybe” you tilted your head to the side. 

“Hm...I suppose you’ve been a good girl for me. So close your eyes.” he said, pecking your lips again.

You went to cover your eyes with your hands, going along with Yoongi’s game. You could feel the palms of his hands graze over your fingers. You felt something warm coil around your ring finger, but you still didn’t move. The coiling feeling pulsed down your palm, around your wrist and wrapped around your arm before you felt the sensation become hot like fire. 

“Yoongi, what are you-”

“Open your eyes, babe.”

You lowered your hand from your eyes. You stared down at your right hand. On your wrist was an engraving of Yoongi’s name with the words ‘Property of’ connected to it. You also took note of the ring on your finger as well. A blood red gem perched on the gold band made your jaw drop. 

“Yoongi.” you looked up again to see that shit-eating grin return to his face.

“I’ve realized I never exactly marked you as my own.” he said seriously. “My perfect little human, are you amazed?” he nearly giggled watching you stare at your arm. “Stare while you can, I fully intend on marking you down in more ways than one.”

“It’s perfect.” you stared down at your hand. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing...kiss me again my pet.” he tilted his finger under your cheek. He bought your face closer to his again and kissed you gingerly. “Lay with me.”

He laid you down on your back, crawling over you. “Allow me to indulge myself in you.” he whispered. “I crave to feel you under me.” He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and drew his tongue downward. “I can feel your pulse racing.” 

He was right, your heart was beating out of your chest. He had that effect on you. Your felt his teeth graze over your throat. You were so delicate and fragile. It made it all the more fun for him to sink his teeth into your skin, but tonight was different. You tried your best to not look down at his...little friend pressing against your leg. 

“You’re mine you know.” he spoke after a while. “You’re my prisoner.” he teased. “You can’t ever leave me, ever.” he coiled his tongue around your ear. “Say it. Say you’ll never leave me.”

Before you could respond, he had sunk his teeth into your skin. His primal side was emerging slowly. This was just level one. You could feel the sting from his bite arising quickly. Damn fangs. “N-never.” you managed to get out. 

Yoongi grinned, swirling his tongue his tongue around your newly made ‘mark’. “Good.” he whispered. He suddenly got up off you, moving to the end of the bed. “I want you to strip for me.” 

“Strip?” you repeated. You felt your face heat up. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna sit here,” he began. He threw his blanket completely off the bed, revealing his glory. “Get that out the way.” he winked. “You’re gonna strip for me...I can’t be the only one completely bare....So i’m waiting.”

You hesitated, slowly lifting your shirt over your head. You could feel his eyes burning into your soul. You went to unbutton your jeans only to have him step in. 

“Allow me.” he bit his lip, winking at you. He crawled back over, hooking his fingers around the waistband and yanked them down in a swift movement taking your panties with. “There, all gone. You don’t need my help getting the rest off do you?”

“Well, maybe a little.” you said sheepishly. 

“Hm, then maybe I could be of service.” 

It wasn’t long before you were completely bare skinned and exposed to the cold air. 

“So tell me, human.” he began. “Are you ready for me.?”

You were pushed back to lay down. Your chest was heaving. It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. Yoongi trailed his fingers down your front, sloping over the peak of your breast, creeping over your stomach. You had only ever slept with Yoongi before, and he had thrown all your expectations out the window. 

“Hm...you’re being awfully quiet.” he moved your thighs apart. “Let me fix that.” 

You dug your nails into the sheets as he neared his face near your heat. He was doing that teasing thing again. He was talking his sweet time and it was getting you riled up. He delved his tongue into your slit, making lewd water sounds as he traced his tongue along your center. You were clenching your fists so hard your knuckles were starting to hurt.

Yoongi grew annoyed at how you were moving your legs, so he dug his nails into your thighs and held them still, causing you to yelp in surprise. He laughed, seeing you try to look everywhere but him. His lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly at the little sensitive bud. 

“Y-yoongi.” you moaned. “It...f-feels-”

“I know.” he laughed harshly. “Hmmm.” he dug his face into your pussy, lashing his tongue against your wetness. “Scream louder!” he groaned, clinging onto your thighs even tighter. You were trying to hold in all your sounds.

When Yoongi looked up, his eyes were completely black. “Are you ready for your master?”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Jughead//Forsythe Pendleton Jones III

 Request: Would you write/can I request a Jughead/Reader where you meet when goes to Southside high and hook-up but you both assume once Southside high closes you're going to Greendale/Centerville but you end up at Riverdale high instead

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.” Toni interrupts the conversation you’re having and stops in the middle of the corridor abruptly.

“Huh?” You ask, a boy a few feet away from you asks the same thing and the two of you make eye contact for a few seconds. 

“Uh...Its Jughead actually.” The boy replies annoyed while gathering up his things.

“I’m Toni Topaz.” Toni introduces herself. “And this...” She points to you. “Is Y/n Y/l/n. I was supposed to give you the full animatronic tour of Southside High, but...”

“But, some of the robots went insane and started killing the guests.” You interrupt and Toni laughs.

“Like we could afford robots in the first place. So, we’ll just wing it.” She finishes. “Y/n, you coming with?”

“Hmmm.” You think for second. “I was supposed to meet Sweet Pea by the old Chemistry lab so we could cover up the fact that we were the ones that blew it up. But, I suppose he can do it himself, there’s a much cuter boy here.” You wink at Jughead and he blushes softly.

“Ignore her. She’s flirts with everyone.”

“I flirt with everyone that’s cute.” You argue and she rolls her eyes.

“Anywayyyy.” She changes the subject. “The classrooms don’t have Wi-Fi...” She starts to explain while the three of you walk down the stairs.

“Bathroom stalls don’t have doors, so if you need to go, you’d get more privacy doing it in the corridor.” You add and he grimaces.

“What about the school paper? The Red and Black?” He asks and you and Toni share a look.  

“Yeah, it no longer exists. Censorship? Budget cuts?...” 

“The fact that someone printed a dick pic on the front page.” You giggle.

“Take your pick.” Toni sighs.

“Mr Phillips was so pissed.” You laugh. 

“Mr Phillips?” 

“English teacher. He used to run the Red and Black.” You reply.

“Oh.” 

“To your right. You’ll find a glimpse of jingle-jangle being consumed in its natural habitat.” Toni looks beside her once you reach the bottom of the stairs. Jughead starts to break away from the group but you grab his arm, pulling him back.

“Don’t get too close. They’re like horses. And they will bite.” You warn. 

“Jingle-Jangle?”  He asks. 

“Wait.” You and Toni say at the same time. 

“You don’t know what jingle-jangle is?” You ask and he shakes his head, continuing to stare at the group of teenagers. 

“This place is crawling with it. Its a highly addictive, total gutter drug.” She explains. 

“So, lets not touch that.”   

“Jingle-jangle. Fascinating.” Jughead mumbles. You soon approach the cafeteria and Jughead looks...overwhelmed to say the least.

“Here in the cafeteria, Ghoulies sit over there.” Toni points to a table and he looks at the two of you confused. “They're a rival gang.

“They’re also drug dealers, street racers. And there are some rumors of cannibalism.” You add. “Don’t ask.” 

“Weird Tim sits over there.” Toni points to the corner of the cafe. “And we sit over there. With the Serpents.” She points to the table with the loudest students. 

“Y/l/n!” Sweet Pea shouts. “Where were you?!” 

“Joining a rival gang and plotting against you.” You shout back making him chuckle. 

“You could never plot against me! You loveeee me.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“You’re a Southside Serpent?” He asks and you and Toni just stare at him for a few seconds. 

“Did you not notice my jacket?” You reply and he shakes his head.  

 “And why do you think I volunteered to give you the tour?” Toni adds. “Come on.” She nods her head towards the Serpents. You smile at him before sitting beside Sweet Pea.

“Actually, I’m gonna sit alone.” Jughead says and the conversation at the table stops. “Just, you know, finish my book and brood.” 

“More like get beat up.” Sweet Pea mutters and you all laugh quietly. 

“The only person that sits alone is weird Tim.” You tell him. 

 “I’m confused.” Toni crosses her arms and looks him up and down. “Aren’t you Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?” 

 “Yeah? So, I self identify as a loner, not a pack animal.” He replies and the laughing grows louder. 

