#like thousands have said before me choke me and then tell me im good *rolling eyes emoji*

[oxyfem]

girls who are mean.... girls who FLIRT by being mean... OHHH.....

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason

[maximoffscarletsimp]

Angels Like You (Can’t Fly Down Here With Me)

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Summary: Distance can change a relationship, for Reader, it means the end of a promised forever..

Theme: Angst, it’s just angst, like no happy ending in sight, im sorry

Words: 1380

(This is my first angsty drabble so if you have any feedback it’s appreciated)

When you first met Wanda, you could’ve sworn that every single planet and star in the universe had aligned. At the first sight of auburn hair and bright, green eyes, you knew that any walls you had tried to build around your heart would immediately come crashing down. You had heard the stories about Wanda. All the whispers of the girl who just wanted to love and be loved but always found herself starting a new chapter alone. And although all the signs told you there was no easy road with Wanda, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. You knew you were a lost cause once you felt her mischievous gaze on you and felt the butterflies erupt from the deepest depths of your soul. Wanda was new to you but somehow felt like the home you always knew. From that very moment, you knew that she was who you wanted to spend forever with. But now that forever is standing in front of you, face contorted with hurt, hands shaking and eyes filled with dread, trying to tell you about how nothing good can last forever.

You’re watching her, a million thoughts running through your mind. You’re trying to understand the words she just spoke to you, a whisper so quiet you could barely hear it above your heart crashing in waves against your chest. You watch as she lifts her gaze to look you in the eyes, and you don’t need her to repeat what she said, you can see it in those tear-filled eyes. You can see the sorrow, you can see the regret, you can see the sympathy.

“Y/N, please...you had to have known that this is something we both felt and saw happening.” Wanda pleads with you. You let out a choked laugh. It’s the only sound you have allowed to escape your throat since the start of this harrowing conversation.

“Really, Wanda? Something we saw coming? Is that meant to make it better?” You can’t hold it in. The words come rushing out before you can even really begin to process what she is implying. The only thoughts flooding your mind is that Wanda is the only one who saw this coming. She felt this all falling apart, while you were still in your own dreamland building hopes and false realities. 

“Tell me this Wanda, when did you begin to feel it? Hm? Was it before or after you told me you loved me last night? Or was it this morning, when I woke you up with a kiss on the forehead? Maybe it was during your birthday when I told you that you’re the only person that I will ever want for the rest of this life and the next? Tell me Wanda. Because I don’t think this is something we saw coming. To me, this wasn’t something I had planned!” You ignore the way Wanda flinches at every question you throw at her. You let out a shaky breath, trying to control the ache in your chest that is only growing with each second that passes. It feels like the ground beneath your feet is moving and you know you have to sit before you lose control of your own body.

“That’s not fair. You know it’s not Y/N...” Wanda sighs deeply, you hear the nervous shuffle of her feet, trying to decide whether taking a step closer to you would help the situation or make it much worse. “You have to know that this wasn’t something I planned either. You have to understand that it’s something neither of us could have controlled Y/N...please listen to me Детка-”

“-Don’t you dare call me that Wanda.” You angrily spit. This hurt is quickly fading into anger, an anger that is pointed directly at Wanda. You don’t know how to control it. It starts in your clenched fists, your nails pushing so deeply into the skin of your palms that it almost draws blood. It quickly moves to your chest, burying deeply into the cracks that Wanda is carving into your heart. You feel it grow, until it’s consuming every single part of you and it seeping its way into your mouth and the only way to get rid of the taste is to let the burning words flow.

“You have no right to stand there and call me that Wanda! How dare you look at me and tell me that you don’t want this anymore and in the same breath call me Детка. I can’t believe that you’re doing this to me...” You can’t help the crack in your voice as you lose control. You feel the sobs rock your entire body in great deep tremors, the tears starting to fall uncontrollably. You look up at your love, straight into those deep green eyes that were once so welcoming but now they only show the truth of your demise.

“How could you tell me you love me and promise me forever and then take it away so easily Wanda?” You barely get the question out. It’s too heavy to be spoken as anything more than a whisper.

“Y/N...I’m sorry. This is what has to happen right now, there is nothing that can be done to change it.” Wanda says it with such conviction that it almost convinces you that maybe she’s right. Her fingers twitch slightly, a telltale sign that with those words, Wanda is still trying to convince herself. It’s now that you take the opportunity to really look at Wanda. You see how the tears on her face have dried and left streaks of pain that you wish you could kiss away. You look at the way she is standing, like she doesn’t really want to go and god how you wish she would just run to you instead of keeping this distance. This isn’t the Wanda you want to commit to memory but it may be the only one that you can remember as being honest with you.

Wanda notices you observing her, she knows you can read her better than anyone, she knows that she needs to show you she believes what she’s telling you. So she decides to do what she knows how to do best. You watch as the last remnants of her love for you begin to retreat behind the newly built walls in Wanda’s eyes. You know that this is the last you’ll see of her. And as you watch your love of over a thousand lifetimes slowly turn and walk away from you, you know that there’s nothing you can say or do that will change her mind. You want to scream and beg and fight for her to stay but you know that it will just be a waste of the last glimmer of dignity you have left. 

So instead, you watch her go. She only stops once and turns to say, “You don’t deserve this Y/N. I just… I want you to know that it’s not your fault, I ruined everything. And it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need. I’m sorry I turned out to be everything they said I would be.” 

And with those words, she’s gone. And you feel the emptiness of the room but it’s nothing compared to the emptiness in your heart. Now there is nothing holding you back from the heartbreak, you close your eyes to escape but it only causes a fresh onset of warm tears to roll down your face. With your eyes closed, all you see is the last image you’ll ever have of Wanda, the image of her walking away with the only forever you wanted. Now all the happiest memories of her are painted with a deep shade of blue and you can’t help but wonder if any small change would have made a difference. If you had loved her harder, held her tighter or kissed her deeper, if it would’ve convinced her to stay. But as you sit frozen in the same spot she left you, you realise that nothing could change the past. 

The only thing that wouldn’t change was your love for her. 

Wanda would always be your forever, even though you may not be hers.

[fumingspice]

andante

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Prompt: oK so how about like?? Delia x reader and they're both in love af but they think the other has no feelings for them so they're both tripping over themselves to make the other love them and then madison comes in and she's just like 'stop being dumb' and they finally realise how much the other loves them.

I’m sorry but my ed crept back in and im not horny enough to put more thought into writing so just ignore the massive time skip at “---”. enjoy, you strange people xo

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*(*❦ω❦)*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall. And it goes back to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life. You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble...

Between Cordelia Goode's ears were pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts. Brown eyes were never really your favourite until you saw them on her. You knew yourself that somehow, over the years you got to know Cordelia; working with her, befriending her, carrying her home from the bar one night when she got far too drunk, letting her cry into your shoulder when her job became too real and she could feel her mother's words hanging over her head.

When you started falling for the woman with those beautiful brown eyes.

Somehow, her eyes were now your favourite colour.

Not brown- brown wasn't simply the word for the colour. Cordelia's eyes were the colour of aged whiskey. Sometimes they were the only two safe shots of tequila that you could see. Sometimes they were a beautiful milk chocolate dotted with exposed honeycomb. Once when she had asked you to help her decorate the garden for the Summer Equinox- she had given Zoe enough money to take the girls on a field trip for the day so she could give the girls a little party. You stood watching her in her denim shorts and her white button up. When she had stepped back and put her arm around you to admire both of your handy work you could have sworn her eyes were glowing like fresh magma.

Her hand lay on your waist a split second too long.

You had fallen in love with the Supreme.

"Yo, bitch!" Madison Montgomery's usual entrance phrase disturbed you from your imagination. You raised your brow and smirked.

"Yes, Madison?"

The blonde took her sunglasses off her face and closed them with a slight snap. "The girls want to know if you wanna come to play Pysch! with us," she said. Her lips were curled in what could almost be described as a friendly smile. You were one of the few honoured to know that under Madison's bitchy white girl facade there was actually a very sweet someone lurking under there.

You thought for a moment and put your pen down. "I won't be long- I just have to log these last few names and I'll be there," you tell her. Madison rolled her eyes and waved her hand, the pen lifted itself and wrote the last thirteen names within seconds. "You're done. Let's go, Y/N."

Madison didn't even give you a minute to say anything before she walked out of the room. "Come on, bitch. Don't make me use my powers!" she called from the hallway, finally motivating you to move.

The girls sat in a circle in Zoe's bedroom. Lights off. Candles lit.

Zoe, Queenie, Mallory, and Coco were indulged in their phones for the game. Madison turned to you and held up her phone to show you the question. "What is Zoe's deepest, darkest secret?" she read. "You gotta answer it and the person with the most votes wins. It lasts for ten rounds and it can be fucking hilarious."

Zoe's face was red with laughter at the answers. "She's not actually a witch- that's not even funny," she gasped through cackles. She then sobered slightly. "She likes to watch Danny Devito movies while masturbating and screaming 'I am a dirty man'."

Madison was the only one who chortled at that.

You joined the game and got your best answers ready in your head. "If Madison got arrested tomorrow what would it be for?"

Madison rolled her eyes and muttered something about knowing exactly what everyone was about to answer. You smirked slightly, sensing her slight apprehension.

Prostitution.

Murder. Third-degree.

Fucking up the brakes on a bus full of frat boys.

Public Nudity.

"Gosh, you're so original," she muttered, glaring right at Zoe, who just shrugged.

"It's the rules of the game, bitch. Go all in, don't get offended," she replied.

The game pinged for the next question.

"What is on Y/N's mind right now?"

Coco gave a loud "Ha!" and typed quickly, along with the other girls who were all typing as quickly as possible to get their answers in first.

A quiet knock came from the other side of the door and Cordelia poked her head around. "Sorry to interrupt, girls. Y/N, could I borrow you for a moment?" she asked, voice sweet and angelic. You bounced up as soon as she finished the sentence and obliged straight away. You were met with a sweet smile.

Madison flicked her brows. "Speak of the devil," she muttered, winking at Delia's slightly confused face. As you left, your phone pinged to announce the results just before you left the game.

Cordelia 🥵🥵🥵

Delia. I ship it <3

Getting knuckle deep finger fucked by the HWIC

French fries

You quickly shut off your phone screen before Cordelia could see.

"What's the matter, Delia?" You asked, practically skipping alongside her. There was a vibrant air of satisfaction between you.

Cordelia shook her head, her blonde hair bobbing with her movements. “I just wanted to know if you’d like to go out.”

You felt your heart stop. “Go out?”

Cordelia looked hurt by the confusion on your face.

“Yes. Would you like to join me in the garden?”

“Oh,” you realised, slightly disappointed. “I would love to.”

---

"For the love of Hades. Right, I don’t mean to sound rude or anything because I have some understanding that lesbians are fucking useless because of the fear of appearing to be predatory because the media is an asshole,” Madison continued. “But I don’t really think any of us can eat at this table anymore without choking on the fucking sexual tension between the both of you.”

Cordelia looked shocked. “It’s not that-”

“I’m a fucking mindreader! You do get that I can fucking hear the things that you say in your head about what you want to do to Y/N? I’m one gutter minded bitch and not even I’m creative enough to come up with that shit while I’m eating my fucking apple turnover!”

You blushed hard and chuckled.

Madison’s neck snapped towards you. “Oh, and don’t getting me fucking started on you! Do you know how fucking unsanitary it would be to carry out your little fantasies of fucking Cordy on the kitchen counter? Not even for us but the amount of fucking crumbs that would work into your nooks and crannies would be like trying to spring clean Myrtle's fucking hair! "

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cordelia chuckled nervously. Her face turning a shade of red. “I’m sure Y/N’s got plenty of better options.”

Madison dropped her face in her hands and rubbed her temples. “God, you bitches are going to put fucking years on my skin.”

“Oh, give me a break, Madison.”

Cordelia stumbled foward slightly, having been tripped up by some unseeable force and sending her tumbling into you. Her hands lay against your chest for that split second too long once more.

Your lips parted for a moment and your breath hitched as you both watched Madison smirk and leave the room. It felt like your heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour. You surroundings were unnoticable to you now; replaced by unidentifiable whirls of colour and light. Your hand rested flat on Cordelia’s cheek. It was different this time. Not the spark, that had been there every time you touched. It was the fact that you were both too slow to ignore the ignition that started in your chests. 

You saw her eyebrows falter from their previously confident expression, like all of her preparation and barriers and walls had fallen down and she was too slow to replace them. Cordelia pursed her lips, presumably trying to figure out what she should say to you. Again, she was too slow as you inhaled sharply and thrust yourself forward to catch her lips.

Delia was quick to mould herself to the curves of your front, hands falling to the small of your back on a collision course as she backed you into the dining room table. You smoothed your hands over the contours of her jaw, her collar bones, breasts, hips like you were a master pianist playing a brilliant concerto. Her body was the only instrument you longed to play; her moans the only melody that you longed to draw from her.

As her lips glided across your own, everything came together like pieces into place. You thought back one of those late nights in the kitchen. The way Delia’s fingers had so enthusiastically laced through yours during the late night in the kitchen when you had both stayed up until the wee hours of the morning talking about life. How the witch had turned the radio on and taken your hand while you danced to some song by REO Speedwagon. Twirling you through the night. “Can’t fight this feeling” was the song. Ironic, now that you thought about it. It seemed as though fighting her feelings was what she had been doing the entire time.

She twirled you around in the light of the dim television and the refrigerator when the songs were upbeat, even going as far as dipping you and pulling you up again. Bare thighs against your own in her shorts and oversized shirt. When the songs that were played were slower, she was more gentle. Until eventually you swayed in a slow two-step, your head against her chest, and hers against yours. The air was thick with something pure. Something untouched. 

You had no idea why you ever just thought this was something two best friends did. More so, you had no idea why you didn’t lean back and dip into her lips and allow your souls to dance the waltz that they were so clearly destined for. 

Cordelia’s thumb and finger lay on either side of your jaw as she continued to kiss you as if her soul depended on it. Her fingers interlocked with yours against the table.

She broke away, tears had fallen down her cheeks and made your heart melt. “Oh-ho,” you chuckled, mouth agape at her sight. “Why the tears, my love?”

Cordelia laughed, wiping away her tears. “I’ve longed to do that for so long,” she replied. “So, so long.”

You chuckled at her sweetness and the display of pure love that you were so unaccustomed to.

“I fell in love with you, Y/N. I don’t think I will ever stop falling in love with you. You’ve created this storm of beautiful chaos in me,” she continued. “Do you remember that night where I was really sleepy, so you let me just stay in your room? How I had fallen asleep on top of you by accident and you wrapped your arms around me and hummed a lullaby?”

You nodded, remember the feeling of waking up with the Supreme in your arms.

“I was wide awake,” she told you. A delicate smile arose.

You chuckled into her touch.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you replied, drawing her closer, her blonde hair twirled in your fingers. “I know you were.”

[fanfic-cave]

Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

[thotantics]

✗ warnings — graphic sexual content, do not read if you’re underage, dirty talk, begging, noona kink bc im still traesh, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, choking, driving under the influence of incredible mind blowing mouth love (seriously ALWAYS DRIVE SAFELY AND OBEY THE RULES OF THE ROAD)

✎ words —   1.6k

[A/N] @ the anon who said they’re always a slut for jungkook when he whines ‘noona’. bitch me too, the fuck

You stir awake with that distinct, groggy, I-just-napped-way-too-long feeling, groaning as your adjust to your surroundings. It’s late. Very, very late. You’re not at your place but instead, at your boyfriend’s and he’s still asleep, curled up behind you. Blearily, you blink over your shoulder at him, the big spoon.

“Jungoo,” You coo, shifting in his vice-like grip until you turn in his arms to face him. “Baby~ we fell asleep.”

He cracks one eye open to see you smiling at him, your fingers pushing his hair away from his forehead, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling with a low, half-asleep voice, “Hm, awesome. Lets stay asleep.”

You chuckle, using all your strength to bend your knees, pushing against his thighs and chest until you can untangle yourself from him and stand, despite his muffled, grumbled protests and his hands pawing at you to keep you near.

“Babe, I need to get home, I have work in the morning and so much to finish before I can do that.” You remind him, tapping his phone laying on the coffee table so the lock screen flashes with the time, and you groan, “Baaaabe! Wake up, please. It’s past midnight.”

Jungkook flips from his side to his back at that, stretching his limbs out along the length of the couch, his eyes finally cracking open again to see you rushing around his place to gather your things.

“Ok, ok.” He finally manages to get off the couch with an old-man grunt, stretching his lower back briefly before he snags his car keys, wallet, and phone from the coffee table. “You ready?”

Jungkook helps you take your things out to his car with countless yawns, and eventually you’re on the road headed back to your place, each with a Red Bull in hand.

You’re buzzing from the time wasted asleep on your boyfriend’s couch, but honestly the day you had spent together was worth it, even if you had little sleep tonight and a possible late start in the morning. Jungkook had picked you up for a simple date late that afternoon. You were supposed to hit up a theater that he had been wanting to take you to, and then he was supposed to take you back to your place for dinner, but, somewhere along the way your plans changed. Probably somewhere between you beating Jungkook at a game of air hockey in a nearby arcade and him throwing you up against the wall by the bathrooms and kissing you breathless in retaliation.

Regardless, your date had lasted way too long. You couldn’t be mad about it, not when you had such a good time. And apparently you were exhausted and needed to sleep, anyway. But you could still blame that on Jungkook. He had been the one to suggest you unwind a bit before you head home for dinner by watching Netflix and cuddling on the couch and sharing a bag of popcorn.

It was less than half an hour’s drive on the highway from his place to yours, especially if you were using Jungkook’s Mercedes instead of your old reliable. Your boyfriend had a special playlist for late night drives, because of course he does, and he has music playing softly within two minutes of the drive. You lean back in your seat, legs tucked up against the middle console, and turn to watch him as he sings along, thinking seriously about falling back to sleep.

Jungkook, glancing over when he notices your change of position, reaches across and lays a hand on your lap, palm up, fingers reaching/wiggling until you place your hand in his. The atmosphere is quiet, even with the music and his voice singing softly, the windows cracked to let just a little bit of the cool, night air in. You’re blinking slower and slower as one song fades into the next, and Jungkook glances over at you before he speaks.

“You know, you never paid me back.” He says this matter-of-factly, like you’re supposed to know what exactly he’s referring to, but you frown over at him because you definitely have no idea. “For earlier.” He offers with another quick glance from the road to look at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting up more in your chair and planting your feet back in the floor.

“How many times did I make you cum on my tongue?” He asks you. “And my fingers at least once, too?” He clicks his tongue, “Ah, it’s a shame our relationship is so one-sided these days.” He sighs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smile even as he tuts at you.

You laugh at him, slapping his hand on your lap, “Hey, nobody asked you to do all that! You’re that extra all on your own!” You fold your arms defensively across your chest, “Besides, a healthy sex-life doesn’t work on a trading system anyway, Jungkook!”

“How does that saying go? Something about...you mouth my genitals and I’ll mouth yours?”

You bust out laughing, “I think it was more about scratching backs but, point taken.” You say with an eye roll.

You notice right away he’s fumbling with his belt, one handed, a proud smile on his lips and you quickly yell at him, “Ten and two!”

