#look at those 00’s brows

[frnkiebby]

LOOK AT HIS BIG PATHETIC BROWN EYES

grrr biting all his tattoos

I LOVE HIS BIG PATHETIC BROWN EYES

i love him sm

his pretty eyes and gorgeous tattoos

just everything~🎃

[filynxs]

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official art from the manga Bungo Stray dogs

⚝ You are Dazai's nurse and look after him while he is in hospital. And you can't deny that he has piqued your interest. When he asks you for permission to use his phone, you explain the rules and that he's not allowed to do so until he's in a better condition. However, he offers you something you can't refuse...

⚝ Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

⚝ 18+; sexual content; s*x with benefits; tease

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Disclaimer: I REwrote this scene, meaning that this oneshot does NOT contain SA in any ways (no subcon/dubcon/noncon).

You step into Dazai‘s room, noticing the open windows that let a soft breeze in. As you look around you see him watching the colorful sunset, thus a smile creeps over your lips.

He notices your steps and looks over to you, raising his brows as his eyes wander to the tray you are holding in your hands. As always, you are bringing him his meal.

"What did you bring me today?" he asks, his voice lacing playfulness as he watches you approach his bed.

Putting the tray onto the small table next to his bed, you let out a shy chuckle and pour water into his glass.

"Today we are serving you a piece of pizza." you answer him, jokingly presenting the food like an Italian waiter would do in a noble restaurant.

Dazai laughs and claps into his hands a few times, and you can‘t help but notice the way how his eyes wander over your body for a moment. Your cheeks heat up ever so slightly, but you act like you didn‘t see anything.

The wind that comes from the windows brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Isn‘t it a bit cold today?" you ask him, walking towards the windows to close them, "I‘ll close the—"

"No, don‘t." he interrupts you, and as you look over to him you see a calm and serious expression on his handsome face, "I like the soft breeze."

Pressing your lips together to a small smile, you nod and let the windows open. For a while you just stay there, looking back into his alluring, brown pair of eyes that seem so unreadable. It‘s like they are hiding something dark in their irises. Something that no one was able to find out yet.

"Are you just going to stare at me now?" he laughs, one corner of his mouth twitching up to a cheeky grin as he tilts his head. "I mean, I can‘t blame you."

You gulp, widening your eyes as they hastily dart over the place. "N-no!" you stutter out, your voice sounding breathy and even a little high pitched. "I‘m sorry. I won‘t disturb you any longer."

With fast steps you approach the door, not meeting his gaze again. However, he stops you by calling out to you.

"Miss," his voice rings in your ears like sweet honey, and you turn around to face him, "May I ask you a question?"

Brushing a strand of your H/C hair behind your ear, you nod and hum with a gentle tone. You can feel your heart beating a tad faster in your chest, pumping the nervousness through your veins as you excitedly await his question.

"Will you allow me to make a phone call?" he questions, raising his brows as his grin fades into a smaller smile, "I‘m going to make it quick."

You chew on your lower lip. There are rules in your hospital. The patients are only allowed to get their phones back again when they leave the hospital or when they are in a better condition. Dazai, however, has been here for one or two days only. You don‘t want to disappoint him, but you can‘t just break the rules either. Unless…

"I apologize, Sir, but I can‘t allow you to do so just yet." you reply, folding your hands together to seem more professional than you already are. However, your professional attitude looses its strength as the blush on your cheeks increases. The way how he looks at you with those eyes… it‘s driving you crazy.

"Ahh, that‘s disappointing." he sighs deeply, looking down at his hands for a moment. You can see his faint grin on his lips. And you could see it from miles away. It feels like he is plotting something, and he most definitely is. "I would do anything to get my phone just for one call." he utters after a pause, gazing right back up into your eyes.

The look on his face says more than thousand words could. He is implying something, and you know exactly what it is. Seems like he took notice of your flustered behavior towards him. After all, he is used to reactions like these. Women cannot resist his charming side at all.

"Anything?" you repeat, and it feels so criminal on your tongue. Dazai knows exactly what you wanted from him from the very beginning. But you‘re unsure if this is right. He is your patient, and you are his nurse. You could loose your job if someone finds out about this little arrangement of the two of you.

The brunet nods slowly, and his grin widens on his glossy lips. With his index finger he motions you to come over to him. Thus you close the door behind you and approach him with small, hesitant steps.

"No need to be so shy, Miss." he reassures you, taking your hand as you stop right next to his bed. Gently he strokes your fingers with his, and goosebumps spread all over your skin. His fingers long so slim and long, and his entire hands are attractive to your eyes. "Just tell me what you want from me."

You swallow, feeling how dry your throat is. Your eyes gaze away from his, down to his beautiful hands that are caressing yours. You want those hands to caress your body, to wrap around your neck like a cute necklace…

Is it unprofessional? Maybe. But will you have another opportunity to grand you this wish? Most definitely not.

"I—" you pause, biting your lower lip as your entire face begins to redden even more. He muses you with a smile, adoring your cute face which is filled with embarrassment. "I want to sleep with you. Then, I will give you the permission to use your phone."

In satisfaction his grin widens, slightly showing his straight, white teeth. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he moves his hand further up your arm.

"Deal." he purrs, his voice being low as he speaks to you, lacing seduction which is apparent on his eyes as well. It‘s almost like his entire mood shifted in a matter of seconds, changing from the playful guy to the flirty seducer. "Let‘s do it right here, Miss Y/N."

"You remember my name?" you softly ask, your voice being merely above a whisper as you slowly get onto his bed. Sitting down on his lap, you feel his arms wrapping around your waist. With raised brows you muse him, trying to act calm while your flushed face shows something different.

"I don‘t miss a detail, Y/N." he chuckles, moving his hands towards your nurse uniform to slowly open its buttons, "And I noticed the way how you looked at me the very first time you stepped into this room."

"How did I look at you, exactly?"

Your question causes him to smirk, and his eyes wander from your chest up to your eyes.

"Like you wanted to fuck me."

He lets out a soft and amused laugh as he watches your embarrassed reaction. You tightly press your lips together and look away, feeling how your heart knocks against your chest.

"It‘s alright." he snickers, looking down at your round breasts again as he continues to unbutton your uniform. His hands slide over your clothed nipples as he does so, and he is taking his damn time to open the last few buttons. "I‘ve always wanted to try it with a nurse."

His attitude, no, his entire personality is so playful and vulgar. Even better than you imagined it was. And this is what caused your interest in him to grow. He‘s not just handsome.

With last slow movements he undoes the last buttons of your uniform, helping you out of it before letting it land on the floor. Now you‘re sitting on his lap with your white lingerie on, and the soft wind that comes through the windows brushes your entire, bare body. The brise sends a shiver down your spine, but your body immediately heats up as Dazai begins to play with it.

Slowly he moves his hands up to your breasts, massaging them through your erotic looking bra which gives him a perfect view of your hard nipples. A thin lace fabric covers them only, thus he rubs them through your bra.