“He’s definitely gonna get beat up.” Sweet Pea whispers and you hit him.  

“I’m just gonna put my head down and try and get through this, okay?” He continues while turning around. 

“Hey!” You call after him and he looks at you, mildly annoyed. “You wanna get through this, you should hang with the Serpents.” 

“If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone and vulnerable...” Toni interrupts. 

“They’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.” You finish.

“I think I’ll be fine.” He grumbles making you roll your eyes. “Anything else I need to know?” 

“Don’t go into Mrs Johnson’s class alone.” You reply and he raises an eyebrow.

“He doesn’t need to know that story.” Toni says. “Have fun. Don’t get killed.” She smiles at him sarcastically and he huffs before walking away. 

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The last class of the day eventually rolls around and it is definitely the worst one out of all of them. Since lunchtime, you haven’t seen Jughead and you’re starting to worry about him. However he walks into your English class, 5 minutes before it starts and quietly sits down. 

“Fahrenheit 451...” Mr Phillips has been droning on for the best part of half an hour and you, as well as the majority of the class have almost fallen asleep. “By one of my favourite authors, Ray Bradbury.” He continues talking as he walks to the front of the classroom. Your eyes follow him, quickly landing on the back of Jughead’s head. He was frantically writing in his notebook making you shake your head. “Lets start with the title. Can anyone tell me its significance?” 

“What!” Sweet Pea shouts from beside you. “Damn it!” He kicks the wall behind him and shoves your desk as he storms past you. 

“What the fuck Sweet Pea!” You shout after him. Jughead looks between his retreating figure and you and frowns slightly.

“Are you okay?” He leans back in his chair. 

“Fine.” You shake your head. “He has anger issues.” You explain. “As well as a shit ton of others. He’ll text me in a minute to apologize.” You add, just as you tell him your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out. “See.” 

“People.” Mr Phillips speaks over you, and Jughead looks back towards the front of the room. “There’s a burning book on the cover.” He prompts and Jughead looks around. You know exactly what he’s going to do, and it’s not going to end well for him. 

“Don’t fucking answer.” You mutter. “Don’t say anything.” 

“Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which paper burns.” He answers and you sigh loudly. Everyone in the class is now looking at him, even the students who weren’t paying attention in the first place, and you can practically hear the brass knuckles and knives being pulled from pockets. “It was a pleasure to burn.” He quotes and you groan. 

“Indeed.” Mr Phillips points to him. “Thank you, Mr...Jones. And welcome to hell.” People start throwing stuff at him and you sigh before standing up. 

“Hey! Mark!” You shout towards a boy near the back. “Stop throwing things at the new kid or so help me God I will tell every single person in this school about the time you tried to fight me and ended up pissing yourself.” You smirk and he looks at the floor. People quietly laugh around you and you send him a sarcastic smile as he sinks in his chair. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles and you smile softly at him. 

“Miss Y/l/n, sit down. You can stay after class. And if you have Sweet Pea’s number, tell him he’s joining you too.” 

“What the fuck! I didn’t do anything!” You argue. 

“Sit down!” He shouts and you roll your eyes before sitting down. The bell rings soon after and everyone moves quickly to get out. You’re one of the first to stand up, grabbing your bag and trying to sneak out, but you don’t get very far. “Y/n.” Mr Philips sighs and you mutter angrily to yourself as you make your way back to your seat. 

“I’ll see you at the Wyrm later.” Toni mumbles as she walks past you. 

“Sorry.” Jughead mouths and you shrug. “Uh...hi? Mr Phillips?” He says anxiously. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You mumble to yourself before watching the interaction.

“Mr Jones.” He replies. 

“Mr Jones.” You say in a mocking tone and he sends you a glare. 

“Y/n was telling me that you used to advise the school paper.” 

“I wouldn’t listen to everything that Y/n says.” He mumbles and you flip him off. 

“I was wondering what happened.” Jughead continues. 

“Drugs and gangs...” He looks towards you and you stand up, ready to defend yourself. “Came to Southside High.” 

“Excuse m-” 

“Trying to get students interested in anything like the school paper was an exercise in futility.” He interrupts. 

“I’m interested.” Jughead says quickly. “And I have experience. When I was at Riverdale High, I wrote for the Blue and Gold.” He explains. “I’ll put in the work.” 

“Your articles online?” Mr Phillips asks. 

“Mm-hm.” 

“I’ll take a look, let you know.” 

“Thanks.” He smiles awkwardly and starts to walk out. 

“Wait up Jones!” You call after him. 

“Miss y/l/n, you have detention remember.” 

“Sorry sir.” You grab your bag quickly and make your way towards Jughead. “I have gangs to affiliate with and drugs to deal.” You say sarcastically before walking out, Jughead following after you. 

“Is he always like that?” He asks, quickly catching up with you. 

“Yep.” You nod. “How was your first day?” 

“Could have been better.” He shrugs. 

“Come on. I’ll take you to the Wyrm.” 

---------

The next few days go by quite quickly considering its Southside High. You and Jughead hang out a few times, and you’ve already saved his ass from Ghoulies, and a few Serpents a fair few times. 

He’s also somehow dragged you into helping him with the Red and Black. Toni would take pictures, and you and Jughead would write the articles. Much to Mr Phillips dismay, however that made you want to do it even more. 

“It’ll be great!” Jughead says enthusiastically and open the curtains in the old classroom. Dust flies around the room and you almost cough up a lung as you walk around the room, making him laugh. He turns and looks around the room. “Its no New York Times.” 

“But, hey, kudos on finding your safe space, snowflake.” You tease. “Toni said she’s gonna join us later. Serpent business apparently.” 

“Thats fine. I don’t mind it being us for a while.” He says quietly and you send him a shy smile. He looks you up and down and is about to say something when the door opens. 

“Y/l/n.” Sweet Pea greets you, a few other Serpents follow behind him and they all send Jughead angry looks. “Lets bounce.” You turn around and cross your arms. “Jones, wanna come with? We’re going to the quarry.” 

“Uh, I don’t have my beach bod yet.” He replies sarcastically making you giggle.

“What?” You’ll ask for help from the Serpents. You’ll get one to protect you.” He points towards you. 

“Here we go.” You mutter. 

“But you won’t hang with us?” He asks, crossing his arms. “Don’t come crawling to us, hat in hand, when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’ kid.” 

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favors coming your way.” Jughead replies and Sweet Pea’s expression darkens. He cracks his knuckles and starts walking towards him. 

“Hey, hey. He made up his mind okay?” You stand in between them and push Sweet Pea back. “Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you.”

“Fine.” He pushes you off him and turns around. 

“Catch you later, Jones.” You tell Jughead and his face drops at the sight of you leaving. “I’ll have a think for some articles. And tell Toni I said hey.” You send him a kind smile before following Sweet Pea and the other serpents out the room. 

--------- 

The next day, you, Sweet Pea and Toni are sat at the lunch table when a familiar Serpent makes his way towards you. 

“This is why we told you not to climb the tree, Sweet Pea.” You and Toni laugh, making Sweet Pea roll his eyes. The laughter dies down when you notice Jughead standing beside you. Sweet Pea glares at him, Toni looks at him expectantly and you send him a warm smile. He returns the smile, completely ignoring Sweet Pea and points to the empty seat beside you. 

“Is this seat taken?” He asks and you shake your head, moving your bag to the floor. Toni and Sweet Pea look at him before continuing their conversation. 

“Don’t worry.” You nudge him. “You’ll get the hang of it. And I’m always around.” 

---------

“Jughead!! Thank god you’re here!” You greet him anxiously before dragging him towards the table. 

“What?” He asks, looking at the laptop in front of Sweet Pea. Toni was on one side of him and Fangs was on the other, a few other Serpents were gathered around looking annoyed. “I assume we’re not looking at cute cat videos?” He looks around confused and you shake your head. 

“We will find you.” He hears a familiar voice come out the speakers of the laptop and his eyes widen. 

“Check this out.” Sweet Pea turns the laptop around to face you and Jughead. “Some sick-in-the-head Northsider posted a crazy-ass video, and we were just talking.” 

“About what?” Jughead asks nervously. 

“Do you know him?” You whisper to Jughead and he nods ever so slightly. 

“Fogarty wants to earn his Serpent stripes.” Sweet Pea smacks Fangs’ back. “I say, bring us that Northsiders head and you’re in.” He continues and a few Serpents cheer. 