“Then help me out?” He suggests, shifting his tailbone back and spreading his thighs to give you easier access to the front of his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask him.

“C’mon`~” He glances over at you long enough to give you those sweet puppy-dog eyes and you reply with a firm shake of your head. “Noona~” He whines, “You said you would..”

“I will.” You reply, “When you aren’t operating a couple thousand pounds worth of metal going 60mph on an open highway!”

“Noona.” Jungkook emphasizes the endearment, the one he knows makes you weakest for him, “I promise I’ll keep both hands and eyes on the road and all of my mirrors. There’s no other vehicles around, no houses, nobody who could see us or make this drive any less safe.” Then he glances back over at you, pouty lips and big, sparkling eyes and he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide grin even as he asks you sweetly, “Please~”

Dammit. He’s much too persuasive and you are way too easily persuaded, so you glance briefly around the parameter of the car, don’t notice any other headlights, so you slip out of your seat belt.

“If you thought I owed you, oh my god the sexual debt you’re in after this.” You tell him even as you shift into your seat on your knees.

But Jungkook doesn’t care, he’s absolutely beaming, using one hand to continue fumbling with the button of his jeans but you slap his hand away and do it yourself, reminding him with a quickly muttered, “Ten and two.”

He’s so excited at the prospect, he’s rock solid already when you free him from his jeans. He scoots lower in his seat, adjusting it so you have plenty of room to lean your front half over his lap, his elbow resting on the middle of your back and his hand gripping your hair, pushing your head down on his erection.

“Fuuuck, that’s it.” He groans, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and flexing his hips as your mouth envelopes his cock. “Ah, I love your mouth so much, baby.”

You hum in response, adjusting your position until you’re able to get him farther down your throat but at the exact wrong moment, because he hits a minor bump in the road and suddenly the head of him rams the back of your throat for a second, making you gag noisily on him and pull back, startled and out of breath.

“Sorry,” He mumbles, “I saw it, I couldn’t miss it.” He strokes your hair gently, hips flexing up so his cock head nudges against your lips, “Please, noona...it felt so good. I need to cum, really quickly, ok? Please~ keep going~”

The way he begs is like music to your ears, and you duck back down into his lap, mouth open and tongue out, slurping and swallowing and bobbing around his thick, solid dick. Jungkook’s a moaning mess under you, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are white. He’s practically singing your praises as you work him, panting and rolling his hips with every shift of your head back away from him.

“Make me cum,” He grunts, voice low and desperate. You suck him hard, hallowing your cheeks, making obscene slurping noises as your hand reaches forward to massage his balls through the material of his boxers still in the way. Eyes opening, you notice the fabric is wet from drool and precum and you pull back, admiring the red tip of his cock right when he starts to cum.

Jungkook gasps, bucks, shoots you directly in the eye, and then one of his hands forces your head back down onto his spurting cock, finishing with a cry of your name down the back of your throat. With cum in your eye and sputtering out of the corners of your mouth, you choke on him but it doesn’t last long. He releases you with a panted apology, and then a laugh when he sees the way you’re squinting and grimacing as you pull away from his lap and settle back into your seat, fumbling for a napkin or a wet wipe.

Jungkook is still rock hard even as he laughs, sputtering apologies that you know he doesn’t really mean because he’s clearly enjoying himself way too much at your expense. You can’t be mad at him though, at least, not once you manage to get his sperm out of your eye and you can properly see his handsome face beaming back at you from the driver’s seat.

[spidersfanfics]

Let’s Make the Most of the Night

Eridan x Karkat | Valentine’s Day | Angst

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm a monster so I wrote some angst :D Eridan goes on a date with Karkat for their anniversary. That's all :)

"Happy anniversary, Kar." Eridan said softly, handing over a bouquet of red roses. "I got you some flowers. And before you ask, no it's not a jab at your blood color. They're red for flushed feelings," he chuckled.

The sun shined down brightly as birds overhead chirped cheerfully. Eridan's stomach growled and he laughed sheepishly, "Let's eat why don't we?" He reached over and grabbed the picnic basket that had been prepared for the occasion.

Eager to get started, Eridan dug into the basket, pulling out sandwiches, salad and a bottle of wine. "Yes, wine," Eridan said with a playful smile, "I know sandwiches aren't exactly gourmet but it's a special occasion. Alright? We go over this every year."

A pause.

"And every year I win, don't I Kar." Eridan laughed as he poured out the wine. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

As he dug into his food and sipped on his drink, he began to fall deep into thought. A look of reminiscing painted across his face as he relaxed.

"Do you remember our first date?" He asked, breaking the silence that had briefly fallen. He smirked and shook his head, "No come on, let me tell it. I know I do this every time but that's only because it's cute every time."

He set down his wine glass and leaned back. His eyes grew distant as he cast his mind back. "Alright, let's see."

~ ~ ~

It was nearing the end of winter. No, not quite spring yet. That first date didn't count for the anniversary day, they'd agreed on that ages ago.

Eridan was handling the cold just fine as a seadweller, but Karkat's mutant blooded self always found the season miserable.

"GOG IM FREEZING MY FUCKING GLOBES OFF OUT HERE", Karkat texted Eridan. He'd just gotten off of work that day and was waiting for the bus to take him home.

Eridan texted back a moment later, "Wwe could go get some coffee together if you'd like. Might help to wwarm you up."

Karkat hesitated only a second before agreeing, "FUCK IT, WHY NOT. YOU KNOW WHERE I AM."

"Great, I'll pick you up in a minute. Don't freeze to death wwaiting for me."

"HA HA VERY FUNNY. JUST HURRY UP."

True to his word, Eridan was there not long after and the two of them drove over to a nearby coffee shop. They ordered their drinks and were just about to pay when Eridan stopped Karkat.

"Wait, let me pay for the both of us."

Karkat raised an eyebrow at him but let it slide and the pair brought their drinks to an empty table, tucked away in a quiet corner. Karkat took a slow sip of the drink and winced at the sudden temperature change.

After a long moment, he spoke up. "So, tell me Ampora. Is this a date?"

Eridan nearly choked on his drink. His face flushed a violent violet and he spluttered, "I mean. I was kind of hoping, that is I was going to ask at the end if. Well, do you want it to be one?"

Karkat stared forward evenly for a long while before rolling his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Why ruin a good thing right? This is our first date."

"Ah," Eridan said weakly, still coughing slightly. "Lovely," He gave Karkat a wary smile. When Karkat returned it without a trace of mockery, his fins fluttered excitedly and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Soon, they had both finished their drinks, as well as the slices of cake Eridan had insisted on buying for the two of them. "Well, I'd better head home for real now." Karkat said, gathering up their trash and sweeping it into a nearby garbage can.

"Yeah, do you need me to drive you?"

He shook his head and glanced at his watch, "There's a bus coming soon. I'll be fine." He paused then pulled Eridan into a hug, "Thanks for the food and drinks, Ampora. This was fun. Maybe we should do this again sometime."

When he pulled away, Eridan was blushing once more. "Yeah, we should," he agreed with a chuckle. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and twirled them around his finger, "I'll see you around. Text me when you get home?"

"Sure," Karkat laughed and the two parted ways.

~ ~ ~

Eridan finished his reminiscing and his sandwiches at around the same time and he smiled lovingly. "The first of many lovely dates to come," he said.

He reached back towards the picnic basket and opened it up again. After some quick rummaging, he pulled out a couple of cupcakes. "They didn't have cake slices when I went this time but these are from that same coffee shop." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Is that too cheesy? I thought it would be a nice surprise."

He unwrapped one and took a bite before thinking once more of another story to tell. "Oh, well of course if we're going to talk about our past, we should talk about the day you asked me out." He laughed, "Still can't believe you beat me to it. That's why I insisted on being the one to propose you know. Oh but that's a whole other story."

As if fearing the silence, Eridan launched into yet another story.

~ ~ ~

"AMPORA, WE'RE STILL ON FOR OUR DATE TODAY RIGHT?"

Eridan smiled at yet another text from a familiar number.  "Of course wwe are," he texted back, "Same thing I told you the last thousand times you asked. In fact, I'm gettin' ready right noww. Evverythin alright?"

It didn't take long for the response, "YEAH YEAH EVERYTHINGS FINE. JUST MAKING SURE. ILL BE THERE SOON, DONT KEEP ME WAITING FISHDICK."

"As if I evver do," Eridan shot back with a laugh as he fixed his hair, "You wwound me." Despite his words, he still smiled warmly at his phone. They'd been going on regular dates for some time now and he'd already decided he'd ask Karkat to be his matesprite properly soon. He couldn't wait.

A few minutes later, the ringing of the doorbell alerted him to Karkat's arrival. He ran eagerly to the door and opened it with a wide smile. "How's that for quick, Kar," he teased.

Karkat scoffed but still handed Eridan white rose, "Here, gift for you."

"Charming," Eridan laughed as he slipped it into a vase he kept by the door for this very reason. "Now let's get going. We don't want to be late for our reservation."

The two drove over to a fancy restaurant where Eridan had booked a table for them to enjoy. And after a delicious dinner, they decided to go for a stroll through a nearby park.

As the night drew to a close, Karkat stopped Eridan before they could start heading back to his car. "Hey Ampora," he said, taking both of Eridan's hands.

"What's up Kar? You've gone all stiff."

Karkat cleared his throat awkwardly. "I've got something important to tell you," he said, "So shut the fuck up and don't ruin it."

Eridan raised an eyebrow but stayed silent as he was told and nodded at Karkat to continue.

"We've been going on these dates for some time now," Karkat said, speaking quickly as if to stop himself from chickening out. "And I was wondering if you'd want to be my matesprite. Properly and officially."

"You're kidding," Eridan said his jaw dropping. He scrambled to keep talking before Karkat could snap at him for the less than optimal answer. "No wait, yes, yes. I would love to be your matesprite," he laughed, "It's just that I was thinking of asking you out soon and here you are doing it first instead."

Karkat tried for an annoyed look but ended up laughing along anyway, "Yeah well, guess I'm just better than you like that."

~ ~ ~

Eridan sighed, leaning back on his hands. "You should have seen your face when you thought I was about to reject you," he laughed, wiping away a tear.  "As if I would ever be that stupid."

He shook his head, "No. Never. And so many good days came out of that one yes, didn't it? God remember moving in together? And our wedding?"

Taking just a second to catch his breath, Eridan started talking again. Telling story, after story, after story. Before long, evening had fallen. The food he'd brought was long gone and in fact it was nearly time for dinner.

"Well," Eridan said softly. He gathered up various wrappers and tupperware to throw back into the basket before standing up with a grunt. "Should probably head home now."

His voice wobbled as he lifted his hand to his mouth and blew a kiss at the grave before him. "I miss you," he said. Tears flowed freely now, trailing violet down his face. "I'm doing alright though," he managed. "Kanaya told me to say hi. Feferi too."

With a heavy sigh, Eridan picked up his things and turned to leave. "Until next year," he said, glancing back one last time.

A pity lowbloods always die so young.

[def-initely-soul]

Aloha you piece of sexy beast, from the first link, 4th bullet with yoongi plox. 😼😻 Pliz anything but angst 😅

asdfghgfdsa I LOVE THIS YES

pairing: yoongi from BTS x reader (f.)

prompts: we hate each other but we were invited to a mutual friend’s party and were warned to be civil so you complimented my costume and fuck you, I haven’t changed yet

genre: humour; smut; e2l au; explicit

warnings: mature language; unprotected intercourse; graphic intercourse; choking; degradation (kind of?)

words:  7.2k (ahHASHhahhHhahHHAhhAH yes im a simp for yoongi sue me)

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The time is getting closer and closer, an unwelcome feeling of despair running through your bones as you watch the clock ticking away, closer to what you’ve been dreading since the beginning of the month.

Jimin’s Halloween Party.

And what makes it worse is that you can’t avoid it. You can’t simply show up, spend the appropriate amount of time without being perceived as flaky and then leave to return to the comfort of your own home.

No, because Jimin’s having the party at his apartment. And you’re his roommate.

Another clang sounds from behind your door, out in the living room where the preparations are taking place and you suppress down a sigh. Jimin’s friends are over to help him decorate and, even if he asked your help a thousand times now, you’ve helped him with the food earlier and that’s as far as you’re willing to go.

You wanted some peace and quiet before the chaos began even if it was for a few hours. Though it seems you can’t get much of that when there’s an active battlefield out there.

With a groan of exertion, you get out of your bed, pushing your laptop to the side to go out there and see what all the fuss is about.

The living room is a complete mess; empty balloons decorate the floor as Jimin’s best friend Taehyung tries to inflate them, there’s a garland hanging depressingly from the ceiling that seems to be an assortment of spiders? You can’t really tell, not with Namjoon shaking it violently so it can come off. Jimin tries to make the fog machine work, though with not very much success while Yoongi simply stares at his friends trying to make this whole thing resemble a party.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t help. But you shake your head at that thought. Jimin had warned you to be civil tonight. He wouldn’t put up with another fighting match between the two of you, no matter how much it would entertain his guests.

Truth is you hate the boy. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word corroborating with a strong feeling, and you definitely don’t have any strong feelings for Min Yoongi. You refuse to.

“I see everything’s going swell...” your sarcasm is tangible as you step into the room, crossing your hands on your chest as all four pair of eyes turn to your direction. Namjoon smiles at you, Taehyung gives you a wave and Yoongi simply stares back. 

Creep.

“Y/N, please help uuuuuuus...” Jimin whines cutely, his cheeks puffing out as he gives you a demonstration of his best puppy stare. You’ve helped him out of so many situations that could’ve been avoided if he just listened to you. Like tonight, for example. He didn’t listen to you when you said Namjoon wouldn’t be able to do much to help and would probably mess something up. You like Namjoon, you really do but you have to admit he’s a bit clumsy and that’s certainly something you shouldn’t be when decorating for a party.

And he certainly didn’t listen to you when you told him to not invite Yoongi altogether.

After all, this is your house too.

Namjoon gives his neck a scratch as he stops pulling on the garland that looks pulls away from being ripped. “Yeah, we could use another hand...”

You smile at him. You take a step forward, grabbing a chair and climbing on it to remove the garland from the stray nail it seems to be stuck on.

“There. Now please don’t tug at it anymore or you’re gonna rip it in half,” you joke as you pass him the garland and Namjoon blushes in embarrassment.

Jimin gasps. “See? I told you to stop doing that! Y/N, please, these idiots are gonna ruin my party...” he says as he nears you, tugging at your arm like a child with a pout that matches one.

You roll your eyes fondly at him, realizing you really don’t have a choice. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

Jimin’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he drags you towards the fog machine. “I need you to look over this because it’s not working and Yoongi has been little to no help,” he responds sending a glare to the blond boy supporting himself on the kitchen island.

“I tried to help but you didn’t like my answer,” he speaks for the first time since you stepped foot into the living room and you rest your eyes on the machine to not look at him instead.

“He said it’s broken...” Jimin says to you as Yoongi throws his hands in the air in a huff. 

“Hm... let me take a look at it...” you say thoughtfully as your eyes are already resting on the machine. Jimin leaves to help Taehyung with the balloons, leaving you alone to your ministrations.

You enjoy the comfortable silence for so long before another figure comes to stand near you and watch over your work.

You pay Yoongi no mind as you check the cables and find the one little thing that’s chipped at some part.

“There it is...” you say, removing the cable from both outlets and throwing it away.

“I could have told you that...” Yoongi comments nonchalantly and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time.

All of them are already dressed for the party and Yoongi is no different. He’s going as Han Solo; black boots, a pair of jeans and a holster for his fake blaster, black vest and a white shirt that’s open, revealing his collarbones where your eyes unwillingly trail.

You remove your gaze immediately, ready to be humiliated if he finds out you’ve been openly staring at a glimpse of his naked skin.

Shit, no, he’s a creep. Stop drolling, Y/N.

“You didn’t though...” you reply instead, and if he did got whiff of your wondering eyes he doesn’t let it show.

“And how do you plan on solving that problem? If you don’t have a spare cable, and I doubt you do, this is as good as dead,” he comments indifferently, eyes travelling to the machine and you ignore his barely conceited mockery as you sport a victorious smile.

“As I matter of fact, I do!” you announce before going to the kitchen to search through the cabinets. You emerge victorious after scavenging the third drawer and find the replacing cable. You trudge over to the machine as Yoongi watches you.

He keeps doing that. He should stop.

He presses his lips together as if trying to stop himself from speaking, while you crouch in front of the machine and insert the cable into both outlets. You press the button and -ta-dah!- the system is fully functioning once more.

Jimin makes a fist in the air with a soft “yes” escaping his lips before he throws you a wink. “Thanks so much, babe, I promise I owe you brunch!” he claims before going on to inflate some more balloons.

You turn around with a triumphant smirk as Yoongi currently stares at the machine as if simply by staring he can make it stop working again.

“I could’ve done that if I knew you already had a cable...” he mumbles, almost in a pout and you have to remind yourself you don’t like him to stop staring.

You nod as if to appease him, crossing your arms on your chest, not knowing what to do with yourself now that you solved one problem. You figure Yoongi is gonna move along to some other thing, not wanting to be with you no more than necessary.

But he stays. For some reason you both just stand there, unsure of what to do as the other three guys run around the living room. As seconds tick by, you find yourself getting flustered -why are you getting flustered, Jesus- and Yoongi looks everywhere by you. His phone is on the kitchen island, why won’t he go there instead? 

At some point, a gleam enters his eyes and he returns his stare to you, making you jump in alert.

“I, uuuh...” he starts, voice hesitant and you realise what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to hold a conversation with you. Be civil.

Though it’d be perfectly fine by you if he simply ignored you.

“I, uh, I like your costume! The perfect broke college student!” he says, clearly awkward with this. Your eyes drop to your clothes; you’re into a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt with black bean sauce spots on it and your hair is currently resembling a bird’s nest on top of your head.

And worst of all, it’s not a costume.

You press your lips tightly together to avoid cursing at him, seeing as he really seems to believe this is a costume.

“I’m.not.changed.yet,” you grit through your teeth and Yoongi’s eyes widen in horror.

For a second he stays like this, clearly shaken by his idiocy and you think he’ll start apologizing any second now.

Instead, he presses his lips together. As if trying not laugh.

Your eyes see red once more. This freaking asshole! You can’t be civil around him, that’s what it gets you! You have to bite the inside of your cheek to not go full berserk on him now. Instead, you turn around, the rolling of your eyes coming out instinctively as you stomp away to your room.

Once the door is closed the sound of unfiltered laughter is clear in your ears.

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It’s been two hours, thirteen minutes and forty seconds since you’ve disappeared into your bedroom.

Not that Yoongi’s been counting or anything.

The party is in full bloom, everyone else already having shown up and Yoongi finds himself talking to Seokjin that came dresses as -surprise, surprise- a certain Italian plumber going by the name Mario.

He’s not exactly sure how he manages to do it every time. Pissing you off that is.

It is also unclear to him how he seamlessly fell into the position of your rival. He never wished to be, never tried to and somehow he always finds himself in this unfortunate situation.

A little voice in the back of his head warns him that it’s his own doing but he chooses to ignore that voice.