You moan in reply to his touches, moving your hips on his lap as you arch your back. No man has ever touched you like he does. One can tell that Dazai Osamu is skilled in what he‘s doing.

"Oh, so you like this?" he chuckles, opening your bra to throw it away, "I‘m going to be a bit more bold then."

His lips move to your hard nipple as he squeezes your breast, taking it into his mouth to greedily suck on it. The way how his tongue plays with that sensitive spot causes you to moan, but you try your best not to be too loud. After all, someone could barge into this room any time. This is also what scares you. However, you start to forget your worries as Dazai pulls away, looking up at you before pushing the blanket off his body.

He guides you onto his lap again, pulling the blanket back to halfway cover what he‘s going to do to you now. Then, with his slim fingers he easily slides your panties off and puts them right there where the rest of your clothes is: To the ground.

But you couldn‘t care less at the moment. Your entire attention is focused on Dazai and how his fingers begin to caress your swollen clit. He skillfully massages it in circling movements, and your soft moans show him that he‘s doing it damn right. You squirm against his touches, savoring every tiny sensation he causes in your body.

Just when you are about to come, you grab his wrist and stop him. He gazes at you, arousal and amusement filling his chocolate brown eyes as he studies your breathlessness. He sure has a large impact on how you feel. And he knows that.

"Wait." you pant, feeling how a drop of sweat rolls down your temple, "I want to come on your cock, please."

He bites his lip, so sensually and seductively that you feel like you‘re going to loose your mind. Every single move he makes is turning you on right now, as if he‘s using magic on you.

"As you wish, cherie." he says with a husky tone in his voice and proceeds to slide his pants slightly down along with his boxers. His erection greets your hungry eyes, throbbing and twitching in anticipation, and eager for your attention.

Slowly sitting down on it, you begin to grind yourself on his shaft. It throbs against your slick pussy, ready to enter your warmth. Just as if someone is knocking against a door to get in. And he wants to get in very badly. For him, it even feels like he‘s not only doing this for the deal anymore. He wants you.

Soft groans escape him and he holds your hips, squeezing your skin to make you go faster. But you don‘t go faster. Instead, you slowly rise, letting your pussy hover just above his tip, which already leaks pre cum.

"Are you teasing me?" he grunts through his gritted teeth, sending you an aroused grin that causes you to smile too.

"Maybe a little bit." you snicker breathily, "It‘s more fun with a little bit of tease."

He laughs and leans forward to your breasts, kissing your nipples before giving them a gentle bite. His hips jerk upwards ever so slightly, trying to make his cock meet your entrance.

You can‘t wait any longer and let yourself down in response to his eager movements, tenderly taking his entire length between your folds. The two of you gasp in unison, exhaling sharply when you begin to move. Your hips circle, and as you lean forwards you proceed to ride his erection. As you do so, your clit touches his cock with every time you move downwards.

Not being able to contain yourself anymore, you groan out loud, letting your satisfaction be audible for him. And he definitely likes what you are doing. Just the sight of you riding his cock makes his mind go blank, even causing him to forget about the reason why he‘s in hospital at all. And how your nipples touch his clothed torso with every movement arouses him, because your perfectly formed breasts show how much you like this.

His length fills every tiny inch of your womb up as you continue to ride him, and you can‘t deny that the warm feeling of him inside you makes you sweat. And not just that. This entire moment is making you sweat. The air between you two is steamy and thick with arousal, showing the sexual bond between you two while your bodies are connected.

One of his hands moves up to your breast, giving it a light squeeze before rolling your hard nipple between his index finger and thumb. Your body trembles in satisfaction, and you can sense how your climax is approaching you.

Before you reach your own orgasm, Dazai does so, and he moans your name as his warm seed fills you up. He closes his eyes as he savors this intimate moment, enjoying the pleasure your pussy just made him experience.

Your tight walls clench around him the moment you reach your own peak of satisfaction, arching your back as you groan into the hot air. A small drop of spit rolls down the corner of your mouth as you come, emphasizing just how much you enjoyed this moment.

Dazai muses your lust filled face as you come all over his shaft, coating him with your warm, sweet nectar that squirts out of you. He runs his tongue over his lower lip as he moves his hand from your breast up to your neck, wrapping around it to pull your face towards him.

"This felt amazing, Y/N." he chuckles softly, his voice hoarse and lacing arousal. His lips find their way to yours, and you two kiss, intertwining your pair of soft lips in a dance of passion. You taste him as your tongues move together, fighting over the dominance of this moment.

To catch your breath, you pull away, and a spit string follows your tongue as you separate.

"Dazai," you pant, your voice still sounding horny and needy for him, "thank you very much."

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It has been a few hours, maybe two, since you and Dazai had that intimate moment today. Your heart can‘t stop beating in a fast pace, and you feel like you are going to pass out in the next moment.

Your cheeks, no, your entire face is flushed, filled with embarrassment and arousal. The things you two did do not leave your mind for a second, and you don‘t know if you‘ll be able to sleep properly tonight.

However, what you do know is that you have to talk to him. Because your feelings are a literal mess.

Knocking on the open door of his room, you notice him still having the important phone call he needed to make. He pauses and turns his head into your direction, flashing you a small smile.

Ashamed, you look at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Dazai, please excuse me for what I did earlier." you blurt out, your voice tiny and sweet.

"Ah, Miss. Thank you for allowing me to use my phone." he thanks you, acting like nothing happened earlier. However, while his voice sounds nonchalant and entirely casual, his grin shows you that he is still thinking about your moment. He winks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

"Sure, and…" you pause, not even looking at him again. You let your eyes wander to the phone in his hand, wondering who that person is he is talking to. "And if you don‘t mind… can we do it just once more? In a single room this time?"

He breaths out a delighted laugh, and his gaze stays on your entire figure while you don‘t even manage to look into his eyes.

"Ah, if I feel like it."

[perotovar]

bloody kisses — part two: i don't wanna be me

pairing: shane morrissey/tim rockford rating: E (18+) mdni word count: 6.6k content: vaguely takes place in the 00s, age gap (shane is 23, tim is 40), internalized homophobia, descriptions of a crime scene/injury (bullet wound and head trauma)(not shane or tim), heavy petting, oral (male receiving), protected p in a, discussions of dom/sub and top/bottom, tiny bit of misogyny (shane is ignorant af and it's like 2002 lol), first time bottoming, shane's internal battles, tim being a really fucking good partner, f e e l i n g s, seriously this is sappy y'all, if i missed anything lmk! dividers: @saradika-graphics beta: @chronically-ghosted (seriously i can't explain how much taylor has helped with this story, go give her some love!)

series summary: shane has been in denial about himself for a while. newly single and with the help of one of his favorite singers, he opens his eyes to a new venture he could possibly take: the cop he sees on a semi-regular basis, detective tim rockford.

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Shane locked himself in his bedroom for three days after the disaster at Tim’s apartment. He’s never felt so stupid in his life. How could he just… kiss him like that? 

Why did he do that?