“I’m down with that.”

“Boys.” You warn. 

“No, guys. No.” 

“What, Jones?” Toni asks. 

“I know this guy. He’s a football player and no threat to any of you. Its kind of a lame target.” 

“Jughead?” You whisper. 

“You wanna prove something?” He asks. “Why don’t you go after the Black Hood?” 

“Why would we do that?” Sweet Pea laughs. “The black hood’s targeting Nothsiders, who do nothing but blame us for everything wrong with this town. We’re sick of it! The Black Hood’s doing our work for us.” 

“Sweet Pea!” You warn. 

“He’s a hero.” He adds. Jughead looks at him and you place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Come on. We have a paper to work on.” You guide him away, towards the Red and Black room. Once inside you sit down and pull a notebook from your bag. “So, I’ve been thinking. We could run an article about th-” 

“This is fucking stupid.” He interrupts you and pushes a few things off a table. 

“Jughead?” 

“I fucking hate it here.” He huffs, sitting beside you.

“Its not that bad.” You try to make him feel better and he raises an eyebrow. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I don’t think I will.” He sighs. “I miss the Northside.” 

“I know. But you’ll be okay. You’ll get the hang of it. Plus...I quite like you being here.” You turn to face him, but he’s already looking at you. 

“You’re the only good thing about this damn place.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear making you blush. “You don’t deserve to be stuck here.” He adds, his hand cupping your cheek. You lean in, his breath fanning across your face and your nose brushes against his. 

“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts, kicking the door open. You and Jughead jump apart from each other, and you stand up quickly. “Fogarty wants us to show him the blind spots around here.” 

“Coming.” You smile at him. “See you later Jughead.” You wave. 

“Yeah, see you.” 

---------

“And thats why if you’re gonna get high at school, make sure that weird Tim isn’t around.” 

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind.” Two weeks had flown by and Jughead is finally starting to get used to life at Southside High. He stopped answering in class by the end of the first week, he doesn’t talk to anyone apart from the Serpents, and he’s figured out how to avoid weird Tim. The two of you are currently on your way to Maths when a red-headed boy approaches you. 

“Jug! Jug!” He shouts and Jughead looks at him wide-eyed. “We gotta go, right now.” 

“Archie, what are you doing here?” He asks annoyed. “Betty ask you to throw salt in the wound?” He adds spitefully and you look at him confused. You knew he was dating a girl, and you were quite thankful that you found that out before you continued where you left off in the Red and Black classroom. 

“Mayor McCoy’s about to raid Southside High.” He interrupts him. 

“What!?” You ask panicked, Archie looks you up and down before focusing his attention back on Jughead. “I need to text Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs!” You pull your phone out. 

“We gotta get you out of here right now.” Archie continues and grabs Jughead’s coat. “Come on.” He finishes and the front doors open. 

“Shit.” You mutter as Mayor McCoy and Sheriff Keller burst through the door with police dogs. Archie starts pulling Jughead through the crowd towards the back door and you look at him. 

“Wait.” Jughead pushes Archie off. “Come on.” He grabs your arm and pulls you with him. 

“But Toni and Sweet Pea.” You reply. 

“Its too late.” He shakes his head and you looks behind you. Sweet Pea was being pushed against a locker and Toni was being arrested in the middle of the corridor. “You can come back to my trailer.” 

---------

“Here.” Jughead hands you a mug with hot chocolate in and you smile gratefully at him. 

“Thanks.” You smile and blow on the steam. You wrap the blanket further around you and Jughead sits beside you on the sofa. 

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” He asks and you nod. Ten minutes into the movie you turn your attention back to Jughead who is staring intently at the screen. You couldn’t get what he had said about Betty out of your head, so you decide to ask him. 

“What did you mean about Betty?” You ask, placing your cup on the coffee table. 

He sighs and places his mug beside yours. “She broke up with me a few days ago.” 

“Sorry.” You sigh. “That sucks.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you know why?” 

“I dunno. It was kind of a blur.” He shrugs and you nod. 

“Sorry.” 

“Its fine.” He replies, a sad smile on his face. “Its for the best anyway. I kinda like someone else.” 

“Ooooo.” You tease, nudging him slightly. Your heart rate picks up at the thought of it possibly being you. “Who is it?” You ask. You look up at him to see him already looking at you. His fingers brush the hair out of your face, the way they did the first time, and he slowly leans in. You were sick of waiting so long, you’d liked him since you met him, so you decide to close the gap between the two of you quickly. He kisses back instantly, his hands going to your waist. 

“Do you wanna continue this in my room?” He asks, pulling away from you. 

“Yes.” You nod quickly and stand up. Jughead grabs your hand and pulls you towards his room. 

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A month later, you and Jughead have been hooking up practically everyday and some Serpents were happier than others about it. Everything had been great. However a spanner had just been thrown into the works and everything was starting to fall apart.

News that Southside High was closing down had quickly travelled around and you had just been told were you were going. 

“Wow, Jones, props to you. Its very Lovecraftian.” Toni teases Jughead. They’re sat on the steps at the front of the school, while you stand beside them, leaning over the side. You’ve been distracted all day after being told where you were going. “Which I’m sure was the intention. But I gotta ask you, did you write this on a typewriter?” 

“Err...Yeah. I wanted to get into Lovecraft’s headspace.” 

“So, it wasn’t like Y/n bought you a typewriter for your birthday or anything weird like that?” She asks and Jughead snatches the paper back from her. 

“No comment.” He mutters. 

“Did you?” Toni asks. “Y/n?” She says and you shake your head, looking at her. 

“Yeah?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yea-” 

“WOOOO!” The front door opens quickly and you have to jump back to avoid being hit. Sweet Pea and Fangs walk out, followed by some other Serpents all being very loud.

“Whats up with you two?” Toni asks. 

“You know how Southside High is being closed down?” Sweet Pea asks and they both nod. “We just found out where we’re going.” 

“Where?” Jughead asks. 

“Same as the rest of the Serpents. Riverdale High.” Fangs smiles. 

“Think of all those Northside heads to knock.” Sweet Pea punches Fangs lightly and they started to play fight making you roll your eyes. 

“Great.” Toni mumbles. “School full of stuck up Northsiders.” She sighs. 

“You’re the lucky ones.” You interrupt, gaining the attention of the gang. 

“What do you mean?” Jughead asks and stands beside you. 

You sigh and look at the ground. “Because there are so many students, Serpents and Ghoulies are being split. Serpents are going to Riverdale, Ghoulies are going to Centreville.” 

“And?” Fangs asks. 

“And the remaining of each, as well as weird Tim and the rest of the randoms are going to Greendale. Guess which one I’m going to?” 

“You’re going to Greendale?” Jughead asks quietly, wrapping his arms around you. You nod and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Thats fucking bull.” Sweet Pea mutters angrily. 

“Calm down Sweet Pea. You’ll always have Fangs to keep you warm on a cold night.” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. 

“You staying at school overnight now?”

“You never know....” 

“What do you mean?” Toni asks. 

“I might have to move.” 

“What? You can’t move.” Jughead shakes his head frantically. 

“We’ll leave you two alone.” Toni stands up and starts to walking towards her bike. Sweet Pea and Fangs give you a quick hug before following Toni. 

“We can make this work.” Jughead cups your cheeks. 

“How. We’re gonna be going to different schools, I might even have to move. And you’re going to school with your ex. Its never gonna work.” You say, tears flowing down your cheeks. “And I thought I finally had something good in my life.” You mumble and he hugs you tightly.

“Y/n y/l/n. You’re the best thing in my life and I’m not gonna let that go just because we’re going to different schools. So what if I’m going to school with Betty. She’s in my past, you’re my present and hopefully my future?” 

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You pull away from him slightly and he nods. “You have awful timing.” 

“Is that a yes?” 

“Yes?” You reply before kissing him. 

“You could be on the other side of the world and I’d do anything to see you. I’ll follow you anywhere and everywhere.” 

“Okay.” 

“Its gonna be okay.” He reassures you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” He adds, you have a feeling he’s trying to convince himself too, but you decide not to ruin the moment. 