He stares into his cup lazily, the only true reason he came to the party missing and he sighs, because, honestly, like it wasn’t enough that he thought you were already in costume, he couldn’t keep the giggles to himself either.

He’s positive you’re fuming now and will certainly tear him a new one if given the chance. Jimin’s request for courtesy be damned.

And, as usual, instead of taking it like he should (seeing as he’s in the wrong), his competitive streak will make its appearance and he’ll act as if he’s done nothing to warrant such a reaction.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders what goes on in that mind of his. Clearly, there must be something wrong with it, for him to act like such a jackass to the girl he likes.

A movement to his right, not too far away from him, catches his eye and he turns his head instinctively towards the sudden motion, the thought that this is where your door is, briefly passing his mind.

Although, he ponders, maybe if he paid a little more attention to that thought, he wouldn’t be staring at you with his mouth open right now.

You finally decided to grace the party with your appearance, and Yoongi chuckles at the choice of words as he gazes at your costume.

You’re dressed in a white, midi, puffed skirt with black details around the waist paired with low, black kitten heels. On the top, you’re wearing a black, short-sleeved blouse with an almost off-shoulder, v-neck neckline, where a set of pearl earrings and necklace grace your skin. There’s a white, almost transparent shawl hanging softly from your arms and you’re sporting a pair of white gloves as well. Your hair is smooth, styled back and ending in big, slick curls at the bottom.

You’re dressed as Grace Kelly in the movie “Rear Window” and Yoongi can’t get his fucking eyes away from you.

Holy fuck, how do you look so beautiful?

Admittedly, to Yoongi you’d look beautiful even with a sack of potatoes but that’s not the point.

Well, he has no fucking idea what the point is. Maybe it’s his inability to form a coherent phrase in your presence without sounding like a completely pompous jerk. Maybe it’s the glint in your eyes as you take in the party and seem to finally enjoy the vibe. Or maybe it’s just the way he can’t keep his eyes away.

Your eyes find him for a second. Only for a second but it has you halting in your steps. You stare back, uncertain of why he does too, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you right now. He’s never looked at you like that before.

Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed.

You shake your head of any thoughts of him as you approach Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon across the living room.

There’s a whistling noise coming from Jimin’s best friend as Jimin’s eyes widen and Namjoon’s mouth hangs open at the sight of you in costume.

You smile knowingly at the three friends, giving them a twirl to see your skirt in action as you giggle joyfully.

“Look at you, hoe! You clean up niiiiiiice!” Jimin says, approaching you as his eyes travel all over the outfit with an appreciative glint.

“I only wanted to look my best for my roommate’s party!” you wink shamelessly at him and he giggles, shoving you lightly.

“And are you sure it had nothing to do with Yoongi’s comment earlier?” he asks mischievously and you lose your train of thought as you redden in embarrassment. You had no idea Jimin heard that but you’ll be damned if you let him think that’s true.

“Of course not! I had this planned the minute you said you were gonna throw a party!” you smile back, quickly composing yourself, although the costume you were actually planning on wearing mocks you from the floor of your bedroom where it’s currently laying.

Jimin enjoys the attention you’re giving him, quickly forgetting about the costume. “Stop flirting with me, it’ll get you nowhere!”

“Yeah, stop flirting with him, he’s mine!” Taehyung jokes, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Although judging by their matching costumes as Sherlock and Watson and the blush currently occupying both of their cheeks, you’d say there’s more truth to that joke than they’d like to admit.

You raise your hands up in defeat as you turn to the third person there. “Namjoon what do you think? Is it good?” you ask him, motioning to the dress. But you fail to register Namjoon’s blown out eyes and the redness of his face.

“I, uhm... You’re beautiful, Y/N. Really,” he comments, although his voice sounds more like a stutter and when your eyes finally meet his, you can’t miss the way he visibly avoids looking into your eyes.

You bite your lip. He’s cute.

“Thank you, joonie!” you say, pecking his cheek that has him almost choking on his spit and you giggle at the boy’s clear awkwardness around women.

But as mirth enters your eyes, it’s quick to abandon them as you watch the other blond boy staring at you from his previous spot. Although seeing him look at you would quickly put a dump in your mood, this time his gaze is different. Different from usual and different from when you came out of your room.

His eyes are dark, staring deeply at you as if he’s trying to look right through you and your heartbeat quickens. His face is stoic, calm though you have a feeling it’s not in correspondence with his actual feelings. And for some reason, it’s making you feel things.

Dark, wicked, sinful things. 

Then he smiles at you. It makes you exhale shakily and your legs tremble.

You quickly turn your gaze away, trying to resist the urge to hide your cheeks behind your hands, choosing to instead focus on what your other friends have been saying. Even if Yoongi’s gaze still lingers on your skin.

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You don’t know how long it’s been since you started talking to Namjoon on the couch just to have your mind occupied with something else other than Yoongi.

Fortunately, you’ve found the rum storage to also keep you occupied, even if you’re currently on your third drink, already having a pleasurable buzz running through your bones.

You don’t know why you’re like this. You’re supposed to detest the boy’s presence, not feeling the need to drag him away and wipe that smirk off his lips with your own.

Jesus, what is wrong with you lately?

You hate to admit it, you really do but recently instead of wanting to choke him to death, you want him to choke you.

And not to death.

You keep picturing him between your breasts, between your thighs and his mocking words instead of putting you off, they rile you up even worse.

The chemistry seemed to always be there, you think, but you’ve only stumbled on it as of lately. As if it was always hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment you got aware of it so it can finally burst and make you want to fuck him senseless.

“Y/N!”

You jump in your spot, quickly shaking away any remnants of your fantasies to stare back at Namjoon apologetically.

“Sorry, my mind wandered off, what were you saying?” you reply with a sheepish smile and Namjoon is quick to smile back at you.

“I was just asking if you dance?” he asks, tilting his head cutely at you but his question confuses you. Wasn’t he just talking about the newest tv series he started watching?

“I, uh, you mean generally or you asking me to dance?” you respond with a nervous chuckle. Although you doubt there’s anything to be nervous of. Namjoon sees you as a friend.

His smile gets bigger, as if not hearing the nervousness in your voice. “The second one,” he replies casually, too confident in himself and a portion of your mind is wondering where the awkward boy from before went.

The other portion, the bigger one is panicking.

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. He can’t be serious, right? You’re just friends! Though when his gaze remains calm, hopeful as he stares at you, you realize that maybe Namjoon wants something more.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, how did you not see this coming?! If you just paid a little closer attention to him you’d realize he acted nervously around you because he liked you, not because of a sudden avoidance of women in general. Fuck, what are you supposed to tell him?

“Uuuh, I- I-” you stutter, trying to find the right words to say and Namjoon, bless him, looks confused but not suspicious enough to understand why you can’t give him an answer.

You take a breath. Okay, you got this. You’ll let him down gently and then-.

But your train of thought is interrupted when you notice the figure looming over the two of you ominously. Both pair of eyes rise up to see Yoongi currently staring at you with an indescribable expression on his face.

“Oh, hey, hyung, what’s up?” Namjoon asks with a nervous chuckle, eyes drifting between the two of you, fearful you might get into a physical altercation again.

You find your eyes glued to his, staring up at him from behind your eyelashes, heartbeat quickly rising as he keeps on staring back. Your breath quickens as well now that his undivided attention is on you, suddenly aware that your current position gives him a perfect view of your cleavage that rises and falls with every breath.

Something stirs up in your stomach at the thought, your tongue peeking out to wet your lip. His eyes seem to follow the movement, ravenous and greedy as his own tongue pokes at his cheek in which can only be described as the most sensual thing you ever saw. You find it hard to swallow, not knowing what to say or do, completely under the spell of his eyes.

He presses his lips together to hide his smirk, with a confident tilt of his head as his eyes run up and down your body and you feel your arousal pooling in your abdomen. God, you wanna bite that smirk off his lips.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” he finally replies, voice deep and rough as he crosses his arms on his chest. The movement has the muscles ripple beneath his shirt and your mouth waters almost instinctively. You clear your throat, otherwise your answer might have come out in the form of squeaks.

“Sure...” you meet his gaze, crossing your arms on your chest as you wait for him to go on. Yoongi sees the silent challenge hidden in your eyes and you almost see the cogs running in his head as he ponders on his next move.

He doesn’t relent though, his gaze as intense as ever on you. “Private...”

You stare at him for a second, with narrowed eyes. Should you go with him? You don’t know if you should. But you admit it gives you an easy way out of that conversation with Namjoon. 

So with a huff, you get up from your seat, smoothing over the wrinkles in your skirt. 

“Sorry, Joon, I’ll be back in a bit...” you turn to say to the younger man with a smile. Namjoon quickly gets over his shock before he nods at you with a smile. Yoongi instead rolls his eyes, before his palm wraps around your wrist to guide you through the party.

You gasp at the sudden touch of his skin on your but you’re pretty sure the sound of the speakers masked the sound from his ears. You let him lead you through the crowd until you end up in the corridor and walk into the pantry room.

Once the door is closed, Yoongi frees your wrist to fall lifelessly at your side and at once your arms end up hugging your middle protectively. You pay him no attention as he closes the door, instead looking everywhere else besides his back that strains under that shirt.

Though that alone isn’t capable of helping you avoid the newly rush of exhilaration running through your body at the thought of being closed up in such a narrow space together. 

“So what did you want to tell me...?” you ask, impatient as your leg bounces up and down, still refusing to look at him, in case your feelings and thoughts are written on your face.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs up at one of the counters to sit down, grabbing an almost empty jar of peanut butter and proceeding to lick the spoon inside clean.

Your eyes now find him, narrowed and confused as he seems to not pay you any attention. A moment passes where he doesn’t reply; really he doesn’t do anything but lick the peanut butter of that spoon.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you throw your hands up in the air with a huff before they land on your waist in what you hope seems like a threatening stance. “Well?”

Finally, his eyes rise to meet yours as if only now becoming aware of your presence there in the same room as him. He takes a look at you, a good look that has you shuffling on your spot before he goes in to scoop some more of the spread.

“You’re out of peanut butter,” he simply retorts, taking another spoonful into his mouth.

You stare at him, not entirely sure if you heard right.

We’re out of peanut butter?

This can’t be the reason why he wanted to talk to you, right? Although when he makes no other comment on that or really anything else, you realize that that’s all he wanted to say to you.

“Are you serious? That’s why you brought me here?” you exclaim, voice rising in anger with the absurdity of the situation. Did he really have to drag you all the way here just to tell you that?

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, his messy blonde looks falling on top of his eyes as he refuses to look at you.

You press your lips together to suppress your rage. He’s toying with you.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh and shaking your head. No, you won’t curse at him, you won’t talk to him, you won’t even look at him. You’re just gonna get out.

You walk to the door, ready to meet the outside world once more but when you move the handle down, the door won’t budge. So you try again. No luck. You realize it’s locked, another wave of rage overwhelming you when you realize Yoongi just locked the two of you here with no explanation whatsoever.

And no, the absence of peanut butter doesn’t count.

You turn around rushedly, eyes already furious on him as you clench your jaw, trying too hard to ignore how casually hot he looks dressed as Han Solo and eating what’s left of your peanut butter. “That’s not funny.”

His eyes still remain on the almost empty jar, not giving you a spare look. “What’s not funny?”

Your fists tighten in an attempt to not yell at him. “Yoongi give me the key.”

Finally, your words seem to reach him as he raises his face to meet your own with a facade of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he has the audacity to say before a traitorous smirk covers his lips.

One that makes your insides clench and your anger to magnify.

“Give me the goddamn key, Yoongi,” you bite back, taking short, booming steps towards him and instead of quivering back in fear, his smirk grows.

Shit, you wanna fuck him so bad.

“I don’t have it,” he says with a shit-eating grin, one that matches both him and his costume so well, one reeks of cockiness and boldness and all logic flies out the window. 

You quit playing nice.

Your hands drag him off the countertop as they search roughly through his garments to find that fucking key so you can get out of here, further away from him before you do something you’ll regret.

But he laughs at your antics, clearly not taking you seriously as he lets you search him all over. When you come up empty with a heave of frustration, you shove him back, his hips colliding with the counter as your arms cage him between the marble and your body. A stray hair has left your perfectly composed hairdo and you huff it out of your face as you stare at Yoongi with laboured breaths. He stares back, eyes lazily traveling your form and even though you’re the one trapping against the counter he looks entirely too comfortable. 

Like he’s got you right where he wanted.

You heave against him, chest almost brushing his own as you try to clear your head enough of sinful thoughts to pay attention to the urgency here. Although with how his arms bulge underneath his shirt, how his collarbones peak from beneath the fabric, how his thighs seem to fill out his jeans, how that fucking grin seems etched into his lips, you’d say your tries were in vain.

You’re careful not to touch when you speak again, although your traitorous eyes trail the pumping veins at the side of his neck. “Where is it?”

His smirk only grows, tilting his head to the side as he looks at your lips through hooded eyes. “What’s in it for me?”

You’re taken aback by his question, not quite knowing how to answer it as his eyes fall to the bare skin beneath your neck. A sharp inhale resonates around the room, belatedly realizing it came from you and before you get to answer Yoongi speaks again.

“Back pocket on my left.”

Your frown deepens. “Give it to me.”

And his smirk grows. “Get it yourself.”

Your lips press together at that. His back pocket is currently pressed against the counter and there’s no way to get that key without touching his ass. 

Fuck.

Though his eyes raise a challenge. One that says you won’t be able to do it.

So, true to your natural instincts to oppose him, you take a prideful breath before your hand dives between the counter and his body.

His eyes widen for a millisecond, clearly not expecting this from you but he’s quick to disguise the reaction. He stares leisurely at you instead, licking his lips with interest as his eyes fall to your breasts as you come closer.

You try to ignore the feeling of his plump ass against your hand as you search for his pocket. But then you also have to ignore your chest pushing on his own, leaving no room for decency as your bating breath fans over his lips with the contact. Your heartbeat quickens once more with the proximity, failing to hide your blushed cheeks from how close to him you are.

Yoongi’s eyes move to your lips and they stay there, watching your mouth exhaling softly with every breath and he has half a mind to not kiss you senseless right now.

You swear you won’t be able to take any more of this. You’re one step away of yielding when your hand finally feels something cold and metallic. You’re swift in taking the key out of his pocket, ready to gloat in his face but as you do so, his hands are quicker. As you’re ready to lean away from him, they’re already landing on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh and pulling you flash against him.

There’s a gasp tumbling out of your mouth at the unexpected gesture, the key falling from your hands as they fly to grasp at his shoulders in surprise. You’re now standing a hair’s breadth away from one another, his breath mingling with yours as your eyes stare unabashedly at each other.

“You... you did this on purpose you prick...” you whisper, breathless as your eyes fall to his plump looking lips, ready to be devoured.

This time he doesn’t smirk, clearly as affected as you as he can’t help but stare bewitched at your mouth. “Do you want me to let you out?” he breathes back.

At any other given moment, you wouldn’t have hesitated. You’d be out of the room in seconds, trying to get him out of your hair. But tonight is different. It is as if everything tonight happened to converge together so this moment could come. So he could ask you that question. So you could only reply with one word.

“No,” and you dive in, finally kissing him.

A sound of surprise escapes his lips but then he presses you closer, body moulding against yours as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. An animalistic growl falls free from his mouth, taking your bottom lip in between his lips, tugging it roughly, making a moan roll from your tongue. Your hands fly to grip at his shirt to press him closer, accidentally grazing across his milky skin and he feels cools beneath your fingers.

He’s quick to roughly press you up against the opposite wall, hands flying to grasp your own and push them over your head. You moan at the impact, feeling your arousal flowing from your cunt, ruining your panties and your legs rub together to get some much-needed relief.

Yoongi curses as he sees the motion, grabbing your hands with one hand as the other dives down to bunch up as much as he can of your skirt and wedge a leg beneath your own. You whine at the contact, moving your lips against his flexed thigh, the friction feeling deliciously against your clit.

“Yeah, you like that, princess? Wait till I’m done with you, you won’t even know your name,” he murmurs seductively against your ear before grazing it with his teeth. A moan of his name escapes you, no shame or pride left in you; only that carnal, animalistic need to get off.

“Fuck, fuck, please...” you plead as Yoongi peppers kisses on your jaw, your eyes closed in concentration as you drive your hips relentlessly against him.

“Please what? use your words...” he teases against your lips before leaving a languid kiss. His lips melt with yours slowly, the sound of your mouths colliding wet and arousing, as his tongue dives in to meet your own. Then his mouth travels lower, resting on top of your collarbones, leaving soft kisses that slowly turn into bites.

“Please, I need you... I need your-” your rant gets interrupted by a loud cry when Yoongi sucks a particularly rough hickey on your neck. 

He seems to be enjoying this too much, having you at last to himself, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you need. “You need my what?” he asks teasingly, already knowing what you’ll say but once again you take him by surprise.

“Your hand. Your fingers. I need your fingers,” you manage to utter through heavy breaths, your hips still moving on top of his thigh, chasing after your high.

“My fingers, huh...?” he breathes against your neck as his tongue dives to lick against a freshly forming hickey. You hum in content as his kisses move upwards. “You need my fingers to do what? To toy with your clit until you’re screaming my name for everyone here to hear? To plunge into your cunt, knuckles deep until you’re a sobbing mess and asking me to stop?” his voice resonates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine along with the picture his words paint and, fuck, you want that so bad.

“Or do you need them...” his hand on your waist that’s holding your skirt up, moves upwards, letting the skirt fall over his thigh as well, and skims over your tummy, your breasts until it encloses its fingers around your neck. “... to choke you while I pound into you until you can’t take no more?” he says the same time he presses his fingers against your throat, a sharp inhale coming from you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, rushed exhales leaving you as you can’t decide which one you want more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you want them all.

Yoongi smiles wickedly at you before both his hands abandon your body; only to land on the waistband of your skirt and drag it down your legs. He throws the article of clothing away, before he’s on you again, kissing you harshly, hands tangling into your hair as he presses against you while yours meet at the nape of his neck. 

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time before someone realizes we’re gone. But I promise to repay you heartily next time...” he whispers against your lips before his hands swoop beneath your thighs to carry you and this time you’re the one sitting on the counter with Yoongi between your legs.

You don’t mind his proposition as you both rush to get him out his confinements. He gets out the vest quickly, tossing it aside as you move to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, letting them fall to rest just on top of the swell of his ass. His fingers are reaching for your underwear, dragging it down your legs to let it fall to the floor as you finally get him out of his boxers.

He’s already hard, standing tall and stiff against his stomach, veins already running down the length of his cock and your mouth salivates. Your fingers wrap around his dick, slowly moving up and down and Yoongi lets out a heavy exhale as his forehead rests on your shoulders. 

You pick up the pace, his hips faltering as they begin moving in time with your hand, chasing after his own high. Then he curses out loud, the sound carnal, sending another wave of slick down to your thighs before he pushes your hand away.

“Fuck, you’re gonna have me cumming on your hand...” he admits before grabbing at his cock to drive it slowly over your folds. You hiss at the contact, moving your hips instinctively to get your slick all over him and he bites his lip with so much force you think he’s gonna draw blood.