He thought about that moment constantly, for hours at a time. Tim’s lips, for how briefly they’d touched his own, felt so… correct. They were soft, a little chapped, but warm. It was like things clicked into place for him. He doesn’t remember any kisses with Raven ever feeling like that. Or any girl he’d been with, for that matter. 

He hated himself for how good it felt. Especially because Tim ended it before it ever really began.

Shane wasn’t sure if there was anyone else he could go to about any of this. Legally, he still lived with his mom and her husband in their downtown apartment, but they never saw each other. He basically had his own area of the apartment to himself. His mom and her husband made enough that they didn’t really notice or care what Shane did with his life. He didn’t have any goals, and he guessed that’s why he did petty crimes like he did. He was just so fucking bored.

And now he was dealing with… this. 

He stared at Tim’s business card, his thumb rubbing over the older man’s name. He was curled up on his bed, holding one of his pillows close. He looked at the clock on his bedside table. The bright green text read 2:18am. He sighed to himself and rolled over onto his back.

He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Nobody noticed a change in Tim at work. If they did, they were professional enough not to bring it up. He felt fucking awful for how things went down with Shane. He wanted to reciprocate so badly, but Shane was vulnerable and Tim didn’t want to take advantage of him like that.

“Boss, I got those files you needed.”

Tim looked up from his desk, pen still in hand while he filled out the paperwork for a robbery he’d taken care of the day before. He’d thought about Shane and his magazine the entire time. “Thank you,” he grunted, pointing at an empty spot on his desk. “Can just set it there, please.”

The agent set it down and took off, getting back to work.

Tim looked back down at the file he was working on and sighed, losing his focus. He looked over at the phone on his desk and frowned. He didn’t have Shane’s number so he couldn’t call him. He wanted to tell Shane that what happened wasn’t wrong, or even unwanted.

The sound of heavy footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. Matthews, his partner, slammed Tim’s office door open.

“There’s been a shooting!”

Tim furrowed his brows, pushing his thoughts of Shane away for now, and focusing on the task at hand. “Where? Do we know anything else?” He asked, opening the drawer in his desk to put his gun holster on over his shoulders.

“Yeah, it was at a liquor store downtown. We have an idea of who the victim is based on descriptions from the employee working at the time, but not of the shooter,” Matthews answered, handing Tim’s trenchcoat to him. 

The two detectives made their way to Tim’s car and sped off to the crime scene.

“His name is Howard Xavier, and he’s twenty-eight,” Watson, the cop who was in the area, explained. “He’s on his way to the hospital now, but he looks to be in decent condition.”

Tim nodded, eyes looking over the crime scene. Flashes of photos being taken filled the peripheries of his vision. There were bottles of wine and hard liquor crashed everywhere. “Looks like Xavier tried to run from the shooter,” he mumbled, crouching down to look at the dirty boot prints on the linoleum floor.

“Do you think they knew each other?” Matthews asked.

Tim sighed, looking up at his partner before standing again. “Who’s to say?” He shrugged. “Maybe. Do we have any information on any relatives or associates?”

“No family, but we’ve found a couple of friends on file,” Matthews replied. “I think we’ve got them back at the station.”

Tim nodded. “Let’s head back and see what we can find.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tim couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. 

Known Associates: Tracy Wynanski and Shane Morrissey.

This had to have been the coincidence to end all coincidences or Tim had an insane amount of luck. There was a phone number for Tracy, but no address. He stepped out of his office and approached his secretary, an older woman by the name of Dolores.

“Can you get me Shane Morrissey’s file, please?” He asked, voice a little more gruff than he’d intended.

“Of course, sweetie, give me one moment,” Dolores smiled, rolling her chair to the file cabinets. 

Shane’s file in hand, he sat back at his desk and started looking through the files for Howard Xavier again. A bullet wound to the thigh, and blunt force trauma to the head.

He figured it’d be easy to get the professional parts out of the way first and called Tracy, asking if she knew anything about the shooting. She said she didn’t, since her and Howard hadn’t seen each other in a couple of months. She’d gone back home to Philadelphia after a breakup. 

“Thank you, Tracy,” he said. “Do you happen to know Shane Morrissey? He’s one of Howard’s other known associates and I’d like to ask if he knows anything.”

Tracy let out a bitter laugh and said, “Oh, I know Shane. He can kiss my ass for all I care.”

“Ms. Wynanski, please–”

“I don’t have a number for him, but I can tell you where he lives. Not saying he’ll be there, though,” she paused. “Likes to frequent this one house full of his ‘friends’ when he’s not at home moping.”

Tim felt his entire body relax, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath. “That will be very helpful. Thank you, Ms. Wynanski. Do you have the address for the other house?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t go in there like you’re looking for him, though. They’ll all run off.”

“I can handle it. Thank you, Ms Wynanski.”

After confirming that the address Tracy had matched the one they had on file, and wrote down the other address, he called Matthews, who decided to check on Xavier at the hospital.

“He’s stable. He’ll probably stay here for a couple of days,” his partner said through the phone.

“Alright. I’ve got a lead on one of his associates. It’s fucking Morrissey, John,” Tim chuckled.

“You’re shitting me. Employee at the liquor store said Xavier looked like he walked out of the Satanic Temple so I guess I’m not too surprised.”

Tim rolled his eyes and snorted, making one last note on Howard’s file. “I’m gonna head out and look for him. Could you go to one of these addresses for me?”

“Sure thing, Tim. Don’t get trapped in some ritual sacrifice.”

“Fuck off,” Tim laughed.

Tim decided to go to the second house full of Shane’s “friends”. He figured it was more likely that he was there, and he was right. It looked like it was a gathering of about ten or fifteen other kids around Shane’s age, all dressed in similar clothing.

The house was filled with smoke and had music playing, so he decided it was better if he stayed in his car until Shane came outside. He didn’t want to embarrass the kid.

It didn’t take too long, Shane stumbling out of the house and laughing loudly. Tim turned the key, the engine for his Caprice coming to life. Shane startled and looked over, eyes locking with Tim’s behind the wheel.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shane barked, stomping over to the passenger window and glaring at the older man.

“I need your help,” Tim said softly.

Shane rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you fucking stalk me here? You can’t be here– They can’t see me with you.”

“Then get in. They won’t know.” Tim looked up at him, eyes softening when he saw the clear hurt on Shane’s face. He wasn’t very angry by the looks of it. Just upset.

Shane scoffed, looked back at the house, and raised his arms in defeat. “Fine,” he grumbled, opening the passenger side door and sitting down.

“Seatbelt.”

“Eat me, old man,” Shane rolled his eyes. He lifted a leg and rested his chunky boot on the car’s dashboard. 

Tim sighed heavily and didn’t argue. He’ll just clean his car later. “You wanna talk at the station or at my apartment?”

Shane bit his lip, picking at a rip in his jeans and making it worse. “I don’t wanna go to the station.”

“Figured as much,” Tim exhaled, looking behind the car for any oncoming traffic and pulling out of the neighborhood towards his apartment.