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“Friends! Welcome to Riverdale High.” Veronica greets the Serpents enthusiastically, but Jughead isn’t feeling very thrilled about being back at Riverdale. When he first started Southside High, he would have done anything to be back at here. But now he is here, he’d do anything to be wherever you are. “Jughead.” She looks towards the beanie clad boy and he glances at her. “Nice to see you bac-” 

“Sorry I’m late!” You shout, pushing through the mass of serpents until you’re at the front, standing beside Jughead. “Weird Tim flashed the fucking bus driver again.” 

“Y/n!” Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea greet you happily, all squeezing you tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asks shocked and pulls you into a tight hug. “Are you coming here?” 

“No, I’m here for a school trip.” You reply sarcastically. “Of course I am. I was transferred here.” 

“How?” He asks and kisses you. 

“Just a slight incident involving a few students and some fireworks. They transferred me here.” You reply happily.

“Nice!” Sweet Pea laughs and high-fives you. 

“We’re glad you’re back. It didn’t feel the same without you.” Fangs adds.

“Plus, Jughead was moping so much we thought his face was gonna be permanently stuck in a frown.” Toni teases and Jughead rolls his eyes making you laugh. 

“Awwwww.” You tease and kiss his cheek. “Were you really that upset?” You ask and he nods. 

“Of course. I love you.” 

“You love me?” 

“...yeah.” He whispers, a blush appearing on his face and you laugh softly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you. You were so kind and sweet. A ray of sunshine in the dark of Southside High.” He rambles and you kiss him sweetly.

“I still think its gross.” Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. 

“Shut up Sweet Pea.” Fangs nudges him. 

“But I suppose if you make her happy.” 

“He does.” You nod. “You have no idea.” 

[antigonick]

Charge.

CONTEXT : I’m not saying 90% of my life is spent babbling about Fallen Hero but you really should check it out.  DISCLAIMER : Not much is mine except for a few shot-in-the-dark head-canons, and everything else belongs to Malin Rydén. WHAT TO EXPECT : Erratic punctuation & coarse language. Mild spoilers. Everybody is halfwitted and loves thinking in italics. Also, I was going to be a cool cat and limit myself to a little bit of fighting, a little bit of thinking, but then BAM this got chargestepped and sappy and out of hands real fast. I have no excuse. 

2010.

First the fist collides with your jaw then you grin.

Duck turn kick (miss) kick (hit) and shift. Shark skin is rough like sandpaper and wet and unyielding, but you track the soft and the weak: eyes squinting in the heat and the supple maw you might be able to break and the snout curved like an arrowhead and that human body, ready to bleed, ready to sizzle, following you between the cars. High up, the press is circling vulture-like; from your little dotted audience you feel the smiles and the gasps and the screams and the sighs skittering in your veins like water boiling. 

It’s been going on a while and you’re hot (more than usual, that is), you ache, the taste of blood goes straight to your head. Shit that’s good. Tap hiss tap dance your heels on the asphalt and in the huge windows of the building from the corner of your eye you can see you. Behind the sweltering quivering heat of summer. Facing the ugly misshapen silhouette of Sharkinator.

You. You in cobalt blue. 

You, turn duck kick (hit) slide punch (miss) run! stop dodge laugh. 

‘Come on, Jaws, show some teeth!’ you taunt and won’t that make a great headline?

In the glass windows the waltz is dizzying, you spy; and Sharkinator snaps at you and you keep eyeing those gills that slice his huge head where it meets his shoulders; because why are they here, because it’s not like they’re any use, it’s not like he’s breathing underwater, so what does he do with those, and you think, what if, what if I spark these up a little?

The fish-man is stewing, whack tap and thump goes his knee against your stomach, a strangled chuckle (from you) and a snarl (from him):

’Don’t bite off more than you can chew, Marshal!’

Uh-oh, nice, so we’re really doing this, hm, we’re going for teeth puns? But you can’t hear your own laughter—you keep eyeing those gills—because the crackling breaks and swells in your ears—you flex your fingers (already itching) (what if, what if I spark these up a little?) and you’re ready when he lunges—parry spin and 

CONNECT.

You’re not ready, though. For what happens next.

You’re not ready for the water.

You don’t get it, you don’t see it, you can’t see it, you don’t think that’s even possible, what in the actual fuck? Fine, fine, keep moving, can’t stop won’t stop, no, wait, it floods you like a dirty leak floods a crumbling basement; cold and murky and popping until something cracks, something breaks, something short-circuits in your head (are your eyes closed?) or in your back and you would laugh, you would, but there’s a moment there when you can’t feel your legs and the whiplash is enough to make you gag in sheer fucking horror.

Though you don’t. You don’t know where you are. Your head is swimming. (Get it? Swimming?)

Fall (on your knees) groan moan

(Is it crackling and bubbling you hear?)

dodge roll (yes) exhale and stand up stanD UP STAND—

‘—UP, STAND UP you fucking idiot!’

‘What… Una?’

‘Sure, yeah, say my name in public why don’t you, and next time maybe tag my phone number on a building while you’re at it?’

‘I mean, I don’t have your…’

‘Shut up and move!’

You glimpse the prone writhing body of Sharkinator but she’s going fast and the sirens howl and with an arm across her shoulders you turn, veer, ugh, you hit a wall or four, stumble, huff, and under your weight she’s seething; you can hear her sharp little muffled voice through the crepitating haze, you just couldn’t wait to show-off you absolute dumbass, you just couldn’t, ready to fry right there on the sidewalk, I can’t believe this shit and also do you think my life-purpose is to save your ass?

It’s a fine ass, you want to say, but your lips feel numb and your shoulder hits the fire escape with a clang (where are you?) and the glare of the day is needling at your brain so you let your head fall a little, on her smooth masked head, just a second, Una, can’t stop won’t stop you know me, just a second and then we—

‘Oh fuck no Ricardo, don’t you dare—’

You definitely dared.

You wake up propped against the brown backrest of your own sofa, eyelids orange, yellow, white, and burning. You can feel her, gloves off, fiddling with your ports. The almost silence, just her breathing and the clinking of metal against metal, a screwdriver? Then, the tentative stirring humming of power under your flesh. The golden smell of coffee somewhere, somewhere close. You flex your hand and she slaps it impatiently, sighs, moves (creak) and comes back. Suddenly there’s a soft, damp, cool cloth against your cheek, hmmm, yes, though—wait—

‘What the hell?!’ you recoil up the backrest, face stinging, ‘is that bleach?’

‘Boo-hoo, don’t be such a baby, you’re too old for that,’ she tosses the soaked towel on the armrest (that’ll stain), smirking her bunny teeth smirk with a glee that’s nothing short of vicious. 

Mask rolled up to the tip of her nose, she flops down on the coffee table one knee up and closes her small white hand scarred and rough around your smiling winking face—well, not yours, but the one printed on the Charge™ mug. 

‘You’re merciless.’

‘Narcissistic much?’ she comments, tipping the mug. 

Here you are, lovingly painted, with tapered waist and rich blue suit and stylised thunderbolts around your head like some kind of storm-born saint.

‘It was… a gift.’

‘From yourself to yourself? I don’t care, I’m keeping it.’

‘Want to build a little Ricardo altar in your room?’

‘I will throttle you in your sleep.’

‘Please don’t wait for me to sleep.’

She might win at elbowing you in the face, but she can’t win at banter, so she snorts and huffs and shrugs, then walks away. You hear her swear low in the kitchen. You wonder if she blushes; her suit comes up to her chin and the mask comes down to her nose and the large turquoise ovals hide her eyes but she has freckles on her hands and a pale mouth that speak of light hair and sunburns. Not that it matters, but the suspense is killing you, right? It’s been killing you for years and it itches like a scab, this not-knowing, this not-seeing, this inch-by-inch, this one wall you can’t skirt jump wreck.

The cold bottle of beer falls in your lap and she sits back on her chipmunk perch one knee up. She snaps her fingers at you.

‘Just put the towel on your face, idiot, you’re still bleeding.’

You open the bottle and the cold brew hits your throat just right, bubbles and fresh bitterness like a jolt to the mind. You still feel hazy and lukewarm, you need hot-wiring.

‘That’s not how human medical care works, you know.’

You think she glares, can’t be sure with those turquoise fly eyes, but she gives you the finger too so there’s a fair chance.

‘Fine, yeah, but also, I’m not your fucking nurse.’

‘You are merciless.’

‘I am. And heartless. That’s my secret. That’s why I keep the mask on.’