But then he pushes the head of his cock past your folds, having you biting his neck to stop from screaming too loud. He groans at the feeling of your velvety walls encompassing him and once he’s fully inside you he stops to take a breath.

It’s not enough for you though to gather your wits, before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” this time you can’t do nothing to control the cry that comes from your lips, nails digging into the flesh of his biceps. His jaw is clenched in concentration as his fingers grab harshly at your hips for leverage before he begins pounding into you.

The moans roll down your tongue without stopping, not having much of a mind to remember you’re currently in the middle of a party where anywhere can pass by and hear what you’ve been onto all this time. Or you simply don’t care, you can’t distinguish the difference anymore. The only thing that makes sense right now is the feeling of his dick driving into you.

Yoongi keeps thrusting into you, matching each movement with a low grunt, the sounds coming from him sounding filthy in your ears, making your arousal grow.

“Fuck, Yoongi, don’t stop...” you say breathlessly, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. His eyes finally move to your face for the first time since he entered you and something crosses his face as if he suddenly remembered something. 

He smirks sinfully at you before one hand abandons your hips to caress the top of your breasts. Your eyes widen in excitement, hoping he’ll do what he promised as his palm now rests over your collarbones. Before his fingers finally reach your neck and softly press against the spots that have your head getting lightheaded.

You suck in a breath before your air supply gets cut off, mouth dropping open in complete ecstasy.

“F-fuck...” you stutter, eyes closing to concentrate better on the feeling of his cock inside you.

His hand on your neck pushes you back in an angled position that has his cock pushing repetitively against your g-spot and you cry out loud. Your hand flies behind to grasp at the shelf above you as you struggle to keep up. Your hips are relentless against his own as each thrust gets rougher and rougher than the rest. His grunts are louder and louder, signalling his close end and his other hand abandons your hips as well to come and rest at your clit.

You inhale sharply as much as you can when he begins rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, steadily but then he picks up the pace as he feels his high nearing as does yours with every thrust

“Fuck, Y/N, look at you, fucking look at you. So fucked out, so wrecked by my cock, fuck, I’ll, fucking, ruin, you,” he says lastly between his last powerful thrusts that have you both unravelling against each other. You come with a loud cry of his name, clenching uncontrollably against him as he finally lets your neck, the incoming breath adding to your high.

He curses out loud, coming with one final thrust, rope after rope of cum painting your walls as you both lay against each other breathless.

A minute or two pass like this, with his head hiding at your neck as you both calm down. Then you feel him pressing soft kisses on your skin, something that has you take a double take on him.

He feels you shifting beneath him so he raises his head to look at you with a goofy smile on his lips, that has your chest constrict wildly. 

He’s... dare you say, cute?

“Uhm, what are you doing?” you ask confused and he tilts his head at you like a confused puppy.

“It’s called kissing I don’t know if you ever heard of it...” he says with a soft smile before pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen, not at all used at this side of his as he’d usually mock you or tease you.

Although you’ve never really been in a similar situation with him before so you can’t really tell if this is usual for him.

Yoongi seems to sense your apprehension so he stops kissing you and leans back to get a better look at you.

“I thought you hated me...” you manage to mumble in utter confusion on this new side of him. You’re not used to it, you don’t know how to handle it and frankly, it makes you feel all sort of weird things you’ve never felt before.

Not about him at least.

He has the decency to look somewhat remorseful over your words. “Yeah... I never actually hated you... I was just avoiding you cause you made me nervous...” he admits, rubbing a hand at the nape of his neck awkwardly and your eyes widen at his confession. 

You made him nervous? 

“...And I guess me avoiding you didn’t help into you liking me either....” he observes sheepishly as you still stare at him shocked out of your wits.

Yoongi... likes you?

“So, uhm... I figured since we already did... that...” he says, entirely too innocently compared to what happened merely minutes ago and your heart does that thing again. That thing that makes you wanna pinch his cheeks or bake him a cake or something.

“That maybe... If you want... maybe I could take you out on a date?” he finishes with a flinch as if expecting you to immediately refuse him. To be honest your mind still tries to wrap around everything. You just had sex with him in your pantry room, his cock is still inside you, admittedly soft but that’s not the point, and he just asked you out on a date.

You’ve done weirder things, haven’t you?

Besides you’d hate to see his face fall if you deny him that.

Who would’ve thought?

.

.

Later, when you’re out of the pantry room with no one having a single clue of what you did, your eyes keep finding each other like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

Admittedly it’s all still new to you, but you don’t mind the way he’s looking at you. Or the way your heart beats when you catch him staring. You can get used to this.

You think no one has a single clue of what happened between the two of you. But at some point, Jimin happened to pass by the pantry room and heard things he didn’t wanna hear. 

Now he’s scared for life but judging by the looks you keep exchanging with Yoongi, he’d say it was all worth it.

[sad-boy-mono]

High School Casualties

Chapter 2/?

Word Count- 1,586

Master post with Ao3 link

Damien and Shayne were now 30 minutes through their second period of the day, parting ways with Courtney after the first. But, as always, agreed to meet up again at lunch with Keith, Noah and Olivia.

They only had 10 minutes left of class, and in that 10 minutes their teacher let them work on their homework. Shayne, working on science notes, took a look at his friend. Damien, sitting a few rows away from him, was staring blankly at his textbook for world history. His eyes glued in place so Shayne could tell that he wasn’t reading. Just... Staring.

Shayne glanced around the classroom, seeing if their teacher was nearby. When he confirmed it was safe, Shayne snuck his phone out of his pocket and held it in his lap so it looked like he just was reading a book. He unlocked his phone and went to Damien’s contact.

Shayne

You good? You’re just kind staring off into space

Shayne looked back at his exhausted friend. Damien jerked his head upwards as he snapped out of the zoning out he was doing. He did the same glance around the room Shayne had done, then pulled out his own phone from his bag. He turned it on and after seeing the notification, looked at Shayne briefly. He began typing, glancing around every so often.

Damien

Yeah I thibk so just really ducking tired.

*think

*fucking

Damn I need to learn hiw to spell or just type slower

*HOW! GOD DAMNIT!

Shayne stifled a laugh and looked at Damien with a smile.

Shayne

Ok just making sure ur not dying or something lol

Just be sure to get some good sleep tonight you dumb bitch

Damien

ooooooor I could suffer and try to nap during lucnh

Shayne

I mean you could also go to the nurse

u tired fuck

Damien

Well I’m not gonna do that so if u excuse me ima continue to stare off into space

Shayne

Well staring off into space is not a good substitute for sleep so you better get some tonight

Damien

Or wut ;)))

Shayne stifled another laugh. This time he was laughing at himself though.

Shayne

Or I’ll come to your house at midnight and make you sleep ;)))))

Damien

Like r u gonna knock me out with a bat or fuck me? cuz im down either way honestly ;)))))))))))))

Shayne laughed quietly to himself after reading that, and looked over at Damien. Who looked like he was also struggling to hide his laughter.

“I fucking hate you!” Shayne mouthed to Damien, who just blew a sarcastic kiss to Shayne.

Shayne

Ok but deadass don’t force yourself to be miserable all day. If you keep this up I’ll bring Courtney into the chat

Damien

Oh god plz no she scares me when she goes into mom mode

Shayne

Exactly. So be a good boy and get to sleep by 8 and eat your veggies 

and do your homework

That would be smart as well

Damien

But I don’t waaaaaannnnaaaaaa

Shayne

Ok you leave me no choice. 

Shayne went to the group chat that had all 3 of them in it.

Banana Man

@Court Bourt 

Deem

NOOOOO

The two stared at their phones, waiting for Courtney to reply. It took about 3 minutes before she did.

Court Bourt

What did you guys do this time?

Banana Man

Damien’s being a lil bitch. Make his sleep

Court Bourt

What do you want me to do? Kill him?

Deem

Yes

Banana Man

No!

He’s gonna pull another all-nighter on us again and be miserable 

Court Bourt 

Daaamemiiiiin

Deem

I’m sowwwwwwy 

Court Bourt

I will personally come to your house and make you some niiiice sleepytime tea. But little did you know it will be full of that extra sleepy juuuuuuice

Deem

DrUgs?

Court Bourt

yes

Deem

oh

please don’t

Court Bourt

Oh I will and don’t you doubt it

Deem

:(

Court Bourt

Ok I gotta go my teacher’s about to yoink my phone

Banana Man

oof

Court Bourt

But Damien, don’t think this is over bitch

Deem

Oh shit she’s gonna kill me

Banana Man

Good

Shayne heard a snort come from a few rows ahead of him. He looked ahead and saw Damien chuckling to himself.

Banana Man

Why you laughing bitch

Did I say something fUnNy

Deem

No youre just being a SILLY GOOSEY BOY

Banana Man

...

Bitch

Deem

Oh

That was kinda rude.

Banana Man

That sounds like a you issue

Deem

It probably is but fuck you anyways :)

Shayne giggled to himself quietly. Damien always made him laugh, even if what he said wasn’t necessarily a joke. 

Deem

Oh WhAtS sO fUnNy sHaYnE dId I sAy SOmEtHiNg fUnNy?!?!

Banana Man

No 

It is just you who is the silly goosey boy now

Shayne could see Damien chuckling to himself at the comment Shayne made. Damien turned to face Shayne slowly and subtly flipped him off, making him laugh once again.

Then the bell rang, and in seconds time the whole class was on their feet and packing up to leave. Shayne walked out the door and waited for Damien right outside the classroom. Once Damien walked out the two just stared at each other.

“You’re really fucking stupid.” They said in unison, which was followed up by boisterous laughter from the two. 

“JINXS you owe me eight- thousand dollars!” Damien said in between laughter, making Shayne laugh harder.

“God I WISH I had that kind of money!” Shayne said between laughter. 

“Imagine having money to do stuff.” Damien began walking down the hall once the crowd of people finished making their way out of the room.

“Well first you need a job.” Shayne said, following Damien

“Imagine having a job.” 

Shayne laughed at his comment. “You know you’re dumb idiot, right?”

“Yeah but I’m your dumb idiot and the only way you’re getting rid of me is if you kill me. And I think Courtney’s gonna beat you to that. So JOKES ON YOU!” 

Shayne rolled his eyes but continued to laugh. “You’re still a dumb idiot though.”

“Again, Shayne, we just went through this! I’m your dumb idiot!” Damien slapped his own hand for emphasizes. “And, also, you’re my dumb idiot! That’s how this WORKS Shayne!”

The boys laughed harder as they walked down the hall, getting a few weird looks as they did.

They continued to talk until Damien began to talk slower, his words we getting jumbled and he looked pale. He took one last look around before he began to fall.

“Whoa- shit!” Shayne’s reflexes kicked in and wrapped his arms around Damien, preventing him from hitting the ground. 

“Damien you good?” Shayne asked, getting a delayed nod from Damien. 

“Can you stand up?” 

“Y- yeah.” Damien placed hid feet fully on the ground and slowly stood up. “Ok yeah. I think I’m good.”

“What caused that?” Shayne asked, trying to mask the obvious concern in his voice.

“I-I don’t know. One moment my head really hurt, the next I’m almost on the ground.” Damien rubbed his temples in an attempt to sooth his head. “I think it’s just really loud in the halls.”

“Ok lets head in there then,” Shayne point to the bathroom not to far down the hall. Damien nodded in agreeance. 

The two boys walked down the hall, Shayne keeping a subtle hand on Damien’s shoulder in case of another spill. Damien was running a hand through his hair to try and stable himself.

The two took a quick turn into the bathroom. Damien went to lean against the wall in between two sinks. Shayne dug through his bag and pulled out his water bottle.

“Here,” he passed it to Damien “drink up bitch.”

“Wow is that anyway to talk to your friend who could be dying? No I don’t think so!” Damien sarcastically said, then took a drink of the water.

“I friggen hate you!” Shayne chuckled, pulling paper towels from the dispenser and running them under the sink with cold water.

“What you doin there baby boy?” Damien said in between drinks.

“This,” Shayne took the paper towels and placed them on Damien’s forehead after ringing them out. “I don’t know how much it’ll help, but we gotta do what we can to prepare for the long journey to the nurses office.”

Damien snorted at Shayne’s exaggeration. “Oh yeah I guess I should go to the nurse shouldn’t I?”

“YeAh I think that’d be smart!”

“Also I’m sorry, but I’m gonna drink all your water.” Damien punctuated with another drink.

“oH nO nOt My wAtEr! Dude drink it. Drink it all! Hell, I will get you and your sleep deprived, dehydrated ass another bottle of water.” Damien snorted at his statement, only slightly choking on the water

“You good?” Shayne asked with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, you’re just a dumb lil man who makes dumb lil man jokes.” Damien teases, receiving one middle finger from Shayne. 

“Hey man, that’s just unnecessary.” Damien said, flipping off Shayne as he did. The two looked at each other and began snickering.

“Oh god,” Shayne said with a sigh, “Let’s get you to the nurse.”

“Oh you’re trying to get rid of me now? Well I’m not going down that easily! Take that!” Damien gently slapped Shayne with the wet paper towel that had been on his forehead.

Shayne stood there, mildly stunned.

“Let’s go to the nurse now.”

“Ok.”

[freddiesaysalright]

Soft in Love Part 6

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 3.1k

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A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this update! Our boy Joe makes an appearance so that’s exciting!

Warning(s): Lizzie and Darcy level pining. Shit is serious.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Part 6 here we go!!!

Several emotions hit Gwilym all at once. Shock at seeing Andrew kiss you. Relief at you pushing him away. Hurt that such an opportunity had presented itself to Andrew. And a fierce desire to protect you from something you didn’t want. He pushed all of it down and tried to collect himself because the most prevalent feeling that was standing over all the others was jealousy. Extreme jealousy that Andrew had taken you in his arms and embraced you like that.

Your mouth hung open in horror as you looked between Gwilym and Andrew. You couldn’t read the former’s face. Was he angry at you? Should it matter if he was?

“I’m sorry,” Gwilym said, clearing his throat. “It appears I’ve interrupted something.”

“You haven’t,” you said, while at the same time, Andrew said, “You did.”

You shot your friend a glare before looking back at Gwilym.

“You didn’t,” you said firmly. “That was nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” Andrew challenged. “Seriously, Y/N?”

“You didn’t even give me time to answer you before you kissed me!” you cried, facing Andrew again. “If you had, this very awkward situation wouldn’t be happening because I would have told you it’s not like that!”

“I’ll excuse you,” Gwilym said.

He opened the door and went through it before you could stop him. You glowered at Andrew, who rolled his eyes.

“What?” he snapped. “Afraid I ruined your chances?”

“No!” you shouted. “I’m angry because you kissed me before you even bothered to hear me! Do you think your feelings are all that matter? That I’d just fall into your arms after you confessed how you felt?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, searching for an answer.

“Here’s a tip for the next girl,” you said. “Make sure she wants to kiss you before just going in.”

“Why don’t you feel that way?” he asked. “Because of Gwilym?”

“No!” you said, wanting to scream with frustration. “It’s never been that way between us, even before Dan or anyone else came into the picture! I have only ever wanted to be your friend! Is that not enough for you?!”

He hesitated, and it appeared guilt came over him at your words. His silence worried you.

“Is that not enough for you, Andrew?” you pressed. “Or do you really only see me as a potential girlfriend?”

Still, he didn’t answer. Fear tugged at your heart.

“Andrew, please!”

“I...I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said. “But while I feel this way about you, it’s probably better if we don’t hang out.”

“What?” you gasped. “That’s it? Are you ser-”

“Not forever,” he said, cutting you off. “I just...I’m gonna need some time. It’s gonna be hard enough with the show and loving you on stage.”

“I’m sorry, Andrew,” you said. “I’m really sorry I can’t get there.”

“It’s fine,” he replied with a heavy sigh that told you the opposite. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna head home for break early. I think Gwilym will understand.”

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. 

“Yeah, I think he will,” you choked out.

Andrew shared one last look at you and then left without another word, exiting near the stage. You took a deep, shuddering breath. So much was going through you. Anger at Andrew, sadness that your friendship was affected, and worry about what Gwilym was thinking.

“Gwilym!” you gasped, and ran back up the aisle to where he had left.

A thousand things were running through Gwilym’s mind. He was relieved to hear you reject Andrew, but he realized that he shouldn’t be. It was perfectly normal for you to date the guys in your class. Sensible, even. But why did it kill him to imagine it? His visceral reaction to seeing Andrew’s hands and mouth on you concerned him.

“Get a grip,” he scolded himself. “She’s not yours. Nor should she be.”

Then you burst through the door and he forgot everything but you.

You came through the door and saw him pacing, forefinger to his chin, and eyes narrowed. His head whipped around when he heard the door open and you locked eyes. He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and strode quickly over to you. Then, he gathered you up in his arms.

You let out a soft gasp, but quickly relaxed into him, burying your face in his chest. His hand came to rest on the back of your head. That familiar warm smell overwhelmed you. Being in his arms was like nothing you’d ever felt before. You were stronger there than anywhere else. Your arms slid around his waist and you held on tighter.

“Alright?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded.

“I’m perfect right here,” you whispered.

You stood there, in that beautiful hug, for minutes that felt like years. Just you and Gwilym and no one else. There was nothing suggestive about the hug. It was just true, genuine comfort. A display of caring affection.

“Nothing happened, I promise,” you said, bringing you both back to the present moment.

He pulled back only slightly and met your eyes again.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Y/N,” he said. 

“I know, but I want you to understand,” you said. “I meant what I said yesterday, there’s nothing between me and Andrew.”

Andrew was right. Silly as it was, you had feared for a moment that your chances with Gwilym were ruined. You thought he would assume you preferred someone in your class, especially your good friend. But your heart belonged to Gwilym. Nothing made it clearer than this moment.

“We should go in,” he said. “The rest of the class will be here soon.”

“Andrew went home,” you told him. 

“I understand,” he replied. “We’ll do scenes without him today.”

You nodded. Then, taking his hand, you followed him into the auditorium.

Rehearsal went smoothly, and you were at ease again. Things with Andrew would mend. In the meantime, you and Gwilym could continue on just as you had been.

That night, Sloan called you as she was driving home to New Jersey for the break. She was affronted that you hadn’t told her about Andrew’s confession during class. Apparently, she had only found out at all from Andrew.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t want to gossip about him if he didn’t want you to know. He was really vulnerable.”

“I’m both of you guys’ best friend!” she insisted. “I should know all things.”

You chuckled. 

“That’s fair.”

“Okay, now tell me your side of the story,” she said.

You launched into it, holding nothing back. What Andrew said, what you said, how you felt about it, everything.

“And then Gwilym walked in as he kissed me!” you finished.

“Oh, weird!” she gasped. “Was it awkward?”

“Awkward as fuck,” you confirmed. “But, it didn’t last long.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

You were kicking yourself. You couldn’t tell her about the moment afterward because it felt too personal. Also, you were certain she would think it was stupid. But you had felt what Gwilym felt for you through his arms. You were sure of it.

“Well, he left, then Andrew and I finished up,” you said.

You explained that he wanted a break from you.

“I’m sorry if that puts you in an awkward position,” you said.

“It’ll be fine,” she returned. “I can see you at school and him at home. And we’ll all be together in rehearsal anyway.”