Shane stared at Tim’s arms underneath the tight white dress shirt, the fabric pulling at the thick muscle. He wondered what Tim looked like on top of him, those strong arms pinning him to a mattress and–

“You know a Howard Xavier, right?” Tim asked, eyes squinting at the file in his hands. 

The two of them were seated at the table in Tim’s dining room, the surface in front of them covered in documents and files. 

“Yeah, that’s X,” Shane mumbled, picking at his nails so he could hide the pink in his cheeks.

Tim raised a brow but didn’t comment, nodding. “Do you know if he had any enemies, Shane?” He asked, digging his glasses out of his front pocket and putting them on. “That’s better,” he said to himself, the text on the files clearing up.

Shane blinked a couple times, the sight of Tim wearing glasses doing more for him than he thought possible. His breathing picked up a little, heart pounding in his chest when Tim made eye contact with him, waiting for Shane to answer. “U-um, I don’t think so? X was always pretty chill,” he mumbled.

Tim nodded and took notes on a sticky pad. Tim’s phone started ringing, making the older man get up and answer it. “Rockford,” he grunted into the receiver.

Shane stayed seated and kept to himself, listening to the one sided conversation.

“You’re shitting me. He did? Thanks, John. Yeah. You too. Have a good night.”

Tim exhaled and hung up the phone, clicking his pen. “Good news,” he smiled, taking his seat at the table across from Shane. “Xavier woke up and described the shooter. My partner found him.”

Shane nodded, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. “‘S good,” he mumbled.

Tim watched Shane’s face closely, eyes trailing over the piercings and the messy hair. “I’m sorry I took you away from your party,” he said softly.

“‘S okay. Don’t like those guys very much,” Shane shrugged. Now that he was here, he was having a hard time not curling in on himself again. He couldn’t even look Tim in the eye without thinking about what his lips felt and tasted like.

Tim furrowed his brows. “Why do you hang out with them, then?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to pry, but it was sort of his job to find information. Shane wasn’t a job, though. He was much more than that.

Shane sighed and angrily looked at Tim for a second before looking away again. “Why do you care?”

Tim bit his lip, fiddling with his tie. “You really wanna know, kid?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” he rolled his eyes.

“Because I see a lot of myself in you, Shane,” Tim admitted gently, crossing one leg over the other.

Shane furrowed his brows and looked at Tim incredulously.

“It’s true. Would you believe me if I said I got arrested? Was about your age, too.” Tim chuckled as he remembered what caused his arrest.

A small smile grew on Shane’s face. “What’d you do?”

“Public Indecency.”

Shane’s eyes grew three times in size. “Did you get caught having sex? Were you streaking?” He giggled, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Uh, well,” Tim chuckled. “I was in my car at the time and having sex.”

Shane laughed, face as red as a tomato. His thoughts flooded with images of what Tim having sex looked like. What sort of faces did he make? What kind of sounds did he make? Was he more dominant or submissive?

“Were you going down on her or…?”

“Him,” Tim answered easily. “And no, we were uh… I was found on top of him.”

Shane froze, eyes wide. He looked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked back at Tim briefly before settling his eyes on Tim’s tie. “You’re…?” He asked shakily. 

“Yeah, kid,” Tim chuckled. Shane looked terrified and it broke Tim’s heart. “I said I was here for you if you needed me. I still am.”

Shane squeezed his eyes shut and let out a heavy, shaky breath. He rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans and looked at Tim with wet, glossy eyes. “I don’t– I don’t understand,” he shook his head in disbelief. “You don’t seem–”

“Not every gay person is really flamboyant, Shane.”

Shane blushed in embarrassment. “Why did you turn away from me, then? Why didn’t you kiss me back?” He frowned, voice shaky and hurt.

Tim’s eyes rounded, his whole face becoming softer. “I wanted to,” he admitted, looking down at Shane’s ring-clad hands. “But it wasn’t fair to you. I didn’t… I didn’t want to take advantage of you like that.”

“Take advantage–! I kissed you!” Shane roared.

“You were vulnerable and confused. And,” Tim gulped. “And I’m a lot older than you, it’s… It’s not appropriate.” He shook his head, closing his eyes briefly at how much it hurt to say out loud.

“Tim,” Shane whimpered, biting his lip. He felt a thick lump in his throat. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation right now. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. It felt like he was having an out of body experience. “I don’t care about that, I’m– I’m more worried about you being a cop than being older than me. I’m an adult,” he scoffed, his bottom lip trembling.

Tim couldn’t hold in the chuckle that bubbled out of him. “I know you are. I just don’t– I don’t know how this could continue–”

“Please, shut up,” Shane begged, getting out of his chair and making his way over to Tim. He looked down at the older man, face burning, and slowly crawled into Tim’s lap, wrapping his arms around Tim’s neck. “I don’t wanna talk anymore,” he whispered. “I don’t wanna think anymore. Please.”

Tim’s hands instinctively found their place on Shane’s hips. His eyes moved from Shane’s to the younger man’s lips, then back up. “Are you sure?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumbs into Shane’s hip bones.

“No,” Shane mumbled. “Well, yes, but… No.”

Tim raised a brow and smirked. “How about we take things slow.”

Shane nodded, biting his lip. “Okay.”

Tim smiled and softly connected their lips, caressing Shane’s head, thumb rubbing at his jaw. Shane whimpered quietly as he tentatively kissed back. His lips trembled against Tim’s, soft huffs of air expelling out from between them. He’d kissed before but this was so… different. The feeling of Tim’s facial hair against his lips was weird. Good, but weird. 

Shane experimentally ran his tongue along Tim’s bottom lip. Tim took the hint and softly caressed Shane’s tongue with his own, making the younger man gasp into his mouth. Tim squeezed Shane’s narrow hips, trying to ground him, and sighed into the kiss. It built a little over time, but eventually, they found a rhythm. The soft clinking of metal from Shane’s earrings filled the otherwise silent apartment. They learned each other over the course of their kissing. Tim learned that Shane liked to nibble and bite, and Shane learned that Tim liked to encompass him entirely, like he could devour Shane’s mouth if given the chance.

When Tim pulled away for some much needed air, Shane whined in protest, his face leaning toward Tim’s to keep going. “Slow your roll, kid,” Tim chuckled, pressing his forehead to Shane’s and panting quietly. Shane blushed, and chewed his swollen bottom lip while he waited. “C’mere,” Tim grunted, tugging Shane’s leather duster off his shoulders. Shane went along with it, pulling his arms free before the sound of squeaky leather fell into a heap on the floor. 

Large hands ran over Shane’s hips and waist, but never ventured lower. Shane shivered when Tim’s blunt nails lightly scratched at the exposed skin of his lower back as his t-shirt rode up. Shane’s cock twitched in interest, making him blush high on his cheeks.

“‘s okay, sweetheart,” Tim hummed. He rolled his hips a little, his own half-hard cock rubbing against Shane’s.

Shane’s eyes grew twice their size at the feeling and looked down at the bulge in Tim’s slacks. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away. His imagination was a lot easier to handle than the real thing pressing into his inner thigh. 