‘Robot?’

‘Android. Come to wreak havoc on humanity and take the Rangers out, one by one,’ she deadpans.

Is she fucking with you? 

Of course—still, your heart throbs in delight and your blood bubbles and something drops low in your stomach like jumping from a cliff (no no no don’t think about that) and you can see it in your mind, Una, teeth bared, knuckles white, eyes afire (blue eyes brown eyes grey eyes?), the scheming first, then the bite, the kill; she’s got the guts and the moves and the rabid wrathful kick. She could do it. Well: she could try.

You can, you can see it, the bite the kill—the kiss of death. 

Better not say that crap in front of Chen. He already thinks she’s a double-agent on the loose and you have to weave in and out of this conversation like an eel, laughing brightly, saying come on, come on man, she’s too soft, you’ve seen her coo at dogs when she thinks nobody’s looking.

You swallow the beer and throw her a brilliant smile and lean all the way, arm outstretched to the fruit basket behind her but she thinks you’re—oh—she slides to the side with a sharp jerk; innocently you grab an apricot though you almost laugh when she hisses.

‘Oh yes, the remake would be legendary,’ you purr, mostly to see if she’ll rip your eyes out. ‘You. Me. Los Diablos 2019. I can see it. Babe Runner.’

‘I can’t believe someone made you Marshal. Who the fuck did you bribe?’

‘Don’t be mean, you’re the babe in this scenario.’

You sink into the sofa, stretched out and muscles sore, and when you bite into the apricot with a smile the flesh splits on your tongue like a burst of sunlight. 

She stares. 

She gets up.

She rolls down her mask.

She does blush, doesn’t she?

Looks like you’ve won this round.

‘I’m leaving and you should get some sleep,’ she snaps cradling that mug empty of coffee and full of you. Her mouth is set and her gait is harsh despite your chuckle, but when she walks close there’s a second, a second soft and warm when her naked fingers skim your forehead petal-like but you’re an idiot so you reach to grasp her hand and she punishes you by smacking your head instead.

2021.

First the static sizzles against your eardrum and then you grin.

‘You’re in,’ says Deadeye and nothing else since.

The place’s been on your list for years, but this time it’s going to work, this time you’ve put a wire in its gut, this time you’ve heard it plainly from Manolo himself—she wants to meet them at the Cellar Bar. Hollow Ground. A face for the systemic chaos.

It’s been days but every time you tune in you get this shiver this quiver the urge to pace the urge to laugh the urge to dance no that’s not it—the urge to strike. You’ve turned off your own microphone so that you can tap tap tap throw the ball against the wall, twack whoosh open the beer bottle, click click click shake the painkiller box, crack hmm make your back pop. Better to keep your distance anyway, technology doesn’t like you much. You turn and turn in the little room, you open the dirty glass door and you crouch on the rickety balcony with the long-ranging binoculars, you fiddle and check the monitor and throw your hearing as far as it can go, which is much further than it once could, strain and strain and you write down the names, the places, you hedge your bets, you come at night, you doze and bite your arm, you sigh and stretch and skip, pins and needles under your skin and ants swarming inside your skull, and then

Then, one day.

You catch it.  

‘They’ll be here tomorrow night, her and Nocturne. Make sure everything is ready. Dampeners on.’

‘Seriously? Candlelit dinner with a telepath? Didn’t even know those were still a thing.’

Fuck yes fuck yes. You throw the ball hard against the stone floor and watch the current twitching between your fingers nervous and restless like your brain. You wait a while. You need sleep, you need gear, you dig the heels of your crackling hands against your eyelids and the pain simmers low like a headache. Shit that’s good.

Turn on your heel grab your bag breathe in get out.

Parkfield at night is full of scumbags with impeccable taste in shirts and suits, and if you ever get your  fists on one you’ll have to ask them for their tailor’s number. You can’t compete today, wearing a hoodie stolen from Chen, but still you glimpse you in the shop windows, shoulders stooped, hands hidden, head hung low, and you smirk slow in the shadows. Tonight you see her. Tonight you see Hollow Ground. Tonight the veil falls the light comes the hunt starts or—whatever else they say when an epiphany hits you in the face with a baseball bat.

You press your index to your ear and stop not far from the Cellar Bar, too close for comfort, close enough to get that small delighted shudder of adrenaline along your spine. And then you wait.

You’ve gotten better at that.

Wait listen track.

Grind your teeth shut your mouth bide your time.

You get your money's worth tonight: wait listen track and 

hold your breath—hold… hold… hold on.

The voice you hear buries itself in that soft place beneath your ribs where a blade comes to kill.

‘I'm here for a meeting. I was told to wait at the downstairs bar,’ says the sharp little unmuffled voice.

Really you shouldn’t you shouldn’t be surprised but fuck, tonight? and all the same your blood rushes and pounds and you catch your gasp right before it burns your mouth and sssssssss hums a tremor from your bones to your flesh.

To Deadeye, but in your ear, Una asks:

’Aren’t you coming?’ 

You almost laugh. Dirty talking on the job now, are we?

Tempting really, but first you have to checkmate that filthy little liar and also, fuck, make sure she doesn’t get herself killed, and also, fuck again, make sure she doesn’t get herself hollow-grounded, and also, fuck! Shit, shit, shit. What the hell are you doing? What the hell is she doing? Where the fuck are you going? You sizzling crackling flashing and the audio goes dead and your mind races and splits like lightning. 

Can’t wait can’t stop won’t stop.

It takes everything you have not to break into a run, but then again you couldn’t get inside even if you wanted to, and you tell yourself, she knows what she’s doing, you’ve seen it, Chen’s seen it, you’ve exchanged glances—the querulous stance, the fading bruises, the hard muscle under those ridiculous layers. Seen it felt it. 

You find the grimy back alley and you grit your teeth. The one-way back door is condemned by a huge dumpster. You raise your gaze to the darkened windows, to the flickering streets and all those strangers who couldn’t care less about what you’re doing, hidden that you are by hood and night. Fuck this. Turn rush push. The dumpster whines on its wheels but yields to your hand and releases the door (just in case) and you dance back as fast as you’ve come; turn the corner, and now torture, walk the street once, twice, thrice, tap tap taping your fingers against your thigh.

Two hours days centuries minutes.

Two three four ten twenty.

You walk further and further to cover you tracks. In the shadows you lay your forehead against a coarse wall for a second. Twist, go back. Weave through the streets. Could use a drink, could use a jump, could use a fall. Could use a fight. Could fight Una. You think of that mask all those years ago, that mask rolled to the tip of her nose, and the grave (shit no), and all the masks that came and went, and all the masks that you both still have to peel off, you think of that mirror helmet of… hers? Of course it’s hers. Well, at least you can see yourself in it, and she knows how much you like that.

Suddenly you jolt and you hear, you hear it: the running steps, the scrape of the metal back door, the low swearing, the faraway shouts and the racing on the asphalt and then she hits you square in the chest like the bullet she is.

You exhale a groan and steady her with a hand but she jerks away and she’s ready to split but then her eyes register you and for a second you see it like you saw it in that coffeeshop when she came back from the dead, the deer in the headlights, the panic flaring, the dark twist of her mouth ready to bite. 

So what can you do? Smile, sigh. Laugh. 

‘Fancy seeing you here, lover.’

She’s breathing fast and blinks, fists clenched. She must be really upset, ‘cause you wouldn’t have survived that nickname otherwise. You take her in; the hair mussed, the throat working, the shitty flannel shirt on a large t-shirt. Did she meet and greet the queen of down below dressed like a depressed teenager? Fuck she’s an idiot and irresistible. She’s on the balls of her feet and she’ll punch you soon but you see the soft and the weak, her arm slightly bent, her cut lip, the surprise that you could use to take her out. Then suddenly she barks (attack first think later):

‘I’m working, Ricardo. Are you following me?’

Is she? Is she working? Working for the bane of your damn existence? Tonight the teasing doesn’t flow easy.

‘Working. You’re working.’

‘Working, yeah.’

She’s fucking with you but that’s only fair; after all, you are fucking with her.

‘Shit,’ you say, duly concerned. ‘That boss of yours is running you into the ground.’

She pauses, eyes fixed on yours, warm and dark and wavering. She’s not gonna fall for it. She’s not. She oh, she is. Sharply she turns her head and she sinks all at once, hook and sinker she swallows the lie, ravenous ravenous for half-truths she is.