“That’s true,” you said.

“Anything else?” she asked. “Did Gwilym ask you about what happened?”

You froze, unsure how to answer her. You didn’t want to lie, but for you and Gwilym’s protection, you would have to.

“No,” you said. “It’s not like it was his business, y’know?”

“True,” she agreed. “Well, traffic is literal ass and I’ve almost been hit like four times during just this phone call.”

You giggled. “Understood. You focus and text me when you get home.”

“Roger,” she said. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you returned.

You hung up. Gazing at the phone, you wondered if you should have just told her. She was your best friend after all. You could trust her. But, there was the fear of anyone finding out. Not that there was anything to really find out. You and Gwilym were not in a relationship. But you felt strongly for each other. You could not have imagined that.

Gwilym got a call from Joe that night, inviting him out for dinner. He agreed, and they met at a spot that was a favorite of Joe’s. They hugged excitedly upon their reunion before going inside and getting a table.

“It’s wonderful to see you, mate,” Gwilym said as they ordered some beers.

“You too!” Joe returned. “I can’t believe you’ve been in New York this long and we haven’t gotten together.”

“I know, it’s ridiculous,” Gwilym agreed. “How are you?”

Joe started talking about a new project he was doing that was filming here in New York for a while. It worked out because he got to be home with his family.

“I mean, the schedule is still crazy, of course, but it’s more time than I usually get with the kiddos,” he finished. “How are you? What’s it like teaching?”

Gwilym hesitated before answering.

“It’s, uh...it’s pretty great,” he said. “We’re doing Meet Me in St. Louis for the capstone class I have, and that’s exciting.”

“Sweet,” said Joe. “Got any hot students?”

Gwilym choked on the sip of beer he was taking. He coughed as Joe raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, I was just kidding, but now I’m worried,” he said, clapping Gwilym on the back.

“Why should you be worried?” Gwilym wheezed, clearing his throat some more as he recovered.

“Don’t lie to me, dude,” Joe said. “Are you seriously fucking one of your students?”

“No!” Gwilym said loudly, his voice back. He lowered his volume. “And keep it down.”

“Shouldn’t have to if you’ve got nothing to hide,” Joe returned.

“Okay,” Gwilym conceded with a sigh. “There is a student I am close to.”

Joe opened his mouth but Gwilym silenced him with a sharp look.

“Nothing has happened, nor will it,” he went on. “But the feelings...are there. She’s incredibly smart and talented and funny.”

“Pretty?” Joe asked.

“Beautiful,” Gwilym said. “I know it’s wrong, but we’ve really connected, and I dunno...I…”

“You in love with her?” Joe wondered.

Gwilym’s cheeks went pink. “God, I don’t know! I only met her a few weeks ago!”

“Tell me what has happened between you.” 

Gwilym went into the story. He told Joe everything, from your first meeting, to the party, to the minutes before class, all the way through that afternoon when he’d hugged you and felt like the world had suddenly fallen into place.

“Sounds like love to me,” Joe said. “Or damn close to it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re encouraging this,” Gwilym said.

“Oh, fuck no, not even a little bit,” Joe returned. “It’s a terrible idea to pursue a student. But I think it’s not just sex you want from her, so that’s good. And when you’re not her teacher anymore, maybe it could work.”

“I don’t know,” Gwilym argued. “She’s still so much younger than me and our lives are in different places. She wants to go to LA, I’m going back to London...”

“Gwil, if you care about this girl, those things won’t matter,” Joe said. “What matters right now is setting a firm boundary until the opportunity is right. And you can tell her it’s mostly for her. She stands to lose a lot more than you.”

That was true. It was why Gwilym was so worried about the whole thing. He finished dinner with Joe, and as he went to bed, his mind wandered to you and what steps he should take next.

The break went by agonizingly slowly in your opinion. The school week would resume on Tuesday, and you couldn’t wait to see Gwilym again. Just the prospect, the idea of being in the same room as him made your heart flutter.

Tuesday morning, you got an email from Gwilym. It was sent to all the class and said that he was giving them extra time to get back, and only wanted you and Andrew for rehearsal, so you two could focus on your scenes. You thought it might be a bit awkward to just be with the two of them again, but there was no getting out of it for you.

Then you got a text from Andrew. Pushing down your shock, you opened it.

Hey, not feeling great. Just have Gwilym read for me today.

You hated to admit it, but a whole class period of just you and Gwilym was everything you could hope for. You thought about how to answer Andrew.

Still drunk? Lol

You sent it. He replied just as quickly.

I’ve got a fever asshole lmao

You smiled. Okay. Things could get back on track. You texted back a thumbs up emoji and then got ready for class. Your heart thundered with excitement with each step.

Gwilym, on the other hand, was mulling over what Joe said. He’d spent the break wondering if he should talk to you and firmly put an end to...whatever it was between you. Fond as he was of you, this wasn’t right. He could not let you risk your college career. And he didn’t want to lead you on, either. It was going to be difficult. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he would if it meant protecting you.

He waited in the auditorium, drumming his fingers against his clipboard. You arrived early, just as you did every day. And you looked stunning, just as you did every day. His chest tightened.

“Morning!” you said brightly. “Andrew’s sick, so it’s just me. Can you take his place?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, sure. Let’s get started.”

Your brow furrowed. Something was off about him. He was hardly looking at you and seemed closed off.

“I thought we’d focus on Over the Bannister,” he said. “Luckily for Andrew, that’s mostly your scene anyway.”

That was more like the Gwilym you knew. Still, something was bothering him.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Where should we start from?”

“Right after Rose goes upstairs,” he said.

You got into position on stage and waited for him to join you.

“Let’s begin,” he said.

Clearing his throat again, he got into character.

“Well, I guess I better get going,” he started, shaking your hand.

“You haven’t very far to go,” you replied softly, as Esther.

“No, I haven’t at that,” he returned. “Well, good night.”

He turned to go and you followed him.

“We’ll be seeing more of you won’t we?” you asked desperately, taking his hand again. 

“You bet,” he answered.

“You’ll be joining the crowd Friday when we go to the fairgrounds, won’t you?”

You went  back and forth with him this way until he had fully walked off stage.

“Mr. Truitt?” you called.

He stepped back. 

“Yes, Miss Esther?”

“This is an untoward request, but would you mind accompanying me through the house while I turn out the lights?” you said.

“Well, I -”

“It’s just that I - I’m afraid of mice,” you said timidly

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, well, sure. Uh, that’s the least a man can do for his charming hostess.”

You giggled and looked at the floor with humility. 

“I have to turn them out everywhere - in the dining room, in the living room, and everywhere.”

You turned and looked at him and then he followed you around the stage as you started turning down the “lights.” He had his arm around you to reach up and turn one off and you bit your lip. The contact was so welcome. You wanted to hug him again. Now, you were grateful that this was very in character at the moment.

“It certainly is dark in here with the lights off,” you said with a shrug.

“It is,” he returned. “Shall we do the dining room next?”

“Yes,” you said.

Together you moved to the next part of the stage to do the same thing. You started to hum “The Boy Next Door,” and he looked so fondly at you, you stopped breathing. You cleared your throat and moved on with the scene. Finally, you made it back to the staircase, much more red in the face than you had begun.

You were halfway up the stairs, looking down at Gwilym warmly. He gazed back with a soft smile.

“Gosh, Miss Esther,” he said. “I - I hope I’m not too presumptuous. You don’t need any beauty sleep.”

He rested his arm on the banister railing and you beamed.

“What a nice compliment,” you replied. 

“How does it go?” he said.

“How does what go?” you wondered.

“Over the banister, leans a face,” he said. “Tenderly sweet, and...and…” 

You began to sing. Gwilym had decided you should do this song acapella, to reflect the vulnerability of the moment.

“Beguiling

While below her with tender grace

He watches the picture, smiling”

Gwilym could hardly stand it as he watched you. Your voice, your face, your heart. They were all so beautiful. He had you here, all to himself too.

“A light burns dim in the hall below

Nobody sees them standing”

Against the script, Gwilym started climbing the stairs, a strange, determined look on his face. He reached you as you as you sang. 

“Saying goodnight again 

Soft in love”

The last note faltered. You were so close now. The air between you was charged, electric. Your eyes were fixed on his, which burned as they consumed you. He leaned in. He was going to kiss you, you were sure of it. 

“Y/N,” he said lowly. “The lyric is ‘soft and low.’”

“Is it?” you breathed back. “My mistake.”

His face was inches from yours. He was finally going to kiss you. The distance was closing. Your eyes began to fall shut. You felt his lips barely a centimeter from yours. Just a bit further, more contact, and then -

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, backing away.

You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“W-what?” you wondered, heart rate picking up.

“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t do this to you, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

You watched, frozen with shock, as he jogged down the stairs, grabbed his things from the stage, and walked out of the auditorium. You sat down on the fake stairs, numb and alone.

[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

Angles deserve to die

A/N- ahahhahaha its gone for a month author rats. I missed my page so im back and with an update on that piece i said i was going to post last august.

Summary- People would like to think of the higher beings as ethical and moral in all their actions but sometimes even they get bored. Yoongi is assigned a task by the overlord to see how far love could push a mortal. Jimin is tasked the same by the “good” side to see if love can save the souls of those vulnerable. What happens when you’re caught in the crossfires of a cosmic bet.

Word count- 2.8k 

Warnings- Since it is based on a higher being religion is under defamation and question.

Namjoon sat babysitting a drink next to the lord of the underworld. “I don’t get what you’re getting at Jungkook. Why should we care about the mortals and their thoughts. Our job is to get them to believe what they have and then let them wander around till they disappear.” 

“That’s so boring though.” the god groaned chugging the rest of his drink. “All I’m saying is that we’ve been doing this for them for the past hundred thousand years and I’m bored out of my mind.”  

“You’re bored out of your mind. You get the interesting souls. I have to talk to the “good” people. Do you know how many different types of gods I have to pose as so they don’t freak out.” he swirled the liquid inside the cup.

“You choose to do them. When we were choosing what we’d do your words were,” Jungkook began to laugh. The small room was dark and gloomy only filled by the two of them and a maiden who came and occasionally refilled their glasses. It was warm and dry inside making it uncomfortable but the two had gotten use to it as the year melted together.

“Don’t say it” the god warned

“ ‘I believe that these savages can be good and therefore I want to lead their souls into a better place’” he imitated his partner in the afterlife scam “Well look how that turned out. You still get shitty people but they pretend to be better than the ones you send “down under”.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes “What’s with that right? I mean who thought of one, the word hell and two, that it would be down. You literally work ten miles away from me.”

“Stupid humans I guess.” his hand shoot up beckoning for the maiden who appeared next to him within seconds. “Yes dear can I get another one of these please with an extra shot of vodka” his head turned away from the servant  “So back to what I was saying oh heavenly one. As I was “punishing” my run of the mill serial killers, as one does. I thought. ‘Now why do these humans love to hurt each other?’ Me being a god and all, determined quickly that it was emotion.” 

“And?” he rolled his eyes listening to the devil himself.

“What if we sent one of your angels and one of my demons to try and see what would happen.” 

“How would that work the human would have two people pressuring it and we wouldn’t be able to see the results clearly.”

“What if we sent them in disguise as one of them and see who the human chooses emotionally and how far it would go.”

Namjoon finished his drink thinking the proposal through. It had been years since he visited the mortal world and seeing clones of the same personality pass through his office was getting boring. “We need to set goals and a prize.” The devil's eyes lit up with excitement Joon had only seen when he realised his first plague.

“My goal is for the human to kill itself.” he responded

Namjoon choked on air as he heard Jungkook’s suggestion. “That seems awfully cruel.”

“I am satan no?” he joked “It doesn’t matter if your sides gonna win right?” 

Again “the savior” of humanity looked for the answers in the room eyes blanking on a wall. “Fine but my goal is the same. The human must end it’s own life in a selfless way.”

“Oh that’s interesting Namjoon.” his head raised at the use of his real name.

“Yes Jungkook it is, but this is an interesting game we’re playing.” he replied with the use of his  real name. There names were used mostly by their own angels and demons but rarely between the two “If I win we get to switch positions for the next millenia.”

“And if I win you have to do both jobs for the next century and I live a life amongst the people showing them what bad really is.” he extended his hand. Namjoon grabbed it feeling a slight burn on impact. 

“Deal.”

Yoongi’s eyes opened and he groaned. “So we’re doing this again.” he asked himself at the realization he was still alive or better phrased not alive but still working. He stood up in the overly large dimly lit room walking over to the closet to start his daily routine. Everyday he followed the same actions. Closet, clothes, brushing his teeth, and going to the court to hear whatever sob stories his clients had. One would assume that a demon in charge of the highest cases in the land of the heartless would have an exciting life but after  tens of thousands of years it became a bit tedious. He put on a white tee shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. To call it business casual he threw on a plane black blazer. Looking in the mirror he checked his figure giving himself a smile. He walked closer to the mirror examining his black hair patting down a couple fly aways. His eyes were cold and dead. Perfect for his profession. He stepped back looking at himself one last time before opening the door and saying goodbye to his penthouse apartment in the nicest district of the bad side. 

The elevator as always remained pack for all seventy levels stopping at every other floor. It was quite fitting to what was called hell in the mortal world. Finally at the lobby he walked out of the building into the cloudy atmosphere. His car was parked in a no parking zone and ten tickets stuck out of his window wipers that he had never bothered to take out. He smiled at the sight of a boot on his black luxury vehicle. His favorite hobby was seeing how angry the meter maid would get watching him zap off the boot and burn the tickets. He was waiting for there to be fifteen tickets so he could beat his record. He stepped into the small sleek car and like every morning rode in silence to the office.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open a small smile already present on his soft face. He stood up slightly yawning slipping his feet into the slippers that found a home beside his king size bed. He walked through his large bedroom to the closet. The room was bright due to thee light coming in from the open window. Everyday Jimin did the same thing enjoying the routine it gave him. “Hey baby can you get me a cup of coffee?” he asked his “girlfriend” grabbing a button up white shirt out of the full closet. 

“Sure thing.” she responded from another part of the house. He walked into the bathroom examining his face. For an angel he fit the description, a clear skin smile reflecting back. His hair was a platinum blonde almost gray shade which matched his outfit. Although loving the style of white he wore a dark metal watch on his wrist and a black necklace. He checked his figure smiling and leaving his all white bathroom. 

“Here’s your coffee dear.” A tall woman stood in front of him handing him a to go cup. In the “next world” as the highest liked to call it,  there was no such thing as love. “Girlfriend” was a term coined by the demons which slowly traveled to the good side for a companion. Although there were no genders in the next world the beings could choose what they presented as and most of the time it was a mortal form some resembling women and other men and some just balls of light. A “girlfriend” here just meant a companion to give support. 

“Thank you.” he gave her a small peck and left the townhouse he owned in the best district of the good side. What Jimin did was different than most angels. Most were tasked to help the souls fade and give them hope while his was to defend the good side from the souls trying to get in. It was a stressful job but it kept him busy. He walked to his white car. The vehicle shined brightly in the sun parked neatly in front of his house. He drove to the office with the windows open letting the air flow through.

“Min Yoongi?” his office telephone paged. He groaned looking at the old fashioned piece of technology, now only used in his profession. His hand slowly raised pressing the intercom button. 

“Yes?” he asked annoyed.

“Sir, the CEO seeks your presence upstairs.” he threw his head back at the static sound that now filled his office.

“Tell him I’ll be up.” 

It wasn’t a bad day but he hated meeting with his boss. His position was the highest next to the CEO meaning he didn’t interact with anyone except his clients, secretary, and occasionally his doorman and he loved it that way. He let out a loud groan walking outside his office and to the elevator. He got inside the cabin pressing level one hundred. As he passed each floor he pressed the numbers making it so by the time he got to his floor the elevator would stop at every level. 

The doors opened to the dry and hot office of the CEO. He strolled out of the elevator clearly unamused by being called here.

“Yoongi what a pleasure to see you again.” Jungkook smiled sitting behind his desk in the almost dark office. All the blinds were down and the room was empty except for the servant he always had on hand for drinks. 

“What do you want?” he asked tired already of the interaction. 

“Do want anything to drink?” the god asked

“No.” he responded 

“I don’t know why I love my alcohol so much. To us highers it has no effect but I guess I’ve always loved the burn.” he let out a dry laugh. 

“So why did you call me up here satan.” he stated blandly

“I hate that name. Where do they come up with these names?” he took a long sip from his glass before placing it down and changing his demeanor. “I have a job for you.”

Jimin smiled at his client giving her a box of tissues. “Yes, I know this must be a lot for you honey. You made it! You’re on the goodside. Why don’t you go with Jan and she’ll explain this all to you.” 

The soul nodded her head and walked out with the assistant selected for her case. Jimin let out a sigh of relief as his first case of the day walked out. 

“Park Jimin?” he heard is telecom go off. He pressed the button to speak.

“Yes?” he responded

“The CEO needs you.” 

“Thank you for telling me.” he stood up and walked to the elevator pressing the up button. He looked over at his secretary.

“Did he mention what he needs me for?” he asked her kindly

“No sir. He just said he needed to see you.” she smiled at him.

“Oh that’s unfortunate. The weathers been quite nice lately hasn’t it.” he politely conversed with her. 

“Yes, the light has been shining lately. I heard it’s cloudy on the other side though.” she added

“What a shame. I hope it gets brighter.” the elevator opened “Well I’ll be back soon hopefully.” he waved while pressing the hundredth floor.

The doors opened into the bright room surrounded by windows and chairs. The god stood looking out of one of the farther one. The windows gave a perfect view onto the bustling city of the good side. Cars drove through the streets and angels walked on the sidewalks. The god wasn’t looking at the city though. He looked beyond it to the fields of grasing souls waiting to fade away. 

“Hi Namjoon what can I do for you?” he asked walking to stand beside him 

“I have a job for you.” he sighed still looking forward.

 “I’m sorry what do you want me to do JK?” he asked now more interested than he had been before. Jungkook slide the file across his desk to the side of the chair yoongi was sitting in. 

“Here’s her case buddy. (y/n) she was especially chosen by me and mr. sunshine.” 

Yoongi sat up to grab the manilla folder. He looked at the picture of the mortal girl and began to read her file. “What about her though? She seems pretty average to me.” he continued to scan the transcript.

“You see I knew you were the man for the job. Ms. (y/l/n) is a perfect example of a decent human being, she isn't good but she isn’t bad. She would get into the other side but she wouldn’t become an angel. She’s the perfect example of a vulnerable soul.” 

“I still don’t get why you want me to seduce her into being bad.” he asked closing the file and sliding it back.

“I don’t want you to make her bad. I just want you to make her lose herself. Drive her insane make her you know?” he elaborated overcome with joy.

“No Jungkook I don’t know.” the demon responded the red in his eyes flaring up for the first time in months.

“To end it all. I want you to make an example of her. If you can get her to go insane then I’ll win my bet.” he stated smiling and leaning back into his chair.

“You’re doing this as a bet. That seems especially cruel even for you.” Yoongi cracked a smile starting to get convinced.

“I mean I’m sure it’ll be fun for you too. You’ll get a break from routine and free reign on a mortal. All I need you to do is to take her life and what she knows and flip it upside down, make her emotions overcome her and lead her to dumb descisions. If you think seducing her will do it than go ahead.” 