Tim furrowed his brows in concern and rubbed Shane’s skin underneath his t-shirt comfortingly. “What are you thinking about?” He asked softly.

Shane inhaled heavily, and slowly let out a deep breath before turning his head back toward Tim. He opened his eyes, but didn’t make contact. “Just… weird. Feeling your…”

Tim hummed in acknowledgement. “Do you want to stop?”

Shane shook his head, eyes still burning holes into Tim’s slowly rising and falling tummy. 

“Need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop,” Shane whispered.

“Do you want to lie down? There’s no expectation for anything,” Tim said, sitting up a little more in the dining room chair. 

The stretch in Shane’s thighs suddenly overtook any doubts he had, making him shakily get up from Tim’s lap. He was used to having someone sit on his lap like that and being in that position made his stomach hurt.

Tim laced his fingers through Shane’s and gently guided him to his bedroom. He kept the lights low and rubbed his thumb over Shane’s knuckles. “You okay?”

Shane stared at Tim’s bed and swallowed a lump in his throat. “Y-yeah,” he croaked.

Tim chewed on his lip in thought and let go of Shane’s smaller hand. He gave Shane some space as he took off his glasses and removed the tie he was wearing. He toed off his dress shoes and put them in his closet. When he turned around after unbuttoning his dress shirt, Shane was sitting on his bed, hands curled up into fists on his ripped jean-covered thighs.

Tim sighed softly and sat next to him on the bed. “What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, tugging on pieces of Shane’s hair that were sticking straight out.

Shane shut his eyes and took another deep breath. “I’m just… I’m having a hard time being… like, the female part.” He curled in on himself, his shoulders hiding his ears.

Tim blinked a couple times. “Sweetheart, we’re both men.”

“I-I know that! I just,” he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Usually, I’m in your position. Taking charge.”

“I see,” Tim sighed, getting more comfortable and turning toward him. Shane did the same, but didn’t make eye contact with him. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

Shane blushed, those big brown eyes of his lifting up to meet Tim’s. 

“Alright, firstly, who told you there were ‘male’ and ‘female’ roles?” Tim raised a brow.

“W-well, uh–”

“It’s alright, I already know who. Lesson number one,” Tim smiled reassuringly. “Just because you’re sitting on my lap, letting me ‘take charge’, doesn’t mean you’re weak, honey.”

Shane gulped and nodded, taking all of this in. Tim felt like a professor. Probably the first one Shane would ever listen to.

“And women aren’t weak, so get that out of your head, too.”

Shane let out a heavy breath. This was a lot to take in.

“Did you feel good?” Tim asked, picking up one of Shane’s hands and rubbing his thumb over the scabbed knuckles. When Shane nodded jerkily, Tim grinned, his chest feeling warm at the admission. “That’s all that matters. Think of it this way,” he paused. Shane hung onto every word. “Everything we do? It’s with your say-so. You’re driving the car here.”

Shane blinked as he thought about it. He could work with that. “Oh,” he said quietly.

“You want me to make you feel good again?” Tim smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. Shane’s heart thundered at the sight.

“Y-yes.”

“Go ahead and lay back for me, alright?”

Shane nodded and got comfy, head cradled by Tim’s fluffy pillows. His entire body was buzzing and tense. He kept his eyes on Tim’s popcorn ceiling, the sounds of Tim’s belt jingling filling the room. When the bed dipped with Tim’s weight, Shane’s heart stuttered a little. One of Tim’s big hands cupped his cheek and gently turned his face so he could look at Tim again. Shane wasn’t expecting the softness in Tim’s features, or the heat in his eyes.

Tim rubbed Shane’s cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to go far tonight. There’s no rush.”

Shane nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

This time, when their lips connected, Shane eased into it a lot sooner, kissing the older man with renewed fervor. He sighed into it, the warmth radiating off of Tim being an endless source of comfort. He gripped onto Tim’s opened dress shirt and tugged it down his shoulders. Tim released Shane’s lips briefly while he shrugged the shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Shane moaned weakly when Tim surged forward and sucked his bottom lip between his own.

Shane’s head was fuzzy, all the blood there rushing down between his legs. He gasped when Tim rolled him over and hovered over him, pressing his hips between Shane’s thighs. Tim took his time with him, kissing him languidly while he unbuckled Shane’s jeans.

“Can I touch you?” Tim breathed between kisses.

Shane nodded quickly, holding the sides of Tim’s head and tangling his fingers in the short, thick locks of Tim’s hair. Tim smiled against the younger man’s lips and pulled Shane’s baggy, ripped jeans off. Shane toed off his own socks before wrapping his legs around Tim’s thick waist. Tim was so much larger than Shane was and it made his head spin.

Tim’s hands played with the bottom of Shane’s t-shirt and slowly lifted it up, bunching under his armpits. He pulled away to look at Shane’s torso and grinned when he saw the small tattoos there. Both hands holding Shane’s sides, he gently rubbed at the younger man’s nipples, making Shane gasp. Goosebumps and flushed skin covered his entire body in seconds, making Shane lightly smack Tim’s shoulder. Tim laughed lightly and softly kissed his way down Shane’s torso until he was eye level with the tent in the younger man’s boxers.

Shane blushed hard, eyes wide. “W-what are you doing?”

Tim raised a brow and tilted his head slightly, tugging on the elastic of Shane’s boxers. “Said I’d make you feel good, sweetheart.”

Shane blinked. “B-but isn’t that…”

“There are no roles. But if you don’t want me to, then–”

“I do!” Shane smacked his hand over his own mouth and shut his eyes, hoping the bed would swallow him whole. 

A wolfish smirk crossed Tim’s features as he lowered his head, kissing along Shane’s pelvis. Shane whimpered at the feeling of Tim’s facial hair across his skin, his body shuddering. “Breathe, sweetheart,” Tim whispered, shutting his eyes to suck gently at Shane’s hip and leaving a mark. 

Shane forced himself to take a deep breath, shutting his eyes to center himself. When he opened his eyes, Tim quirked a brow up at him as he tugged on Shane’s boxers again. Shane nodded his consent and almost groaned at the cool air in the apartment hitting his throbbing cock. Tim hummed appreciatively and didn’t waste a second, kissing the tip, then making his way down the shaft.

Shane moaned openly gripping the sheets of the bed into tight fists. “T-Tim, what–”

“Shh…” Tim whispered, engulfing the head of Shane’s cock in his mouth. He moaned at the taste and watched Shane’s face as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. Shane’s eyes rolled back and arched his back off the bed. 

Shane felt his cheeks throb and the blood rushing in his ears, doing everything in his power to keep his hips down. When his hips bucked up on their own, he moaned weakly, looking at Tim’s face to make sure he didn’t choke him. What he found instead made his cock twitch.

This was one of Tim’s favorite things to do. Making his partner feel good with his mouth was something he always got pleasure out of and Shane was no different. In fact, this was probably one of the more rewarding times, because this was the first time a man had done this for him. He felt good knowing he got to be the first, and a little possessive side of him liked the idea even more.