‘Yeah, she’s a jerk. Listen, I have to go.’

‘Aren’t you going to slap me goodbye?’

‘You’re as disturbed as you are ridiculous.’

‘Whatever you want me to be,’ you tease, but your heart is in your throat.

She snorts and sidesteps you (get it?), ready to disappear, but when she walks close there’s a second, a second soft and warm when your thumb comes and wipes the blood off her mouth, and she’s an idiot so she reaches to grasp your hand and rewards you by kissing your palm instead.

[nadiaportia]

Prelude

Dedicated to Nadia Satrinava. 

Summary: In advance of her birthday, the Countess of Vesuvia enjoys a (presumably) quiet night in the city with her wife, the Viscountess.

Starring Nadia Satrinava and Sayelle of Bizatena. 

"So, where is this place you have sung accolades about, darling?" Nadia drew the shawl closer around herself and looked at the small built-in restaurant in front of them. 

They have left the Palace after a long day of work, because a countess didn't stop working simply because the next day happened to be her birthday, no, they had a delegation from Firent to meet and that demanded work and dedication, especially because the Papess of Firent didn't do diplomatic visits for just anyone. So it was to the Countess and the Viscountess to ensure everything would go according to plan and the sun had already been setting by the time they walked through the gates to leave the grounds. 

Both wore cloaks to conceal their true identities - they had places to be, and being stopped by people was fine on any other day but… not now - and walked through the city holding hands as they made their way to the South End after the carriage had dropped them off so they could take a little bit of a scenic route. And now they were standing in front of the place Sayelle had visited with Asra, Portia and Deirdra one evening, after the three of them had toured the city for new places to discover and accidentally stumbled upon what Sayelle had described as 'a diamond in the rough' to her wife. 

"Yes. Believe me, it's easily overlooked, but it's worth every single coin spent in there." She winked and squeezed Nadia's hand. "Allow me the honor of showing you the beauty of Bizateni cuisine, most revered Nadia."

"Who am I to deny you, most revered Sayelle?" 

Sayelle grinned from ear to ear and led the way as they entered the restaurant. The air inside was warm and smelt of food and spices. "Let me do this, I'm already a known face around here."

"Oh, Vis-" Sayelle shook her head quickly at the waiter who had approached them. They coughed loudly and when no one seemed to had noticed them, they nodded and said in a much quieter tone: "Welcome, Viscountess. I will tell the chef right away of your and the Countess's arrival." They inclined their head towards Sayelle and Nadia, but Sayelle took off her shawl and shook her head. 

"No need to treat us with reverence of any sort, we are just ordinary guests who happened to have ordered a table." She gave the waiter a reassuring smile who seemed to considerably relax at those words, even if they did throw a curious look at Nadia. 

"If you say so, Vi-"

"Call me Sayelle, please. My companion would also rather go by her name"

"Very well, Ladies Sayelle and Na-."

"Just Nadia and Sayelle should be fine. We go to the bathroom just like you happen to."

The waiter let out a nervous laugh at that. "Very well, … please follow me." They led the two women to a table in the far back, a bit away from the other patrons. Both of them set down in their chairs after the took off their cloaks. Nadia looked somewhat more relaxed now that they had settled in their destination.

"So… what exactly do they serve here?"

Sayelle's grin was mischievous. "You'll find out soon enough - that's part of the surprise."

Nadia raised a brow. "Oh, so that was the great surprise for tonight? I almost expected something grander - a party perhaps, especially since Natiqa is an excellent planner and she's in Vesuvia now much more often."

Sayelle looked at the menu, seemingly too focused to hear her. "Have you ever tried Arak? It's anise-based liquor." 

"I have heard of it but never had the pleasure.”

“Oh, you’ll love it, even if it’s a bit… strong. At least it was for me the first time.”

Nadia chuckled. “When was that first time?”

Sayelle made a vague hand gesture. “Hm, must’ve been when I was like… 14? One of the older kids had… uh, borrowed a bottle of it and I, along with some others who were a bit younger, pestered them for so long until they gave us a whole glass of it. I happened to be the first one to drink and unprepared as I was, I took a very big swig.” She shook her head. “I laugh when I think back to it but back then… it wasn’t a fun situation to me in.”

Nadia had her elbows propped on the table and leaned forwards to look at Sayelle as she told the anecdote. “Very well,”, she said with a smile and reached out to take Sayelle’s hand in her, “I will make sure to add my own story to yours tonight.” 

“Do you already know what you want to drink and eat?” The waiter had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. 

“Yes, your best wine and some arak for each. As for food… it was very good the first time I had it, so for both of us the swordfish with some taboulé.”

Nadia almost sat upright - almost, because a countess didn’t allow herself to be caught my surprise.

“Swordfish, my dearest? I didn’t know they also served Prakran specialities!”

“Heh, us Bizateni have our method to prepare spiced swordfish. It’s all about the distinct use of spices-” The waiter caught themselves in the middle of their explanation and straightened their back. “Apologies, Countess! I meant no offense.”

“None taken whatsoever.” Nadia said gently. “I wasn’t aware it was also a speciality in Bizatena, I can’t wait to try it then.” 

“Very well.” They said and hurried to get back to the kitchen.

In the meantime that they waited for the food to arrive, darkness had descended upon Vesuvia and the lanterns had been lit. Nadia had a lot to say about the delegation but obviously tried to not descend into ramblings, it just wasn’t appropriate for this special occasion, as amusing as Sayelle’s reactions to the meeting were, how she furrowed her thin brows, wrinkled her nose and snorted. By the time the food was served, they had each finished a glass of wine and were currently on their second.

“Oh, look, the arak!” Sayelle exclaimed when the waiter brought two small glasses filled with an opaque drink. 

“And the food.” Nadia laughed. They thanked the waiter and Sayelle raised her glass of it before they began eating.

“It might not be your day yet, Nadi, so I won’t c-o-n-g-r-a-t-u-l-a-t-e you yet but this one still goes out to you.” Sayelle blushed furiously and hastily adjusted her glasses before she continued. “Because you are without doubt the most amazing, compassionate, caring, sweetest woman in Vesuvia and the entire world.” She squeezed Nadia’s hand and searched her face. 

“I love you, Nadia. And I love being with you.”

Nadia blinked and then smiled. “I love you back, Sayelle. I truly do.” She took Sayelle’s hand to her mouth and pressed her lips on her knuckles. 

“None of what I accomplished could have been possible without you or your presence, my dearest. So this is also a toast that goes out to you.” She raised her glass as well and they toasted. Sayelle managed to keep a straight face as she downed the arak in one go but Nadia briefly closed her eyes when she was done. 

“Oh, good gracious. That was… intense.” 

“You tell me about it. Quite the nightcap.”

“Well, good thing the carriage will take us back, this one could come close to taking me out.”

“Let’s hope not, can’t have you drop like a stone.”

“Now, I’m really interested how this swordfish is different to the Prakran one…”

Nadia carefully cut a small piece and tasted it. Her face indicated she was in deep thought as she was chewing. When done, she cleaned the corners of her mouth, much to Sayelle’s amusement. 

“It’s different… but very good. I believe they use a different array of spices, it has a hot taste but unlike the Prakran variety.”

“Yeah, if I remember correctly, those herbs are found in the mountains between the city and the desert.”

The rest of the dinner went great; Nadia immensely enjoyed the food served to them, the wine was to her liking her as well, but the best were the little looks shared between her and Sayelle, when her eyes would crinkle a little bit as she regarded her, not fully smiling but making her look very content. When they finished the main course and dessert (sweet figs just like Sayelle liked them), they paid and tipped the waiter generously and left the restaurant hand in hand. The carriage waited just outside the South End for them and took them back to the Palace.

“It’s soon going to be midnight, I believe… I hope we get to the Palace before the bells toll.”

“Hmmm.” Nadia said and pulled Sayelle up into her lap. “I hope so too. I want to properly celebrate my birthday after all, only my lovely wife and me.” She pressed a kiss to her neck and let her hands roam over her body.  “You are wearing the most gorgeous dress, my dearest. I can’t wait to take it off you and admire you in your entirety.” She gently cupped Sayelle’s face and let her lips ghost over her wife’s before fully claiming them. Sayelle leaned into her like a wilting flower and sighed when Nadia bit into her lower lip. She shivered when Nadia ran a hand over her back while still tenderly stroking her face with the other. 