“Fine. I’ll do it.” he sighed standing up.

“This seems like a bad idea.” Jimin pleaded to his superior.

“I know but if I don’t win then they will and that’s worse.” 

“Why would you make a wager like this.” the angel pleaded feeling defeated knowing he would have to go through with it. He was looking through the file. “She’s so average. She doesn’t deserve this. She would be a normal soul on this side. What if I can’t convince her and the other side wins?” he was rambling but surprisingly at a loose for words in his mind 

“I don’t know Jimin but I trust that you’ll be able to sway her in the right direction.”

“I still don’t understand what I need to do.” he ruffled through the papers in the file.

“You need to find this girl and get her to change and,” he paused disappointed in his part of the deal. “ give the ultimate sacrifice for another.”

Jimin’s head shot up “The what?” he was in denial “You want me to get her to kill herself for someone else how is that...I don’t.” he couldn’t bring the words in his mind to come out.

“I know but in a selfless way. Like a mother dying for her child or a firefighter saving a person from a fire.” the god walked away from the windows and sat down at his desk.

“I can’t do this.” Jimin threw the file up in the air, letting the papers fall around him.

“You have too.” Namjoon stated giving him the watch. Every angel knew of the watch but very few ever saw it. The small timepiece allowed for highers such as angels, demons, and gods to visit the mortal world. He took the time piece and left the office.

Yoongi stood in his empty apartment packing a suitcase filling it with his most casual clothes. He looked back into the home and twisted the watch's dial transporting him to the mortal world. 

Jimin went home and packed a bag filled with his clothes. He forgot about his “girlfriend” until she stopped him at the door. At almost all times angels were expected to be kind beings above drama and emotions but this was a rare occasion. “Get out of my home. I won’t be back for awhile and I thought the new trend of companionship would be for me but it wasn’t so I expect you to be gone.” he moved her aside and left his home. On his porch he turned the dial on the watch transporting him to the mortal realm.

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 15

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.2k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. not a lot. and not super explicit, but just a fair warning.

- this is mostly about Liv and Harry. I hope you still enjoy.

-is this story getting boring? i really really need to know!

- thank you so much for all the asks i get. you guys make me so happy. i cant even explain. thank you forever. i love you!!!

-tbh idk what i think of this chapter meh im not super proud i admit :X

-please, message me, give me feedbacks, it would mean sooo much to me!

Chapter 15 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed and reached out to find Niall but groaned when I realized I was alone. I didn't remember him trying to wake me up by shaking me or threatening me to do something embarrassing and I ended up thinking I must really have been out of it.

i tried to remember the whole conversation I had with Niall the night before and I shook my head with a sigh, my eyes still closed. I was an idiot. He looked good, he was sweet, and I had been so close to kiss him. That would have been an extremely stupid move. Not only would it ruin our friendship, but just a few hours before that, I was kissing Harry. It was a miracle I had initiated a first kiss, it would have been insane to think I could initiate a second one on the exact same night.

I rolled on myself, ending up in the middle of the bed, on my back, and my eyes fluttered open. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and finally forced myself out of bed. I was impatient to see Niall but nervous to see Harry. What were we supposed to tell each other? What did that kiss mean anyway? What was the next step? Knowing Harry, these were all useless questions. He was laid-back and never really bothered with labels. I was the total opposite. Everything was so much better when it was clear and said. Still, I didn't want to rush anything and I had no intention to have that kind of serious conversation with him 12 hours after our first kiss.

I took a quick shower and dressed up before brushing my teeth and rushing downstairs. The house was extremely quiet and I frowned, looking through every open door to find someone. I ended up in the kitchen and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Harry making food.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a frown, my lips curled into a smile. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh shit, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," he let out as toasts popped out of the toaster. "I guess it's ruined."

I raised my eyebrows and chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, I apologize."

"No, no!" he argued, shaking his head. "Should have worked a bit faster."

I watched him run around for a few more seconds and he finally put a full plate on the table, placing a very similar one right in front. I took a step closer as he showed me the chair with his hand. We both sat down and I leaned my chin on my hand, my elbow on the table.

"Are you trying to impress me with your cooking skills?" I asked with a smirk.

"Maybe, is it working?" he answered, his lips curling more.

"Maybe."

We started eating and I noticed how we kept glancing at each other. The nervousness I had felt earlier was gone but the thumping of my heart against my rib cage was still present. Perhaps I liked Harry more than I thought.

"So, why are we alone?" I asked after a few minutes of silence, looking up at him.

He did the same and chuckled, leaning against his chair and taking a sip of coffee.

"I sort of asked Niall to take everyone to the beach?" he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

He looked embarrassed and I liked it. I nodded slowly and tried to restrain a chuckle. I didn't even want to know how Niall reacted. I was a bit lost at the way he was acting recently. Sometimes, I felt like he wanted Harry and I to finally be together but some other times, I could swear he still thought Harry would break my heart. Either way, he was respecting his promise to not come between whatever Harry and I had and I was grateful for that.

"And besides breakfast in bed, what else did you have in mind?" I asked curiously, staring at him. "Or maybe you thought we'd stay in bed?"

This time, he laughed and I joined him. He pushed his plate away and took the last sip of his coffee before diving his gaze in mine again.

"Are you trying to get in my pants?"

I didn't answer but laughed and rolled my eyes. The truth was, I wouldn't be against some action. It's been so long since I felt someone's hands on me it was driving me insane. When we had kissed the night before, I could have sworn it had made my whole body throb. It anticipated what could happen and I felt like I disappointed it by not going further. Is that even possible? To disappoint your own body and mind?

"When's the last time you had sex, Harry?" I asked daringly, raising my eyebrows.

My questions surprised it at first and his eyes got bigger but after a few seconds, his lips curled again and he laughed.

"You're really one of a kind." he pointed out, licking his lips. "I don't know, I'm pretty sure I met someone when the tour started?"

I thought he knew how straight forward I was by then but apparently, I could still startle him. Even Niall was surprised by my behavior sometimes, so I didn't think anything bad of it.

"Are you trying to tell me you didn't get into anyone's pants since the tour started?"

"I wanted to but every time I could have, I preferred to stay at the hotel or in the tour bus with a cute brunette who chokes on jello."

"I'm never gonna get out of this one, will I?"

He laughed again and shook his head, moving closer to the table and intertwining his fingers, his hands on the table.

"No, you won't." he pointed out. "You want to know why?"

Every time Harry talked, I was curious to find out what he was going to say next. He knew how to make me smile, he knew how to make me melt, and with an other glance at his hands, I was pretty sure he knew how to make me cum.

"Why?" I wondered, raising my eyebrows as I tried to stop thinking about specific parts of his body.

"Because that's when I realized how much I liked you." he explained, the right corner of his lips curling fondly. "I mean I knew I liked you, I knew I wanted to kiss you, but on that night?" He shrugged. "I don't know, I realized it was more than a stupid little crush. It was more than infatuation. It was stronger."

The traits of my face softened quickly at his words. I was not even sure I deserved this, I was not sure I deserved him, and I felt extremely selfish because I knew I was going to go for it even if my mind was telling me not to. I was going to spend time with Harry, get to know him even better, and maybe even go further.

"You know exactly what to say and when to say it." I just pointed out in a whisper. "Maybe we should go in bed right now."

This time, a loud laughter boomed out of him and the way he closed his eyes was endearing. I stared at the cute crinkles on the corners of his eyes and my gaze traveled down to his perfect lips and straight teeth. Why did a guy so fucking perfect had feelings for someone plain and boring like me? I knew physical appearance was not a criteria, or at least I knew it was less and less important the older you get, but someone like Harry could get anyone. I was pretty sure there were many girls out there who would be a thousand times prettier, smarter and funnier. There were a thousand girls out there who had an amazing personality along with a perfect body. Why was Harry losing his time on me?

"We should go to the lake instead, what do you think?"

I chuckled and nodded, grabbing my mug and taking a sip of my cold coffee to hide the redness of my cheeks.

"Why did you ask me about the last time I had sex?" he questioned after a while. "Are you scared I cheated on you?"

I rolled my eyes again but shook my head.

"No, silly. Even if you had, it clearly wouldn't be cheating." I explained with a shrug. "I just asked because I haven't had sex in so long I can't remember when it happened last."

"That's... impossible. And sad. I mean, how can you not remember?"

If I racked my brain, I thought it was probably with the last person I dated but I just grimaced and shrugged again. It was not worth trying to remember, I was sure about it.

"Maybe I just don't want to."

"I can definitely understand that." He chuckled and nodded. "Okay, go get prepared, I'll clean a bit and we can leave."

He got up and I did the same quickly, walking to him and putting my hands on his shoulders. He had our two plates in hands and I just got on my tiptoes again to kiss him. I didn't make the kiss grow but I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of his lips against mine.

"Unfair." he breathed when I moved back from a few inches. "You did that when both my hands were busy."

I laughed and moved back down on my feet, raising my nose a bit.

"You can use your hands later, Harry."

                                                         ---

I dropped my stuff on the dark sand, putting my phone on my towel and letting my eyes roam on the lake as soon as we got there. Harry stood next to me but quickly took his shirt off, sending me an amused smile. I tried to keep my eyes up into his but ended up glancing down at his chest, making him laugh.

"It's a bit unfair, you know?" he asked jokingly with an other chuckle. "You keep this shirt on but I'm dying to see you without it."

I felt both my cheeks turn a soft shade of red and cleared my throat looking away. I was so insecure about my body that even being in a swimsuit bothered me, and somehow, I was sure he could tell. We both knew I was nothing like the girls he usually hangs out with, even less the girls he dates, and i tried to push away the thought that crawled evilly in my head. What if this was all a big fat joke? Or worse, what if he pitied me enough to give me that kind of attention, at least for a while?

"Are you scared of what i'll think of you?" he asked with a small frown, looking concerned. "Because you really don't have to."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, taking a step closer to the lake until my toes were in the water. How could I explain this to him without sounding desperate for compliments?

"All the girls here look amazing, I mean, have you seen Maya?" I just asked rhetorically, raising my eyebrows but still avoiding his gaze. "All the girls you've been with are models, Harry. I'm not stupid and I read gossips."

We remained silent for a few minutes and i held my breath when I saw him move from the corner of my eyes. He stopped behind me and he was so close I could feel the warmth of his body on mine, making my heartbeats accelerate. Gently, he brought his hands to my shoulders and lets his fingertips brush on the skin of my arms. I felt goosebumps appear on my skin but tried to remain motionless. One of his hands moved back slowly, pushing  my hair over one of my shoulders and I felt his breath on my neck.

"You don't have to take it off if you don't want to." he whispered, his lips barely touching my neck. "But I promise I love all of you."

I knew the word was random but I felt my whole body stiffen when he said 'love'. We were far from reaching that stage but I just kept quiet and licked my lips, keeping my bottom one between my teeth. He trailed kisses on my neck and my eyes fluttered close as I tilted my head to give him better access. I hadn't been touched in so long, whether it was sexually or romantically, and I was craving his touch more than I wanted to admit.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." he breathed close to my ear again.

I nodded and felt his arms wrap loosely around me. I sucked my belly in when his hands slipped under my shirt and all I could think about was that he was used to flat stomachs and firm bodies. When was the last time I actually exercised? Months ago, probably?

"Please, relax." he let out in a murmur. "You're perfect."

I felt his hands move up again and reach my breasts, bringing an intense throbbing between my legs. It was sad but I could already feel myself get excited and I cursed at myself mentally for that while I shut my eyes tighter.

"Do you know how many times I thought about touching you?"

His voice was slightly huskier and my lips parted at the sound. I didn't know where to focus anymore and when he reached up for the straps of my bathing suit, I knew I was fucked.

"You're not gonna fuck me here, Harry, are you?"

He chuckled low and I felt him shake his head.

"No, I just want to touch you."

I felt his fingertips run on my breasts and stop on my nipples and he took a step closer. He was so close I could feel his half-hard cock rub slightly and gently against my ass and it made me swallow hard. I hadn't touched myself since... since Niall caught me. My eyes opened suddenly and I glanced at my phone, moving slightly in Harry's arms.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as his hands stopped moving over me.

I tried not to think about my best friend and I finally turned around, feeling his hands slip out of my shirt. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and took a step back, sending him a smile.

"I think we should swim a bit."

He sent me an amused smile and shook his head as I chuckled.

"You're rare, Olivia." he let out loud enough to be sure i'd hear. "You know that, right?"

I laughed again and shrugged, turning around and getting completely in the water, immersing my head for a few seconds as I tried to calm the beatings of my heart. I liked Harry, then why did I always end up thinking about Niall? After all, I stood no chance with him while Harry was ready to let me in and give me a chance. A chance I was not sure I deserved.

When I got my head out to get air, I noticed Harry very close to me. He smiled at me fondly and pulled me closer. I expected the kiss as his warm lips pressed on mine and slowly, I brought my arms around his neck and felt his hands on my back, over my shirt.

"You know that half my bathing suit is just... hanging down." I pointed out as I laughed against his mouth. "Fortunately, I have a shirt."

"Or unfortunately, depends who you ask." he replied as we both laughed. "You can always just take it off. Ever been skinny dipping?"

I moved my face away slightly and shook my head.

"No!" I let out a bit too loud. "You remember we kissed for the first time yesterday, right?"

He sent me a smirk and shrugged.

"Would you rather take your time?"

My smile faltered a bit and finally turned into a loving one. I licked my lips and brought them back on his, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. I could feel his wet hair tickle my shoulders and neck and I loved it.

"No." I admitted in a whisper after a few more kisses. "In fact, I want all this to go quicker."

He laughed a bit against my mouth and his pulled me closer, hugging me against his body.

"That can be arranged."

He brought me out of the water, still kissing me deeply, and I noticed our height difference when my feet met the sand again. i felt his lips detach from mine slowly and I groaned low, making him laugh.

"Are you always impatient like that?" he wondered, placing a towel around me , making sure it covered all of me before rubbing his hands on my arms to warm me.

"No."

My answer made his lips curl more and he held out his hand for me. I stared at it a few seconds before slipping my fingers in it. When he squeezed my hand in his and pulled on my arm to incite me to follow him, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"I'm special, then?" he questioned, glancing at me, as we walked back to the lodge.

"Perhaps."

I felt like the walk back took an eternity but when he closed the sliding door behind us, I brought my shoulders closer to my face, keeping the towel around my body. The AC was on and I shivered a few times.

"I think I'll go take a hot shower." I just said, sending him a small smile.

I left the bathroom's door open and he waited for me, sitting on the bed, as I tried to warm myself under the hot stream of water. I held myself against the wall and allowed myself to think about Niall and wondered what he was doing.

I got out and looked at the clothes I brought with me intensely and for a while. I was torn between dressing up completely or partially and I could feel my heartbeats throb all over my body. I was nervous and scared but I wanted this and I knew I would regret it if I didn't do it. There was nothing worse than regretting not doing something. I decided to just wear my panties and a dry shirt and breathed in deeply before getting back in the room. Harry looked up and his lips curled immediately at my sight. I liked the feeling and I took a few steps closer, stopping right in front of him. He looked up at me and we stared at each other for a few seconds.

"You have no idea how bad I wanted to join you."

His words made me smile and slowly, I put one of my knees on the bed next to his thigh before doing the same with the other, straddling him. I brought my hands up to cup his face and kissed him deeply. I felt his fingers graze my naked thighs and whimpered low in his mouth.

"I wouldn't have minded." I confessed in a breath, letting one of my hands slip in his hair.

He tasted just as good as the day before and his lips were sweet, the taste of caramel still lingering on his tongue, and I ended up thinking that I would be fine with tasting this all my life. The thought scared me and excited me at the same time, making my heart jump so high in my chest that I felt it in my throat.

I gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head with difficulty. I thought it would make him laugh but he looked up at me and his eyes roamed on my face. I felt slightly anxious but I didn't move as I watched his lips part slightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked softly, placing his warm palms on my thighs. "We can wait you know, as long as you want."

"I really don't want to wait." I said without hesitation, feeling my heart beat harder.

My heart swelled and I had to swallow the lump in my throat when his hands reached for the bottom of my shirt. I tried to concentrate on the skin of his chest and the form of his tattoos but all i could think about was his hands bringing my shirt up slowly and the way his impatient eyes ran on me. My shirt ended up on the floor and I held my breath again when his hands brushed slowly on my sides.

"Fuck."

He pushed my hair gently over my shoulders and let his hands travel down to my breasts again.

"Why didn't we do this before?" he whispered mostly to himself.

My lips curled a bit on the left, remembering that I had asked myself the same question when we had kissed the night before. After all, I had the right to be happy, didn't I? And trying to make things work with Harry was a step closer to my happiness, or at least, something that seemed pretty close to that. 

I bent down to kiss him again and he immediately parted my lips to kiss me deeper. He pulled me closer and turned us around as I chuckled again his lips and ended up under him, spreading my legs to give him more space. I could feel him getting harder as I moaned in his mouth and his lips ran down my neck, making me shut my eyes tight as he ground down on me, noticing just then that he had changed his wet bathing suit for a pair of dry shorts. There was nothing I wanted more at this exact moment than for him to take them off but I gripped the sheets on the bed with one hand while the other slipped in his hair again.

I felt both his hands slip down my waist as two fingers moved on the sides of my panties, pulling them down so slowly I thought it would never end. He moved up on his knees, his body still close to mine, and I pushed my panties away with my feet as he laughed against my mouth, probably at how impatient I was.

"We have all day, no rush." he pointed out, grabbing my upper lip between his and sucking gently on it while his hand slipped between my legs.

"Oh. Oh god."

I shut my eyes tight and arched my back despite myself as two of his fingers slipped on my slit before sliding inside me. My grip on his hair tightened and I bucked my hips in an attempt to feel his fingers deeper.

"It's been way too long." I repeated again.

My eyes shot open and I held my breath when his thumb rubbed on my clit a few times. I knew he could read how desperate I was just by looking in my eyes but he didn't smirk. He just looked at me as his fingers slipped in and out of me, slowly at first and quicker after a while, his thumb still brushing skillfully on my clit, not skipping a beat.

"Harry, if you don't stop i'm gonna..."

"Don't hold it."

I felt a rush to my brain as an orgasm hit me hard, shaking my body beneath him. I would feel embarrassed to reach my high so quickly if I wasn't busy enjoying the incredible feeling invading my whole body. I kept my eyes closed but felt my pupil flutter behind my eyelids as a comfortable warmth spread all over my body.

His lips reached mine again and i smiled, kissing him back. I thought he would want to keep going but he finally moved away and sent me a fond smile, brushing his nose a few times against mine, giving me an eskimo kiss.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, sitting up and passing his hand in his hair. "I could use a snack."

I looked at him with surprise as he bent down to grab something on the floor and hand it to me, holding it with two of his fingers. I smiled shyly when I noticed it was his shirt and took it. As I put it on, it reminded me that I still had some of his clothes that he let me borrow on the last day of tour and I would have to bring them back to him. This shirt, though, had no holes and it smelled like him. I fucking loved it and I felt myself blush at that thought.