Eyes shut, Tim moaned around Shane’s length, losing himself in it. He gripped Shane’s hips and rubbed the bones there to soothe him. Shane’s chest rose and fell quickly as he watched. He felt a little embarrassed to admit that this was probably the best head he’d ever received.

Tim opened his eyes, keeping an eye on any changes in Shane’s face. 

Shane felt his balls drawing up, making him moan weakly. “I-I’m gonna–” He cut himself off, gripping the sheets tighter. Tim doubled his efforts, bobbing his head a little faster. “Oh, fuck,” Shane whined, his thighs trembling on either side of Tim’s head.

Tim moved his hands up Shane’s torso and rubbed at the younger man’s nipples again, urging him on.

“W-wait, wait–” Shane gasped, smacking his hand against Tim’s shoulder as the pressure built and built. Tim watched closely and if he could, he’d grin to himself as he watched Shane’s eyes roll back. Shane’s entire body stilled and he came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting down Tim’s throat. Shane’s moans went up three octaves as he shook with pleasure, his toes curling.

Tim swallowed everything and slowly, gently, raised his head. He licked Shane clean, kissing back up his torso. Once he was hovering over Shane again, Tim smiled at the blissed out expression on his face. He chuckled lightly and kissed Shane’s cheek.

“Still with me?”

Shane shivered at the gravelly tone of Tim’s voice. It must be an octave or two lower than normal given what he’d just done. He slowly blinked his eyes open and didn’t have the energy to hold back the smile when he saw Tim’s handsome face. “Yeah, ‘m here,” he mumbled, his body feeling heavy and sated.

“Good. You should get some rest, sweetheart.” Tim’s laugh rumbled in his chest.

Shane pouted, big brown eyes glazed over, but determined. “What about you?”

“I’ll be okay. Get some rest,” Tim said, kissing Shane’s forehead. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked, pulling the material down from where it was bunched up under his armpits.

Shane nodded, watching in awe as Tim took care of him. It was at this moment that Shane realized Tim was completely serious with him. He wouldn’t make fun of him, or use him. Shane felt tears prickling behind his eyes, but quickly blinked them away.

“Be right back, okay? Gonna get you some water,” Tim grunted quietly, crawling off the bed. Shane didn’t have the energy to argue, and just watched Tim’s broad back leave the bedroom.

When Tim returned with the glass of water, he was greeted with the sight of Shane’s sleeping form. He smiled at him, and set the water on the nightstand closest to Shane. 

He got himself undressed, making sure to be careful of his own half-hard cock. Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he crawled into bed behind Shane and held the younger man close. The day caught up with him as he laid there, eyes trailing over the messy curls and multiple piercings in Shane’s ears.

He drifted off quickly, and had a dreamless sleep.

Twitch. Twitch.

Shane groaned in his sleep.

What was that?

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. He tried to turn and feel what was poking against his back, but he was held firmly in place by… Were those arms?

Shane’s eyes snapped open as the memories from the night before came flooding back. His cheeks burned as he looked down and saw the strong, very male, hands holding him close to a broad chest. Tim huffed in his sleep, making Shane smile shyly. He couldn’t deny it, being held by Tim felt really good. It was so warm.

He tried rotating in Tim’s arms, silently exhaling in relief when he didn’t seem to wake the older man. He felt the twitching again and looked down between their bodies.

Oh.

Shane smiled at the sight of Tim’s morning wood through his boxer briefs. He looked back up at Tim’s sleeping face and decided against doing anything until he’d woken up. For now, he ran his fingers through the thin layer of chest hair on Tim’s skin. It seemed obvious when he thought about it, but it was so different than when he was with a woman. He didn’t feel like he had to hide with Tim. Tim wouldn’t judge him.

Tim made him feel safe. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

Shane startled and looked up, Tim’s soft smirk and sleepy eyes greeting him. He shook his head in lieu of an answer.

When Tim grumbled in response, it reminded Shane of a bear. 

“Do you want… You need help with that?” Shane asked timidly, pointing between their bodies. Their legs were tangled together and they were touching everywhere. The proximity and the feeling of warmth radiating from between Tim’s legs had Shane throbbing in no time.

Tim snorted and leaned forward, kissing Shane sleepily. Shane moaned into it, grinding his own cock against Tim’s. Tim pulled back and panted a little against Shane’s lips.

“We don’t have to. I’ll be okay–”

Shane cut him off by gripping Tim’s ass and squeezing. When Tim made a small noise of surprise, Shane smirked, attempting to pull Tim onto his own lap. “I want to,” he said, voice determined, but shaky. “I want… I wanna know what it feels like. I have to make sure.”

Tim blinked at him, a little shocked by the sudden change in Shane’s behavior. One of his legs was draped over Shane’s waist as he cupped the younger man’s face. Shane seemed to melt at the gesture, making Tim smirk. “Are you sure?” He asked, brows pinched in concern. He didn’t want Shane to rush into anything. 

“Yes,” Shane nodded.

There was more conviction in that one word than a lot of things Shane had ever said to him, so Tim smiled softly at him. He held onto Shane’s thighs and rolled them over so he was hovering over Shane again, and rubbed the smooth skin comfortingly. “Alright. Lube and condoms are in the top drawer,” he nodded his head toward the nightstand. 

With pink cheeks and a determined expression on his face, Shane reached over and dug out the necessary equipment. Everything really settled in his gut when he was holding everything. This was really going to happen. This wasn’t some dream he’d come up with while he was alone in his bedroom, looking at the cracks and fist-sized holes in his walls.

“C’mere,” Tim grunted, gently taking the items from him and holding Shane’s hip. “Gotta get you prepared, okay? Don’t want it to hurt for you.”

Shane nodded appreciatively and watched as Tim discarded his own underwear, kneeling on the bed between Shane’s thighs. He looked the older man over, eyes raking over the messy, gray curls and pillow creases on Tim’s cheeks. His eyes traveled down over the broad shoulders and chest, and down to the swell of Tim’s stomach. That was probably one of Shane’s favorite parts. His eyes landed on the thick cock between muscled thighs and Shane bit his lip. He had to remind himself not to pinch his arm, because this was real. 

Tim carefully got the condom secured around his cock and drizzled some lube on his fingers. “You ready?” He smiled down at Shane, chest warm at the sight of him. Shane nodded, smiling shyly up at him.

Tim curled his fingers around Shane’s cock and pumped slowly. Shane sighed and shut his eyes, lips parting. Tim couldn’t help himself and surged forward, kissing the younger man deeply. He kept his hand on him, keeping up a decent pace as he teased a finger against Shane’s hole.

Shane’s body jerked at the intrusion, making Tim soothe him gently. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”

Shane let out a weak noise and nodded, holding on tight to Tim’s shoulders. He spread his legs a little more and wrapped them around Tim’s waist. 

The first press of one of Tim’s thick fingers inside him already had Shane seeing stars. He panted as he looked down between his legs, trying to see what was happening. Tim cupped his face and forced him to look there instead. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he smiled.