“Oh, it definitely will come off,”, she laughed when they parted, “but… err”, she put her glasses properly on her nose, “there’s something else.”

Nadia leaned back and considered the words for a few seconds. “It’s a surprise party, am I correct?”

“Weeeell, we all thought it was a great idea, and Natiqa volunteered to call together the cavalry. It’s just a tiny get-together, and I wanted to take you to that restaurant either way, so it all kinda fell in place.” Sayelle sighed with resignation. “I’m sorry if this turns out to be a bit too much.”

“No, not at all! I was just looking forward to us having each other for ourselves, and it doesn’t matter if that happens just a bit later.” She caressed Sayelle’s jaw with the back of her fingers and gently kissed the tip of her nose. “I suppose the usual suspects are among the guests?”

“Hm, I’ll neither confirm for deny.” 

The carriage dropped them off in front of the Palace and hand in hand they entered through the gates. 

“Where exactly is this happening?”

“Natiqa told me to go to the Palace Gardens and into the maze, they’ll be at the very center. I actually… don’t know for sure what they planned because Natiqa, Asra and Deirdra insisted on it being a surprise for me as well so I don’t ‘spill the beans’.” 

Nadia and Sayelle walked through the Palace, a quick gaze at the clock told them it was soon to be midnight so they quickened their steps until they reached the maze. 

“Imagine if we were to get lost now in here, whatever would be do?” Sayelle whispered as they easily navigated through the maze - they could do this in their sleep if they’d try. 

“Spending our birthday lost in the maze? It could be worse if I were alone but I have the best company I could ever ask for.” Nadia squeezed her hand and gave Sayelle a look of complete adoration.

They took a turn to the left and finally arrived in the clearing. Small tables with food and drink on them were set and their friends were either sitting on the marble benches or standing in small groups. 

“Didi! How was dinner? You look great, by the way; both of you.” Natiqa stated, as a giant anteater followed on her heel. “Ambrosia is very welcome to hang out with me more often, Sayelle. She’s quite… inventive.”

“Oh, I know. Constantly keeping me on my toes.” Sayelle caressed the fur of her familiar. 

The others approach them too; among the gathered were truly the usual suspects. Asra, Muriel, Julian, Portia, Deirdra, Ximena and Lucio. Volta’s presence would have been unusual a while ago but she had become a good friend to Nadia, as had Valerius if their game sessions were anything to go and the fact that they would actually have friendly conversations together over a shared bottle of wine after a particular stressful court session. But the surprise guest no doubt had to be...

“Nasmira! I did not expect you to be here.” Nadia smiled and embraced her sister who hugged her back equally joyful. 

“I'm happy to see you too, Dia! I was actually on the way, a surprise visit for your birthday as I was on a diplomatic mission in Venterre. I went to visit Natiqa at the Embassy and she told me about what she and Sayelle had planned."

"I'm glad to you have here." She turned to the gathered. "And you as well. I'm happy you are all here to share this moment with me."

"There's a small mountain of presents for you, milady, but only after the clock strikes twelve." Portia pointed to a table that was specifically reserved for the boxes and bottles on it. “Aaaas well as a cake!” She pointed to another table on which a light pink cake tower with violet and purple decorations stood.

"Oh, you shouldn't have." Nadia stated but Deirdra shook their head. "Oi, they're not just any gifts, they are unique in itself. ours is-” “not the best. We actually made ours on our own.” Lucio sneered as Ximena patted his arm reassuringly. “Now, let’s not start this night with broken noses, shall we? Although we did put in quite some effort.” She said with something resembling a smug undertone in her voice. 

“Anyway, um,”, Julian coughed, “neither of you four made something that’s actually useful…” he shrugged and grinned at Asra and Muriel who rolled their eyes in unison.

“Either way, Nadi, I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say we’re equally happy.” Asra said and several people nodded or verbally agreed. 

“And thank you for organizing this, Natiqa, really. It… does mean a lot to me.” Nadia once again hugged her two sisters. A wide smile was on her face and Sayelle swore that her eyes were slightly shiny but it might as well be the light of the candles. 

“Okay, the clock should strike twelve soon-ish,” Deirdra said, “we need the wine to do a toast! We all need to take the first sip on the twelfth chime, or what was it again, Sayelle?”

“Twelfth chime, yes. I say it doesn’t really matter, you still get the double portion of luck.” Sayelle turned to Valerius. “Consul, what you got for us?”

“A very fine vintage, from my own estate in the mountainside of Venterre.” Valerius had the good courtesy to not be already drinking, that actually might bring bad luck. 

“Sounds good to me, so let’s get to it.” Deirdra waved and both Julian and Ximena assisted them and Valerius in filling the glasses for the attendees.

“Dear Countess,” Volta began, “I just want to say I’m so grateful for having this chance at reconciliation with you. You are a good person, and I don’t think many other people would have forgiven me after…” she made a vague hand movement and Nadia nodded in understanding and smiled gently. “Don’t mention it, Procurator, really.”

“Oh, damn!” Natiqa clapped her hands. “Everyone get their glasses.”

Almost on time, once everyone had taken their wine glass wined with a red that smelled of plums and blackberries, the first chime was heard from the Temple District.

“Here we go!” Sayelle said. She and Natiqa began singing the verse of an Vesuvian birthday song while Sayelle was counting the chimes with her hands. Everyone joined in on the song and coincidentally it ended with the tenth chime. At the eleventh chime, Nasmira raised her glass and said loudly: “A toast to the birthday girl. To Nadia!”. 

“To Nadia!” The twelfth and final chime rang as each person took a sip of their wine.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Sayelle said and pressed a soft kiss to Nadia’s lips. Asra, Deirdra and Portia cheered. 

“Oh, before we forget about it,”, Ximena handed her glass to Lucio and hurried to one of the tables where a music box was placed. “What would a party, small as it is, be without music? Sayelle and Nadia, feel free to tear up the, well, dancefloor.” The music that played began quiet and mellow but very soon became quick and more energetic.

“Thank you, Ximena. What do you think, my dearest, shall we?” Nadia placed her glass on a table and held out her hand to Sayelle. The Viscountess grinned at her wife and took her hand. “A dance with my wife? I could never deny such a request.”

[ds-ts-smut-fics]

Sweet on You [Chapter One]

Summary: Moxiety sugar daddy/sugar baby au [Daddy Patton, baby Virgil, transboy Virgil, switch Virgil, dom Patton, fwb analogical, romantic moxiety, sympathetic Deceit, romantic loginceit], hurt/comfort

Trigger warnings: Nsfw, “female” body parts described on Virgil, everyone- including virgil -jokingly calls Virgil a slut, lmk if i missed anything

A/N: Writing this fic rp style with my dom, @mirror2thespirit. We’re posting twice a week, on Saturdays and Wednesdays. Reblog pls and let us know what you think!

The restaurant is very fancy, everything on the menu is extremely expensive, and Patton is eating there for free. In front of him, sits one of the handsomest men Patton has ever met… and yet... Patton is not having a good time. 

While stirring his food listlessly, he tries to smile and enjoy the story that the enthusiastic thespian before him is spinning, but he knows it’s likely falling flat. 

“-and I thought I was going to be kicked off the cast!” Roman cries, laughing. He very suddenly notices Patton’s expression, though, and frowns. “Hey, are you okay?” 

Jumping a little, Patton offers a soft and weak giggle, "I'm fine, daddy!"

“You know, Patton…” Roman smiles, reaching over and taking his hand. “I know it’s only our second date, but I’m thinking… Maybe we aren’t the best fit.” 

Giggling nervously even as he lightly flinches, Patton sips the wine before nodding a little, "O-Oh? I'm sorry…"

“Sweetheart, you’re perfect,” he insists, kissing his knuckles. “But you don’t seem very happy. And you know, I don’t think I’m quite fit to be a daddy. It was worth a shot, but I don’t think it’s for me.”

A genuine smile spreads across Patton's lips. "You are a bit more happy when you're getting pampered rather than being the gift giver, true." Roman sputters a little but acknowledges the truth with a blush. "Yeah… but there's nothing wrong with that! I’ll get the check,” he said, “and I can thank you for your time. I really enjoyed being with you! Maybe we can keep in touch?” 