"I thought you'd want to..." I didn't finish my sentence and just chuckled, shaking my head and pressing my lips together.

"I told you." he just said in a low tone, moving closer and pressing his lips firmly on mine. "We have all day."

[clownjail]

A Robot's Kokoro

A little gift for @minoux, even though her VN hasn't come out and I probably got all the characters personality wrong, I'm craving Iris content and so I had to do it myself 😤😤

Pairing(s): Iris x Asuka

Word Count: 1, 728

Trigger Warning: None!

The winter was always tough during this time of year, Asuka knew that more than anyone, working in the hospital had its fair share of ups and downs, there were times she couldn’t even leave her office till the next day. Though it was chaotic at times, she didn’t mind it, not like she had anything going on in her personal life...or she thought.

“Wait, what!? I don’t understand…” Asuka looked at the AI in front of her, astonished that she even brought it up, fully knowing the circumstances that is going on in her workplace. 

“What is not to understand? I want you to be at my next concert.” Iris calmly said. Asuka heaved a heavy sigh, she knew that Iris wasn’t asking for much, and if she really didn’t want to go she could always say no and Iris would understand but that was thing, she wanted to go. They hadn’t had a moment of peace together since the holiday season started, Asuka was booked with work and Iris had several concerts and meet ups that she was scheduled to go, and even if this moment of peace was filled with screaming eleven year old boys in the crowd, she really just wanted to spend time with her.  

But on the other hand, what will happen if she missed a day off work? The seniors there are pretty ruthless and would never let her hear the end of it, they would probably make her do even more work than she already has…

“While I’m flattered that you’re inviting me, I don’t have tickets to go, and besides my schedule is already packed” Asuka explained. Iris stared at her blankly, though her expression was hard to understand what she was thinking at times, Asuka trusted that Iris  understood what she was trying to say.

“Ah I see, I thought you would say that...ah yes, I still have it...” Iris mumbled under her breath,  as she was digging through her purse. Asuka raised her eyebrows at the sight, wondering what her AI girlfriend was doing. 

“Here you go, now you don’t have an excuse not to go” Iris said as she handed a VIP ticket to Asuka. Asuka stared at the VIP ticket in her hand, completely dumbfounded, and also a little bit flustered.

“H-how did you get this!? I thought they were all sold out already?” Asuka choked out, not knowing the right words or what to say, she never thought she would ever get the chance to touch -let alone see- a VIP ticket yet here it was, and it was for Iris concert nonetheless. Then again it could be the perks of dating an idol who knows their way around the industry. 

“Well it is my concert after all silly human” Asuka blushed at Iris accidental teasing, knowing full well it was a dumb question to ask. 

“But I still have to go to...wait, where are you going?!” Looking away from her VIP ticket for the first time, she saw Iris was already headed out the door but before she left, Iris turned her head around.

“I’ll see you in the concert then” 

And just like that, she gently closed the door, leaving poor Asuka alone dumbfounded and confused.

“What did I just get myself into..? Let’s just hope my boss will understand....”

~~~~

“This was definitely a mistake…” Asuka thought to herself bitterly, standing inside the backstage room. She somehow managed to convince her boss to give her the day off by pretending to be sick, but now that she was here, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. What if they somehow found out she was lying? What if the seniors at her workplace see her at the concert? They’ll probably never let her hear the end of it…

“Ah you came, I’m glad” Iris interrupted her thoughts, Asuka mentally thanked her for that. 

“Are you alright? You look quite squeamish” Iris asked, noting how nervous Asuka looked. Asuka flushed d at her comment, was she really that obvious? She hoped that Iris couldn’t tell what was wrong, she was a programmed AI so why would she? 

“I-im alright!! Really, you don’t need to baby me!” Asuka snapped out of embarrassment, Iris however didn’t seem to notice. Not taking the hint, Iris comes closer to her, the nose were basically touching each other, there was no leftover space between them.

“Are you sure? Your heart is beating faster than a normal human rate, and besides, your face is so red, that usually doesn’t happen unless they’re embarrassed or lying...are you lying to me?” 

“I-i…”  Asuka choked out, she was a stuttering mess, not knowing what to say. Iris blue dull eyes were staring right at her and Asuka didn’t know how to feel or what to do, all she could do is just stare at her and nod. 

“Iris your up!” Before Iris could say anything else, and before Asuka could die inside a bit more, her manager luckily swooped in before things could go further. Iris backed away and nodded at her manager, giving Asuka time to breath and comprehend what had just happened.

Before she left however, Iris walked up to Asuka, this time not as close, crouched down just a bit and gave her a sweet cold kiss on the cheek. After what happened Asuka was prepared for anything to happen but she will be lying if she said was anticipating a kiss on the cheek, maybe a hug but not that!

“W-what did you do that for dummy!!” Asuka snapped again in embarrassment, holding her cheek that Iris kissed, so that Iris couldn’t see she was blushing. 

“Hm is it not natural to kiss someone on the cheek for good luck,? I thought that was common among humans”

“Yeah but I kiss your cheek for good luck, not the other way around!!”

“I see, will then you care to kiss my cheek for good luck then?” 

“Iris you need to get going!” Her manager snapped, interrupting the banter between the two, Asuka was grateful for that. Iris nodded and out the door they went, leaving a very flustered Asuka by herself.

~~~

The concert was a big success to no one’s surprise, but even so Asuka was happy for her, and so she suggested they celebrate her success.

“I don’t know why we are here” Iris said.

“We are here to celebrate obviously!” Asuka replied happily, as she played with the cats.

“I didn’t know celebrating meant going to a cat cafe” Iris dryly replied, petting the numerous cats that were coming to her. Asuka rolled her eyes, there wasn’t a lot of places they could go without being spotted, besides going to a normal cafe, Asuka would imagine Iris would get bored of it since she can’t drink or eat so a cat cafe was the obvious best choice. Asuka could eat and drink as much as she likes and Iris can entertain herself with the kitties, a perfect solution.

Just as Asuka was going to say something, someone somehow noticed Iris, who was dressed in her everyday clothing, and one thing lead to another and now they were swamped in a crowd of fans. Asuka sighed, standing away from the crowd far as possible, as Iris waved and smiled, just her luck, the one moment of peace they had together privately was ruined.

“Asuka, is that you! Aren’t you supposed to be sick?!” In the crowd of screaming fanboys, there was one in particular that stood out from the rest and that just so happens to be her boss. All the colors of her skin, left her ghostly white as she saw him marching toward her, there was a thousands of excuses that popped up in her head yet not one of them stuck.

“Boss, what are you doing here!” Trying to switch the topic away from her, Asuka switched it back at him. Boss lowly growled at him, clearly amused with her silly attempts to save herself from a lecture and a possibly fired.

“Wait I can explain..!” 

“Sure you can, after I’m-”

“Is there a problem here sir?” Iris interrupted, successfully getting away from the crowd.

“This doesn’t  involve you lady, -oh my god it’s you! Iris, can I get your autograph! I’m so sorry for disrespecting you my queen, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” Asuka looked absolutely shocked at the man in front of her, was this really the same guy as her strict boss? Iris didn’t pay him any mind, and just kept nodding along, clearly not paying attention to his useless rambling.

“Thank you for your support and now if you excuse me, we have a date to continue and I hope in the future there will be no trouble” Asuka snapped her head at Iris direction, glaring at her, she just can’t be going around telling people about their relationship!

“..A-ah yes very well! Have a good day to both of you!!” Asuka could tell he was startled by her confession but didn’t bring it up. After he left, Asuka couldn’t mask her frustrations and continued to glare at Iris.

“Why do you look so upset?”

“Because maybe it has to do with you airing our relationship like that! You’re lucky the press wasn’t here but who knows if he was going to tell them and the people at my work will never let me hear the end of it-”

“It’s not like the press are going to believe him without some type of evidence. Besides the majority of the people you work with are old, so it’s not like they know who he’s talking about. They’ll probably think he’s delusional.” 

Asuka sighed, she knows she’s right but she couldn’t help but still jump to the worst case scenario.

“If that doesn’t stop them then I will take care of it, so don’t worry” Iris flashed a small smile at Asuka direction and then continued to play with the cats. Asuka rolled her eyes but didn’t push it any further, she had a gut feeling in mind that she didn’t want to know, what Iris meant by that.

“Whatever floats your boat Iris…”

“But I don’t have a boat to float on? Or is that another of your weird human ways of speaking?”

“No, it’s-, ah nevermind! Just eat your food...!"

"But-"

"Shut up!!"

[emybain]

can you do some with nova and adrian in the house with hugh & simon like in archenemies

soo...I tried. im terrible at writing adults for whatever reason. also, im sorry bc I used this as self indulgence and basically continued a previous tiny group of fics that I plan to keep adding on to

anyway, this is nodrian house hunting, basically. that's it. 

Nova’s hands curled tighter around her mug as thunder and lightning disrupted the steady downfall of rain. She shifted closer to Adrian underneath the blanket they were sharing to get a better look at the new image he pulled up on his tablet.

    “Two bedroom, one bathroom,” he read off, scrolling down to look at the description of the apartment. “Sun filled updated condo in a great location...completely renovated kitchen...front porch and fenced in back patio…” He nodded, lips pursed.

    Nova sipped her tea, enjoying its warmth. “Square footage?”

    “Just over one thousand.” Adrian scrolled back up to the pictures included with the condo. Nova nearly choked on her drink.

    “Great skies, Adrian. You said you were looking for an apartment, not a house.”

    Adrian began swiping through the photos. “This is a condo, Nova. It’s just the first floor, not both.”

    “Well, they’re charging quite a bit for just the first floor.” Nova leaned in front of her to set the mug down on the coffee table.

They were sitting in the living area of Adrian’s home, looking for a place for Adrian to call his own due to the many circumstances including privacy. When Adrian had first mentioned house hunting after he returned from his Africa trip, they had planned on meeting at Nova’s place to keep away from the prying eyes of Simon and Hugh, Adrian’s nosy dads. However, they hadn’t planned on the heating system to stop working throughout the entire apartment complex during a week of storms, so they agreed to just meet at Adrian’s house and keep it low key. Lucky for them, Simon and Hugh had been gone for the better part of the day, running errands and working with other Renegades to rebuild the system. Neither of them held the knowledge that their former worst enemy and current girlfriend of their son was cuddled up next to him on their couch in the middle of their living room, doing the most domestic thing on the planet. Max, who was just in the early stages of his teen years, was locked away in his room with his video games. He had been in the living area when Nova came over, but immediately fled to the safety of his bedroom to ‘avoid gross couple-y things’.

“I don’t mind going a little over budget.” Adrian shrugged nonchalantly. “The kitchen is actually really nice for a condo. Lots of light. New appliances. I think this is in one of those old neighborhoods that they’re trying to bring back to life.”

Nova raised an eyebrow. “A little over budget is a few thousand. Your price ranger is under one-fifty. This is almost three hundred, Adrian.”

“I’m well aware.” Adrian shot her a look, eyes glinting in amusement. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “The yard’s too small anyway.” He exited out of the condo and went back to the main list.

“Now you want a yard?” Nova shifted to face him better. The blanket twisted with her. “What are you going to do? Adopt a dog?”

“I might.” Adrian glanced at her again, this time quicker than the last.

After a few minutes of scrolling, he opened up another listing. Nova resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This one was a house. Or, as the description read, single family home. “What are you going to do with a two story house, Adrian Everhart? With three bedrooms?” Upon closer examination of the description, she blinked in confusion. “Buddy. This isn’t even in Gatlon.”

“Would you like to do the searching for me?” Adrian offered her the tablet jokingly, although she could tell he was a little miffed from the tight set of his shoulders. Nova wanted to shrink back into the blanket, but she refused to.

“I just want to know why you’re looking at places bigger and more expensive than you mentioned before. Not to mention that they don’t really look like a first home for a twenty year old planning to live by himself.”

Adrian set the tablet back down in his lap. “Maybe I don’t plan to live by myself.”

Nova gave him a long look, which he returned. “And who’s going to be living with you? Oscar and Ruby are getting married, so that rules out him. One of your old friends?”

“Well, maybe I plan to live by myself at first,” Adrian paused, “but it never hurts to be prepared for the future.” He went quiet after that and tore his eyes from Nova’s. As he returned to the main list, it struck Nova, turning her cheeks a dark color.

“Adrian-”

“Look, here’s an apartment. Two bedroom, one bathroom, in the price range and in Gatlon.”

She rested her hand on his neck, forcing him to turn his head back to face her.

“What?” He feigned being oblivious, but Nova saw through it.

“Adrian,” she started again, biting her lip. “We don’t know what’s in the future. We haven’t even been together for six months yet.”

“I don’t need six months to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Nova.”

It was Nova’s turn to fall silent. Her eyes fell to the tablet, with the apartment Adrian had pulled up. It was hideous, judging from the first photo. Definitely not Adrian’s style.

Nova couldn’t deny that she had thought of what life would be like if she and Adrian stayed together long enough to make a huge decision like moving in together. But every time that her mind brought it up, it terrified her. Almost her whole life had been spent alone, even when she lived in the subway tunnels with the Anarchists. Even now, when she had been spending the past two years surrounded by people and building relationships that had previously been made up of lies. She lived alone, she made all her own decisions, she worked independently among a group of people. The last time she hadn’t truly been alone was before her family was killed.

Sure, since she had started dating Adrian, for real, some of those things were altered. She began to be more open and friendly (because Adrian told her that she gave off a ‘I’m-better-than-everyone-else’ bitch vibe whenever she kept to herself), and she was more open to collaborating. But none of those were as big as changing her whole living situation by moving in with Adrian. Moving in with Adrian would mean exposing herself and trusting him in the rawest ways possible. Not that she didn’t already trust him. She trusted him with her life. But this was a different kind of trust, and she didn’t know if she was ready for it. For now, at least. So she told him.

“But things could change later,” Nova said quickly, upon seeing Adrian’s face fall. “And...I guess you’re right. It doesn’t hurt to prepare for the future.” To reassure him, she tilted her head up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Adrian reached for her hand, entwining their fingers together. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re not against moving in together one day?”

“I’m not saying no,” Nova corrected, although the corner of her mouth began to twitch at the change in mood.

A grin painted itself on Adrian’s face, and he leaned forward, cupping Nova’s face and pressing his lips to hers, not quite as gentle as before.

“I love you,” he murmured, tracing his thumb just underneath her ear.

“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. As Adrian slowly moved his hands to her waist to pull her into his lap, the tablet slid to the ground with a thud that neither of them heard.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other’s embrace, kissing slowly and savoring the moment, when a click came from the front of the house, followed by the sound of a door opening.

Upon hearing the voices of Adrian’s dads, calling to Adrian and Max that they were home, Nova’s eyes flung open, meeting Adrian’s panicked ones. She all but leaped from his lap, nearly falling to the ground in her struggle to unwrap her legs from where they were previously situated around his waist. Adrian reached for the fallen tablet and straightened his collar, which was slightly disturbed. Nova pushed herself to the other end of the couch, and reached up to make sure her hair wasn’t tussled.

Adrian loved playing with her hair, she had come to learn since starting their relationship. Whether it was when they were just spending time together or an hour long of kissing and cuddling, he liked to have his hands in her hair. Because of that, her hair tended to be messy after their dates. And not just unbrushed messy; it made it clearly obvious that Nova had been doing questionable things with someone. That someone being Adrian.

His dads entered the room, Hugh leading, and paused when they saw Nova sitting next to their son on the couch, both trying to keep their breathing steady. Simon was the first to break the silence with a smile.

“We didn’t know Adrian was having you over, Nova. It’s nice to see you.”

Nova managed to smile back, eyes flickering between him and Hugh. “Uh...yeah. It’s good to see you, too.”

Hugh, who remained quiet, had been wary of Nova ever since her identity had been revealed years ago. While they were on friendlier terms, he still exercised caution around her, and he still held a bit of a grudge against her for everything she did to his family. Which he was allowed to hold. Just as she was allowed to hold a grudge against him for all the times he had wronged her. Despite the fact that both parties had apologized for wrongdoings against the other. Perhaps one day, they would find a compromise that would put the past behind them. Today was not that day, for obvious reasons.

Simon cleared his throat, glancing at their set up, made of blankets, pillows, and hot drinks. It was practically screaming evidence that he and Hugh were interrupting a date. “So...what are you two up to?”

Nova exchanged a quick glance with Adrian. “Apartment hunting,” he stated plainly, holding up the tablet to show them. “I, uh, asked Nova the other day to help me out. She actually has a knack for real estate.”

Nova nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah! Who knew, right?”

“Any luck?” Hugh finally spoke, strolling over to the couch to peer over Adrian’s shoulder. Nova tensed.

“Not really.” Adrian laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and readjusting his glasses. “At least, not in the city.”

“What about the suburbs?”

“Nova doesn’t think it’s wise to buy a house at my age.” Adrian’s tone was light, meant to come across as joking, but Nova still felt a wave of guilt roll through her when Hugh’s eyes laid on her again.

“Well, it’s not like you have to listen to me,” Nova retorted, looking down. “I’m just here for suggestions.”

She nearly jumped when the couch shifted with the weight of Captain Chromium settling into it, creating a barrier between her and Adrian. Simon caught her eye as he sat down as well, although in the armchair beside the couch; his look was sympathetic. Nova tried to hide her blush.

“You see, the key to narrowing it down…” Hugh went off onto a lecture on house hunting, going full out and using his hands for emphasis. Nova watched as Adrian nodded along, clearly uncomfortable, compared to not twenty minutes before when they were snuggled up together.

“Well, I guess I should be going.” Nova stood to leave, only for Hugh to push her back down. She had to restrain from glaring at him. She was already on thin ice with this man.

“This is important for you to hear as well, Nova. You may learn a thing or two.”

The smug look Adrian gave her almost made her throw a pillow at his face, just to wipe away the smile.

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Tension-Kol Mikaelson ft. Kai Parker

//Requested: Can u do one where Kol goes back to Mystic Falls to get the reader back, and finds out from the Salvatore's that Kai has become obsessed with her? And he becomes jealous and angry, and tries to talk her into leaving with him to New Orleans? And also, Kai constantly gets in the way to try and get the reader's love. // //Requested:  can you make a imagine with a kol mikaelson jealous / possessive ? fluff or smutt , please 💜//

//Warnings: Violence, language, fluff/angst cuz im an angsty teen idk. Pairings: Kol x reader. Kai x reader Tag List @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss //

“What do you mean he’s back, Stefan?” You asked as you lounged on the couch in the Salvatore’s front room. “The whole family went back to New Orleans years ago.”

“I’m telling you, Y/N. He’s back. I saw him at the Grill this morning.” Stefan confirmed.

You groaned and threw your head back, staring at the ceiling and the Heavens above. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Part of you had always hoped Kol would come back to Mystic Falls. Part of you had always missed him. But the rest of you knew it would only be trouble. But everyone knows how much you loved him. Could you say that you were over it when you’re face to face with him? You weren’t so sure.

You let him go without question because you knew his family was important to him. They may hate each other at points but for the most part, Kol needed his siblings. They loved him. And sure, he might be willing to be selfish every now and then but he also knew he deserved to be happy. Wherever that was.