Shane bit his lip and nodded, but gasped soon after as a second finger joined the first. His face twisted into an almost pained expression. Tim watched closely, eyes locked onto him. Tim pumped his fingers in a steady rhythm, searching for that sweet spot inside him. Shane was panting heavily, eyes glossed over, but staying on Tim’s face.

When Shane rolled his eyes back and he gasped, Tim knew he found it. Shane moaned, his cock twitching violently against his lower tummy. “H-hurry up, old man,” he groaned, toes curling on either side of Tim’s hips. “P-please,” he breathed.

Tim snorted, but didn’t argue, removing his fingers gently. Shane groaned at the loss and braced himself for the intrusion, eyes squeezed shut.

“Sweetheart, I need you to breathe first.” Tim leaned over him and kissed him tenderly. He watched as Shane let out one last deep breath and nodded up at him. “Atta boy,” Tim grinned.

Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. As Tim lined himself up, Shane’s heart thundered in his chest, watching the focus on Tim’s face mellow out. He had that same facial expression whenever he was interrogating Shane back at the station, or reading through files, or taking notes. But here, with Shane, he seemed to deflate a little. He relaxed. 

The first push in knocked the wind out of Shane. He moaned, digging his nails into Tim’s broad shoulders. Tim hid his face in Shane’s neck and kissed along the younger man’s sleep-soft skin. “Doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he breathed, hips slowly pushing forward.

Shane trembled in Tim’s arms until Tim’s hips were flush against him. Time stopped as Tim settled, letting Shane adjust. Shane had to blink a few times, swallowing around a lump in his throat. All thought left Shane’s head and the only thing left was the sweet stretch of Tim’s cock inside him. Every wall he’d built up was successfully crumbling at his trembling form. 

Tim petted Shane’s sweaty hair out of his face, kissing him on every available patch of skin he could find.

“M-move,” Shane panted, eyes half lidded and glazed over. “Please.”

So Tim did.

He built up a slow, steady rhythm. Before either of them knew it, their bodies rocked together in perfect harmony. Tim hugged Shane closer, his hips being the driving force while his arms kept Shane grounded.

The sounds leaving Shane’s mouth were so unfamiliar to his own ears, he couldn’t even tell where he was for a moment. The only thing he could feel or think about was the stretch of Tim’s cock, Tim’s heavy breathing against his neck, and Tim’s big hands holding his hips. It was all Tim, Tim, Tim.

He didn’t even feel the tear slowly falling down the side of his face until Tim gently wiped it away. He nearly sobbed when Tim kissed him, chest hitching with every powerful thrust. 

Tim grunted every time Shane clenched around him. He was so tight, which he expected, but he was having a hard time keeping a steady rhythm. He was still tired and his body was trying to catch up. He watched the younger man’s face twist in pleasure and sped up a little, moaning down at him.

Shane wailed, one fist curling up tight and weakly hitting against Tim’s chest. “I-I’m close,” he panted, his cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. “T-Tim, I’m–”

“‘s okay, I’m here,” Tim groaned, curling his fingers around the younger man’s cock. He started pumping his fist in time with his thrusts, eyes glued to Shane’s face.

Shane nodded furiously, scratching his nails down Tim’s chest. Not long after that, his entire body shook like a leaf and he clenched hard around Tim’s cock, coming in waves. He moaned out loud, his back arching off the bed, and gasping for air.

Tim’s own eyes rolled back as Shane squeezed around him. Shane’s face was turned into the pillow as he breathed heavily, coming down from such a high peak. Tim slowed down some, letting Shane have a moment.

When Shane made eye contact with him again, Tim’s heart stopped. He didn’t think Shane had looked more beautiful than he had right in that moment. His hair was a mess, his face was blotchy and red, there were tear tracks down his cheeks, and his lips were swollen from all the biting. Tim was pulled out of the fantasy when Shane clenched around him again, making a moan bubble out of him.

“C’mon, old man,” Shane smirked, voice tired.

Tim huffed a laugh and hugged Shane close, hips snapping quicker now. Chasing his own release, he hid his face in Shane’s neck, sucking a dark mark against the younger man’s collarbone.

In just a few short, quick thrusts, Tim was following Shane over that ledge with a deep groan, emptying inside the condom.

Shane exhaled deeply, arms wrapped around him. Then, he giggled quietly. He was elated, he was on cloud nine.

Tim lifted his head, hair sticking up every which way. He raised a brow at the younger man and smirked. “You alright?” He chuckled.

Shane nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good,” Tim grunted, slowly moving out from between Shane’s legs to dispose of the condom. He crawled back into bed and cuddled close, kissing Shane lazily. They both sighed into it. Eventually, they had to come up for air, and when they did, Tim breathed, “You hungry? I’m hungry.”

“God, yes. I’m fucking starving,” Shane groaned.

Tim laughed and rolled his eyes and pressed a light kiss to Shane’s lips. “You like pancakes? I make some really good pancakes.”

Shane giggled, feeling lighter than he had in years.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 2/3)

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On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

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After finishing the bedroom arrangement, comes a rare night of good sleep.

Upon waking up, sunlight filters through the blinds, dancing across the room. Lucien is dressed in plain cashmere pajamas, reading reports by my side.

Seeing me wake up, he sets down his pen and reaches out to hug me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not going back to sleep anymore?

His pajamas is a bit cold, so I shift closer from under the covers to wrap us both in a blanket.

MC: Mmm, I've had enough sleep already.

I nuzzle my head into his embrace, my chin resting on his shoulder, rubbing against his small warm patch of skin.

MC: It's a bit chilly, last night seemed much warmer than now.

Lucien wraps his arm around my waist, freeing the messy hair that had been pressed beneath my shoulders while I was sleeping.

Lucien: There was a power outage in the early morning, the heating system was interrupted for a few hours.

I sit up groggily, reaching for my phone at the bedside, only to realize it had run out of battery last night and was already powered off.

Lucien hands me his phone, with a single-digit battery percentage remaining, displaying a power outage notification sent by the organizers late at night.

MC: "Temporary Notice: Power maintenance in the town. Estimated power outage from 5:00 to 12:00. Please make necessary preparations."

MC: Who can be prepared for this!

Subconsciously, I furrow my brow and mutter a complaint, but I immediately stop myself.

Yesterday, I promised to convey more positive emotions to Lucien. I can't ruin it now!

MC: Let it be, if there's a power outage, then so be it.

I flop onto the bed, then with a sudden inspiration, I lean over to rest on Lucien's shoulder and flash him a smile.

MC: Consultant Lucien, do you think the power outage is also arranged by the organizers, just like the "bedroom makeover"?

Lucien doesn't rush to answer. His fingertips touch the corner of my smiling mouth, tracing along the curve gently, as he murmurs softly in a low voice.

Lucien: [whispers softly] I adore the way your lips curve into a smile right now.

MC: Hehe, if Consultant Lucien could divulge a bit of insider information about this experiment, maybe I'd be even happier!

Lucien smiles noncommittally as he wraps his arm around my waist and lies down face to face with me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Unfortunately, I'm now a participant who's as clueless as you, Miss Experimental Subject.