Nodding happily, Patton grins, bouncing a little in his seat. "I'd like that! While we don't click as a couple, I think you're a lovely friend, Roman. Thank you!" 

“I wish us both luck in finding a daddy!” He said, a bit too loud. He blushed as some people looked at him strangely.

Paying the check, he leads them outside, giving Patton a soft kiss before writing out another check, this one for Patton. 

Blushing as he takes the check, Patton hugs him, "I know you'll find someone perfect for you... and I think maybe I'm not meant to be a baby, just like you aren't really a daddy."

Looking concerned, he frowns. “But how could you be a daddy without money?”

"I, I don't know… but I like to care and protect rather than be showered with things?" He shrugs. "I'll figure it out, I guess."

“Well…” He forced a smile. “I hope it works out!” He didn’t seem that hopeful. “Shall I call you a taxi?” 

Leaning up, he kisses Roman's cheek, "That would be lovely…. thank you, Ro!"

Roman smiled and called Patton a taxi, giving the driver the address of Patton’s college. 

“See you soon, hopefully!”

Waving, Patton slides into the car, "Hope so! Have a great show run, RoRo!" 

Kicking off his shoes in his dorm once he arrives, Patton rubs his face. Slumping at his desk, he opens the website, scrolling through the available entries, updating his own profile to switch from 'in a relationship' to 'looking' and 'baby' to 'daddy'. Adding a little paragraph about his situation, he hits 'submit' and pushes back from the desk a little. Here goes nothing, I guess?

***

Virgil got home late. 

Logan was waiting in his apartment, as he usually was. Virgil came over to the couch and flopped down with his face in Logan’s lap. 

Laughing, Logan pets his hair. "Long day, V?"

“Not the day,” he mumbled. “Just got back from another date. Another poor little broken gay kid from some people my parents know.”

Wincing a bit, Logan sighs. "You know… maybe we should try and find you someone from outside this little fishbowl your parents keep digging in? You're basically looking for a sugar daddy, just you've got plenty of sugar!" 

“Hear me out.” Virgil raised his head a little. “The sex is good. I love the sex, actually. But I’m just- I’m really sick of all these guys and their internalized homophobia for only one night. I want- I want a boyfriend, Lo. Only- Without the commitment.” 

Nodding, Logan pulls out his phone. "I get that, I do! See, these guys are basically auditioning for exactly what they're willing to do… One night and on up to permanent, sex or just gifts and affection, you can get exactly what you want if you just make an account, they'll court you!"

“For the love of God, Logan,” he groaned, “I’m not getting on your stupid sugar forum! My parents would kill me.” 

"What can it hurt? They'll never have to know, and if it doesn't work… just delete! One week, just try it, V?"

He hesitated, resting his head back in his friend’s lap. If his parents found out… It would be the end of him. But otherwise, Logan was right. He’s seen Logan’s profile- There was a place to write exactly what you were looking for in the relationship. This forum was where most people went for unusual arrangements. 

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

“Fine,” he sighs. “Help me set up a profile.” 

Grinning broadly, Logan hugs him close, "Of course!"

Virgil sat up, pulling his laptop off the coffee table. Taking it, he boots it up and finds the site, starting the process to sign up, "Okay… here we go! I'll type if you give me the data!"

“Well, you know all that.” Virgil gestured to the first section. 

Name: Virgil Hearst

Sex & gender: Afab, male (he/him) 

Age: 22 

"Well, do you want a screen name? Might get more or less interest if they don't know who they're chatting with?" Shrugging, he taps the other line. 

“Hm… You pick,” he said. 

Smirking, Logan giggles and taps the 'hide name/ set screen name,' typing 'Anxiety' as a screen name. "How's that?"

“God, that is funny.” He snorted. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Copying Virgil's little two finger salute, he smirks, "Yup! Next section... location and preferences!" 

Virgil wrote down his general location, and checked the box next to “baby.” He checked the box that said he was bisexual as well.

"Forgot one! Age range of people you want to be your daddy, or mommy, I guess! Oh, and how far of a range you're willing to go out to meet them… " 

“Not far,” he mumbled. He typed in 25 miles, and thought for a moment, before typing a 15 year gap at most. 

"Nice! Okay… no picture for obvious reasons. Pick an icon at least? And, time to write up a profile statement of course!" Logan claps a little, happy for his friend.

He took the laptop from him, fingers hovering over the keys. 

I’m looking for an abnormal arrangement, he wrote. 

While I want to be the baby in the relationship, I’m looking to offer the money. 

Virgil’s brain froze. He couldn’t think of how to continue, so he groaned, shoved the computer back at Logan, and said, “Your turn.”

Gently rolling his eyes, Logan types, 

I'm looking for an affectionate individual who wants to spend my money to pamper and treat me well. Regular sex is preferred, so long as there's other activities as well. I have an high libido, and am looking for someone who can keep up with it. 

“Just wait until I get on testosterone,” Virgil chuckled. 

Poking him in the side, Logan grins, "You'll be a fiend then! You're already a fucking slut!"

“God, I’ll be ravenous.” He looked at the profile nervously. “Is that all?” 

"Hmmm… Maybe… oh! Did you want to include any other kinks on there?" 

“You can just put that I’ll try anything,” he said. “Also, uh… Daddy kink, obviously, praise kink, uh… I don’t know, Lo, what other kinks do I have?” 

Laughing softly, he reads out loud as he types, "Kinky bastard who's willing to try anything once if you talk to me pretty enough.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that‘s accurate.” 

Smiling, Logan reads it over. "Looks good! Anything to change before we go live?"

Virgil almost told him to delete the whole thing. He wasn’t sure about this… “Let’s go.”

Squeezing Virgil's hand, he smiles, "You'll be fine… the right one is out there!" Pressing the 'save and post' button, he grins. 

“I get horny when I’m anxious,” Virgil grumbled, squirming. 

Logan rolls his eyes. “You get horny when you breathe. Want some help or a toy?"

“Yeah,” he said plainly. “If you’re up for it, fuck me.” 

Setting the laptop to the side, he kisses his friend on the mouth, pushing him down on the couch. "Gladly, V… but you're wearing too many clothes!"

Virgil grinned, biting Logan’s lip. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

He chuckles as he slides their clothes off, groping Virgil lightly. "Slut… should I get a condom for this? How needy are you?"

“Don’t bother,” he pants. “Want you in the back tonight.”

Grinning, he lets his fingers slide over Virgil's ass as he switches positions to pin him to the fabric of the couch, sliding a finger inside slowly. "Mmm~"

Virgil spread his legs, relaxing back against the couch and sighing. 

Slowly fucking him open on more fingers, he uses his thumb to rub at Virgil's clit. "So handsome… almost jealous of your daddy!"

Virgil whined, grinding against him. “Right,” he pants. “If I even get one.” 

"You will!" He sucks lightly on Virgil's neck, he slides a third finger inside with a low hum.

“Just fuck me,” he groaned, wrapping his legs around Logan’s waist. 

Pressing a little harder against Virgil's clit, he smirks, sliding the fingers out to press inside, thrusting slowly, "Always so needy~!"

“Ah, yes,” he whimpered, meeting his thrusts. “Harder, Lo!”

Spanking him, he grins and speeds up his thrusts. "Going to fuck you brainless, V~!"

He moaned. “Yes, yes…” 

Rubbing at Virgil's clit as he fucks him hard, he sucks a mark into the arched neck. Virgil let out a whimper as he came, his back arching. 

Moaning out, Logan gasps, cumming hard into Virgil. “Oh! Oh, fuuuck, V~!"

Virgil sunk back against the couch, sighing. He felt immediately better after coming- Lighter, and more relaxed. 

He held Logan close to him. “Thanks, Lo,” he whispered. 

Cuddling him, he grins, kissing Virgil's lips softly. "Anytime! Feel better?"

“Much better. You spending the night?” 

"I can, sure!" Going to pull out, he grin. "Besides, you might need more comfort!"

Virgil cracked his back and sat up, yawning. “Come on, you dork. Let’s go to bed.” 

He didn’t bother with his clothes, grabbing Logan’s hand and leading him up to the bedroom. 

And his phone, forgotten on the coffee table, buzzed with a new message from the sugar forum.