Once that pain had subsided, you did wish he would come back. You had given so much to him over the years, and when he left, he took that with him. You wished you could at least hear from him again. But now that he was back, you wished you had some warning.

In the time without Kol, you had to figure out who you were again. Being with someone so wholly, you forget who you were before them. It was scary rediscovering who you are and how you changed. Luckily, you didn’t have to do it all alone. You had the Salvatores, who were like your brothers, and surprisingly, you had Kai.

Kai Parker was a mess. He knew it. You knew it. It’d be easier to think of who didn’t know it. Upon his escape from the prison world, you ended up on babysitting duty and within that time, Kai developed a borderline obsession with you. He called you all the time, showed up on your doorstep, and just happened to be in the same place you were. It was endearing at first but then it became a bit concerning.

He admitted he was ‘intrigued’ by you and after his merge with Luke, he discovered it was more romantic than that. Admittedly, you let things with Kai play out on their own since you were too concerned with your own well-being.

A few days after Stefan’s warning, you saw him. He was as beautiful and magnetizing as ever. Luckily, he hadn’t noticed you so you were able to sneak around him to the other side of the bar at the Grill, where you were greeted by who seemed to be the only human left in Mystic Falls, Matt Donovan.

“Hey.” He smiled. “What can I get you?”

“Just a cola, please.” You smiled and he nodded before busying himself with your order.

“So, how long were you going to avoid me?” A voice said at your side and you rolled your eyes, knowing it was only a matter of time before he found you.

“Honestly Kai, I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with you right now.” You sighed as Matt placed your soda in front of you. “There’s too much going on.”

“Right... Cause Kol is back, huh?” He said plainly.

“Greetings from the dead.” Another voice interrupted and your grip on your glass tightened slightly. “So, who fancies a drink?”

“Hey, it’s alright. I don’t mind competition.” Kai said with a chuckle when you quietly sipped your soda.

“Who says it’s a competition, Mate?” Kol said with a dry chuckle. “Hello, Darling.” He directed at you when you didn’t say anything to him.

You raised your hand, two fingers slightly raised in greeting, without turning to face him. You knew if you looked into his eyes, you’d be putty in his hands, as you always had been. And of course he knew it. He placed his hands on your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. Kai jumped in before he could.

“Are we telling secrets?” Kai whispered loudly, causing you to stifle a giggle and nearly choke on your drink.

“None that concern you, thanks.” Kol said bitterly.

“Be nice, Kol.” You sighed, turning your head towards Kai, catching a glimpse of Kol out the corner of your eye. “He’s been good to me these past few weeks.”

“Really, now?” Kol laughed, taking one hand off your shoulders.

“Better than you’ve been to her.” Kai countered.

“Want to say that again?” Kol chuckled dryly.

“Gladly.” Kai shrugged with an amused smile.

“Come on, Kai.” You said, dropping a ten on the counter top and taking Kai’s hand in yours. “Kol’s just passing through anyways, right?” You glanced at Kol.

He stood at you with a clenched jaw, arms crossed over his chest. He lifted his eyebrows in challenge, as if to ask if you knew what you were doing. You shot him a wink and left with Kai.

Later that week, they both found you again. You were walking the halls of the high school, waiting for Stefan to finish football practice. Leave it to Stefan to get roped into high school antics again.

“Well, if isn’t my favorite vampire.” Kai said with a smile.

“Why am I not surprised?” You sighed in amusement. “Nice to see you again.”

“Always nice to see you, Y/N.” He winked, linking arms with you and leading you around the school. “So what’s up with Kol?”

“That’s complicated.” You shrugged. “I loved him. He left. Now he’s back and I don’t know how I feel.”

“I came back for a reason, Y/N.” Kol’s voice came from behind you.

“Yeah, well when it takes you this long to come back, maybe it’s not worth it.” You countered, stopping your steps. Kai came around and stood in 

front of you, watching Kol over your shoulder.

“Did you ever think that maybe I couldn’t come back?” Kol argued.

“If it mattered that much to you, you would’ve found a way back. You could’ve at least called. Wrote a damn letter or something.” You sighed.

“Please, Y/N.. I came back for you. I love y-” Kol tried.

“No. You don’t get to ghost me for years on end and show up here like nothing happened.” You spun on your heel to face him. “You meant the world to me, Kol. I would’ve moved mountains, split oceans, and calmed storms if you had asked me to. I would’ve given my life for yours in a second, and you left. I get that I let you leave, but you didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with you.”

“Let me explain, please.” Kol pleaded.

“No, I think it’s time for you to go.” Kai defended you, stepping around you to block you from view.

“Kai, don’t.” You said softly, putting a hand on his arm.

“I’d listen to Y/N.” Kol said calmly. “You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“I think you’d be surprised.” Kai retorted.

“Alright, just stop!” You exclaimed, pushing past the boys. “You’re acting like overly hormonal teenagers, acting like I’m some prize. I’m not something to be won in a pissing contest!”

You stormed out of the school. As you left, you messaged Stefan and told him you had to leave. You entered the Salvatore house and made you way to your room, ignoring Damon and Elena’s questions.You locked yourself in your room for the next week. You came out only for a snack and you took it back to your room with you. Kai and Kol had called a thousand times each, with twice as messages texts to go with it. Some were apologies. Some wanted to set up something so you could talk. Some were asking how you were. A couple were just random updates on their lives.

“You’re obsessed with her! You don’t care about her.” You heard Damon say from the other side of your door.

“She’s probably the only person I care about.” Kai countered.

“Oh, come on!” Damon argued. “You’re a sociopath, Kai. You don’t care about anything.”

“I think that’s a stretch coming from you, Damon, don’t you think?” Kol interjected.

“Why are you still here?” Kai asked.

“She’s the only reason you’re still alive. You do realize that, don’t you?” Kol threatened.

“If she hasn’t answered either of you by now, she might not answer either of you ever again.” Damon said, his voice fading as if he was walking away. “Think about that.”

“She was fine until you came back. You can’t just stay gone, can you?” Kai said in annoyance.

You sighed, sitting up in your bed and tilting your head to hear what the boys were saying a little bit better. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to either of them again. It was more that you didn’t want to choose between them. As annoying and obsessive as Kai was towards you, he was there for you. You got used to having him around, for better or for worse. But Kol was Kol. You had spent so much time wanting him back that the second you saw him, a fire reignited in your heart.

“And you can’t just mind your business. Looks like we’re both overstepping then, hmm?” Kol pressed. “Besides, I’m going to ask her to come to New Orleans with me so we won’t have to be apart anymore.”

“Mikaelsons are all the same.” Kai snapped. “All you do is take and take and take until there’s nothing left for someone to give to you and then what? And then you disappear without a trace until you need some sort of validation.”

“You don’t know me or my family!” Kol defended. “Who do you think you are, talking to me as if you’re my better, or even my equal? Do you even know what she really wants?”

“She wants someone who is going to actually be there and watch out for her. And not just when it’s convenient.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” Kol laughed. “Weren’t you in a prison world most of your life?”

And with that sentence, Kol went flying through your doorway, knocking your door off it’s hinges. You gasped audibly and pulled your legs onto the bed to avoid any lose splinters.“Kai, what the hell?” You yelled.

Before you could get any sort of an answer, Kol and Kai were locked in a fist fight. Fists and bodies were being thrown as the two scuffled across the floor. Blood splattered on them and on various spots around your room.“Enough!” You yelled, making your way to get between the boys. You managed to shove your arms between their chests and using your elbows, you pushed them apart. You managed to keep them at arms length on either side. Kol on your left and Kai on your right.

They both wore proud smirks, as if they had been waiting to throw a punch or two at each other their whole lives. It was impossible to decipher what blood belonged to either one of them but in that moment, you didn’t quite care. You were fed up with their conflicting agendas.“I hope you don’t think beating the shit out of each other is going to convince me to pick either of you over the other.” You said after a long silence, finally breaking the stare down they were having.

“Y/N...” Kol said softly, suddenly forgetting about the third person in the room.“I thought about you everyday. I wanted to come back for you, I swear to God.”

“So why didn’t you then?” You asked, a weight lifting off your chest as you asked that simple question that had been nagging the back of your mind since he showed up again.

“I was afraid that you would hate me, but it turns out that the longer I stayed away, the worse I made things.”

“You can’t really believe this, Y/N.” Kai groaned from the other side.

“Kai, you don’t know him. You don’t know what we had.” You countered kindly.

“I know that he doesn’t deserve you.” Kai desperately argued.

“And you think you do?” You laughed a little. “Kai, you don’t know anything about me. You’ve been by my side but you don’t love me.”

“I do. I do love you. I do. I do.” He tried to assure you. 

“No, you don’t.” You shook your head, speaking softly to try to avoid a meltdown. “You’re infatuated, obsessed with me even. This isn’t love. Trust me. We’re friends, for sure. And you’re very important to my life but you don’t love me.”

Slowly, you took your hand away from Kol and moved closer to Kai. He stood frozen, staring and seemingly trying to make sense of what you had just told him. You carefully put your arms around him in a gentle hug. You held him for a moment, waiting for him to react to your embrace. To your surprise, he hugged you back.

“You have to let me make my own choices, Kai.” You said against his shoulder.

“Maybe you’re right.” He said with a small nod when he pulled away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N/N.” He patted your arm before walking by and towards the door. He looked back once to add a comment for Kol. “You still don’t deserve her, but that’s her call to make. Don't make her regret it, Kol. Or I'll make you regret it.”

And with that, Kai had left the building. Now, it was only you and Kol in the room.“He’s right...” Kol mumbled.

“Maybe he is. But that’s my call to make.” You answered. You went and sat down on your bed, dropping your hands into your folded lap. Kol soon joined you, leaving space between you two.

“Y/N-” He tried before you interjected.

“No. You’re going to listen right now.” You shook your head. “I gave up so much so early for you. And we were great. Everything I put in, you put in too. And then suddenly you needed space. And I gave it to you. I gave it to you because it was for your family. But you couldn’t even write? Couldn’t call? I heard from Klaus all the time. But not even once from you. How am I supposed to have hope when you were practically dead to me?”

“I know. I know did wrong by you, Y/N, but if you give me this last chance, I can promise that I’ll never hurt you like that again. I’ll never leave your side. I’ll never do anything to break your trust or your heart. You are all that matters to me, all that ever mattered. When I left with my siblings, I should’ve gone with you as well. I never should’ve turned my back on you. But I did. I was stupid. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Not after one apology.” You said honestly. “If you really want me back, you’ll have to prove it. And you’ll have to prove it here, in Mystic Falls. With Kai and Stefan and Damon and Elena and Bonnie and Caroline and everyone around.”

“So there’s a chance for us still?” He asked, a hopeful smile tugging the corners of his mouth up.

“Yeah, I guess there is still a chance for us.”

"That's all I can ask for, Y/N." He said proudly, gently placing a hand over yours. "I've missed you."

"Yeah, yeah." You smiled, nudging him with your shoulder.

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Zabdiel de jesus- jealousy gets the best of him.

guys listen up, this is my first smut so yall better bare with me!! let me know what you guys thought!

disclaimer: smut, angst, daddy kink, choking kink and swearing.

Inspired by the song Loud(y) - Lewis Del Mar

His eyes watching you, his fist clenched and his veins almost popped out of his neck when he watched you through the window. Zabdiel couldn’t believe that you would disrespect him like this… the way you laughed with another man, the way you held onto him and the way you playfully hit him. He had just gotten back from tour, exhausted and not entirely sober yet from the party he had just gotten back from.

You had been best friends with your friend, Jonah for ages. Both knowing each other better than you know yourselves. You had always known that Zabdiel was the jealous type but you never had have to deal with it, tonight you were. You were laughing at a joke Jonah had made when you heard the door slam and Zabdiel making his presence known.

You smile and get up going to the hallway. “Oh hey baby, how are you?”  you say as you walked to your boyfriend to kiss him for the first time after 6 months.

“Hmm hola” is all you got ,before being pulled in for a kiss that felt very forceful. “god i missed you so much baby” he said in a fake sweet voice, his jealousy was easily read from his face. He walked right past you to get rid of his bags, leaving you confused behind.

As you walk out of the hallway you see a awkward scene unfolding in front of you. “Oh hey Zabdiel, how was the tour man?” Jonah got up awkwardly.

“I think we should continue our chilling session another” you smiled, deep inside you were very nervous. You don’t want Jonah to go but you don’t to upset Zabdiel more.

“Yeah sure.. Uhm love you Y/N text ya later?” as he gives you a kiss on the cheek and goes to the hallway to grab his coat. When after a couple of minutes you hear the front door close. You clear your throat as you look at Zabdiel. His face speaks a thousand words, he is clearly upset but you just didn’t get it.

“Sooo how was the tour bebé?” trying to break the silence, all you get was a scoff. What was he so upset about? What had you done? You get no answer. Now you were just totally done with him. As you try walking you feel hands pulling you back. You feel hot breath down your neck, wanting to be closer you push yourself against him. You feel his boner against your ass, you know he fucking worships it. Moving your hips up and down, you feel his breathing hitching. You feel yourself getting excited for him, a pool of wetness gathering in your panties. The grinding gets more and more heated. As you turn around you see his almost black eyes.

Out of nowhere he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder.

That was it, you are outraged. “What The Fuck Zabdiel PUT ME DOWN NOW!!” you scream from the top of your lungs. He completely ignores you and starts walking to your shared bedroom. You try absolutely anything to get of his shoulder but he is just to strong.

When he reaches the bed, he just throws you on there.

“You have fucking anger issues Zabdiel” you fold your arms over each other. Zabdiel keeps pacing around the room. “Y/N i do not want to hear another word from you till i say you can” he speaks for the first time since he entered the house. The way he said it only made you more turned on. Maybe i should see how far i can go? You think to yourself. As you walk up to him and start kissing his neck. He stood stiff not wanting to see weak, you felt his hard on growing even bigger.

“But Zabdiii I didn’t do anything wrong, please daddy-... i just wanted to hang out with the guy nothing else” as you make it down his neck, in your head you are smirking. You are gonna get exactly what you want, he had a weak for you and you were gonna play that out on him. “You have been a very very bad girl Y/N-  fuck i am afraid im gonna have to punish you” his hands move slowly up your body.

Stopping at your breasts as he starts to massage them, hating yourself for wearing a bra. Wanting contact and just to make him make you feel good. You moved you body further into his hands. As he sucks your neck, feeling bruises form. Moaning in distress wanting to feel more .“Patience babygirl” he whispers against your skin .

His hands travel back down to the hem of his oversized sweater that you were wearing. Moving it up your body much to slow for your liking. “Please-.. I need more daddy” you whisper softly, closing your eyes. When your top is off you start to feel exposed. He looks you up and down your body, licking his lips. He takes his hands and moves it from your thigh up your crotch to your neck. As he closes his hands slightly you feel your mouth fall open. “Tell me Y/N who the fuck you belong to” He watches you and realises how lucky he is your pretty neck stuck in his hand, your amazing eyes wide open for him and your mouth fallen slightly open. What’s more sexual than laying your life in someone else’s hands…

“You , daddy only you” left your mouth more as a whine and Zabdiel was snapped back to earth. His dick was now throbbing in his pants, realizing if he kept going like this he would cum untouched.

“Babygirl i need you to get on the bed on all fours, can you do that for me?” he whispers in your ear. That could have made you cum right there and then, you don’t hesitate before practically sprinting to the bed. You know better than taking off the rest of your clothes. He loves to see you on all fours with your ass sticking up and your pretty yoga pants. As you get on the bed your head facing the headboard, all you can do listen… you gasp as you feel him putting something over your eyes, a blindfold.

You had told him that you wanted to explore each others kinks just a little bit more. Resulting in you telling him that you wanted to try bondage, he had said that he would try it when he felt like the both of you were ready. He had planned it all out in his head when on our as well as buying all the things he needed.

You feel him fasten it around your head and his hands slit down your body, feeling your curves. Moaning at the feeling you tried to speak up “please daddy i need something!”. He gave your ass a firm slap “Daddy told you to stay quiet baby, why do you gotta keep misbehaving damn girl”

With that he flipped you over so you were laying on your back. In one swoop he took off both your pants and underwear. He starts kissing your thighs, leaving the marks he finds to be so beautiful on his babygirl. He moves his mouth up and you fist the sheet so hard your knuckles are turning white. His fingers finally touching where you wanted him most moving up and down your folds.

“Hmm bebé are you all wet for me?” you not wanting to disappoint him stayed silent.

“Such a good girl, always listening to daddy just to please him” after that he put focus back on your puss. Suddenly you feel his teeth biting gently into your clit, it send a shockwave through your body. Slowly massaging it between his teeth, his lips touching in exactly the right places. He adds his tongue moving it in circles, up and down. You felt one of his fingers entering you moving inside of you. Adding another wanna you start grinding back on it. You couldn’t help but wanting to moan. Feeling yourself forming that familiar knot in your stomach. Zabdiel feels your walls clenching onto his fingers.  you grab onto his arm almost to ask for permission to make a sound. His mouth leaving you, fingers still stuck inside of you.

Moving up to your mouth kissing you deeply.  Whispering in your pretty ear “Let me hear your pretty noises, ¿Te gusta cuando te la acaricio con mi lengua?” you immediately moan out. Deep grumbles coming from down below, he smiled at you being pleased with himself. "méteme la verga, por favor” you don’t have to ask twice before you feel his cock between your folds moving it up and down. You didn’t even know that he had undressed himself.

You let a porn star worthy moans out, surprising both of you. “Ahh fuck- give me something daddy” you feel him stop between your legs. Almost losing it when you hear the short but powerful “beg”. That’s when you forgot everything except you and him.

“Oww please daddy i just need your big fucking dick, i just need you to split me in- ahh fuck”

He slams into you with a master speed. Holding your hands above your head with one hand and the other holding your hip like his life depended on it. Him pounding into you filling you up completely and pulling almost out before slamming back in with an extreme force. “Let me hear you baby, scream my name please” you don’t waste anytime.

“Fuck daddy you make me feel so- oh right there… you make me feel so amazing. Only you, no one ever fucked me like this” meeting up with his movements, wanting to touch him so badly but being unable . Both of your movements becoming sloppy, both being close and wanting to cum. That’s when his hand leaves your hip and picks your legs putting it over his shoulder. Your head started spinning, feeling yourself getting close. “I’m gonna c-” “me too baby, wait till i tell you to” you moan in frustration. His thrust getting deeper and faster chasing his orgasm. Your mouth falling wide open knowing you wouldn’t last very long. “Okay babygirl, cum for daddy” your orgasm hits you hard, meeting each others thrust just right. “i m gonna cu- ahhh” you let your juices flow letting the most disgusting moan. It only takes a couple thrust before he fills you up with his cum. He drops onto his arms, taking off your blindfold.

Smiling as you finally see his smile.He starts kissing your face, first your cheeks, eyelids and lastly your lips. He rolls next to you and cuddles onto you. You smile and look at your amazing boyfriend one more time before kissing him.

“You should get jealous more often ZabDaddy” you grin at him, sticking out your tongue. As you see his face turn harsh again. But then a smile creeping onto his face.

“Fuck how lucky i am to have this amazing women all for me, no need to be  jealous anymore”

"well we'll see about that"