MC: [doubtful] Hm? Really…

Considering the fox in front of me repeatedly pretended to be clueless, I look into his eyes, trying to discern some clues.

Yet, observing his calm demeanor, I faintly sense that he indeed hasn't displayed exceptional acting skills in this matter.

I turn my head slightly, then smoothly lie down against his chest, idly playing with the buttons on his cuff.

MC: What do you think we can do to pass the time?

I pout and look at Lucien, who has been watching me intently, his eyes filled with subtle amusement.

As our eyes meet, my desire to lazily lie in the arms of the one I love this morning outweighs all other thoughts.

So, I nuzzle against his chest, snuggling up to his familiar body temperature.

MC: I've got it, let's just enjoy the morning like this~ You can keep reading your report, and I'll just keep lying here in your arms.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds scatters upon us, casting a gentle honey hue on Lucien's irises.

Lucien: Okay.

He props a pillow behind my head, adjusting me to a more comfortable position against him.

The light is dim, peacefulness fills the air, and only Lucien's rustling of papers can be heard as he reads the report.

Last night, I washed and dried the newly bought bedding before going to bed. Since I didn't have fabric softener, I added a few bottle caps of shower gel into the wash.

The scent on Lucien's body and mine should have been the same as the bedding, but everything seems to be different when it comes to Lucien.

I prop up my chin and gaze at him, then lean my head towards his shoulder, gently sniffing.

The scent of shower gel mixes with the ink from the pen, the ink from the printed paper, the aroma of new furniture wood…

All the scents are warmed by his body temperature, flowing together like a stream merging into the sea, forming the embodiment of him at this moment.

I can't help but be filled with affection. I gently nuzzle against the exposed skin along the collar of his shoulder with fondness.

Lucien flips through two reports, then reaches out to touch my hair, his gaze bearing a questioning expression.

Looking into his calm gaze, I can't help but entertain thoughts of pushing things further. With a smile playing at the corners of my mouth, I press my lips against his skin and suck gently.

Lucien: Mm?

Lucien: This lady who enjoys the morning... Are you now in the mood for breakfast?

I release my mouth from Lucien's smoothly sculpted shoulder, and a faint, moist dark red mark appears. I reach out and poke at it.

MC: I'm not hungry, you can continue reading the report.

I stuff the report back into Lucien's hand. His eyes seem to have become a bit more moist, and his gaze slowly shifts to the spot where I had just sucked, then back to the report.

I obediently wait for a while, making sure Lucien's attention is on the report. Then, I press my lips against his skin again.

Starting from the dark red mark just now, I gently peck and trail kisses, tenderly gliding towards the two curved collarbones hidden beneath his collar.

The skin beneath my lips trembles for a moment, then quickly returns to calm. I raise my head to observe Lucien, whose eyes are still fixed on the paper.

I suppress the smile at the corners of my mouth and continue my attack towards the next spot.

My lips pass through the tightly buttoned lapel, landing on the side of his waist. My tongue gently swirls around, leaving a shiny, wet mark.

I part my lips and nibble on this "territory", leaving a faint red mark behind.

Lucien: [grunts sexily]…!

I’m like the greedy serpent in the Garden of Eden, having taken a bite of every apple, yet still insatiable as I look for ‘food’ everywhere.

Until Lucien puts down the report in his hand.

He grabs my restless hands on him with one hand, pinning them above my head, and gazes calmly at me with an inquisitive look.

Under his gaze, I show no sign of "repentance", and instead I chin up defiantly.

MC: Have you finished reading the report?

Lucien: Not yet.

MC: Then, will you continue reading?

He gently tilts my chin back, wordlessly locking eyes with me, his gaze deep and enigmatic.

The air in the room seems to have become humid imperceptibly, and the next moment, a scorching breath falls on my neck.

Lucien: [whispers] It seems studying my reactions is what makes you happy this morning.

He's very close to me, and the hot, moist flow of breath from his lips as he speaks brushes against the skin on my neck, causing me to shiver instinctively.

The murmurs from his lips at my neck quietly shift to my ear, tinged with a husky chuckle.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] To make this lady even happier, why not take it a step further?

After speaking, Lucien lifts the blanket, his shirt in disarray, with traces of my actions visible all over his skin.

Like water droplets splashing on white silk, a few scattered red marks slowly spread on Lucien's body, staining the surrounding skin around them with a crimson hue.

The smile I've been suppressing spills over my lips.

MC: Then, I'm in charge now.

I dodge Lucien's hand, which is about to pull me into his arms, and roll over to reach for the pen lying on the nearby report.

Lucien lets me undo the disheveled buttons. As the sunlight filters through the blinds, it becomes thinner, casting stripes of light onto us.

I take out the pen that I've been holding in my hand, its cold and smooth body gliding leisurely over the patches of light and shadow on his body.

As I pass over those conspicuous red marks, I deliberately press and twist the pen body as if sealing and stamping them down.

MC: With me doing this... how does it make you feel?

Lucien looks at me, his eyes filled with a smile that conveys his ease.

Lucien: [hoarsely] I like everything you do on my body.

MC: Uh-huh, wrong answer, not that one.

I twirl the pen in my hand, using the end that hasn't been warmed by body heat, lightly tapping his chest as if writing.

The icy touch noticeably catches Lucien off guard, causing his muscles to tense for a moment, and a light exhale escapes from his throat.

Lucien: [exhales sharply]…..

He looks up at me, the sunlight casts a narrow beam of light on his face below his nose, while his eyes, shrouded in shadow, appear even deeper and more profound.

MC: Do you have any new thoughts now?

Lucien: I'm thinking about your technique, it's like stirring flowers and plants…

Lucien: Gently stroking the branch, unfurling the petals and leaves…

Lucien reaches out, covering my hand holding the pen, his fingertips slipping into the gaps where a thin layer of sweat has formed, lightly clasping.

MC: [smiling and blushing] Mm~ still not quite right.

My lips linger on his hand for a moment, gently taking his fingertips into my mouth.

MC: I don't want your carefully crafted response…

Lucien's gaze momentarily freezes, and then his slender fingers curl, grazing over my tongue.

The small stimulation causes an involuntary moan to escape me. I struggle to contain the desire to completely indulge in it and release his fingers from my mouth.

MC: You... you haven't told me... what your body's senses are telling you yet.

I seem to have lost patience as well, so I swap the pen with my fingertips, letting my hands roam all over him.

The prolonged tension in his muscles causes fine beads of sweat to appear on Lucien's body. I'm using my fingertips to trace circles on the sweats, gazing at him intently.

A hint of confusion and hesitation crosses his face, yet he remains composed.

Lucien: Your fingers are a bit cold…

Lucien: The places covered by the blanket are warm, but my exposed skin feels a bit cold because of the air seeping in through the window crack…

I let out a satisfied sigh, as a stray strand of hair is brushed away by a slender hand. There seems to be an undercurrent of emotions in his eyes as he silently watches me.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Miss, what else would you like to guide me to say?

MC: I think…

Before I could finish my sentence, my waist is suddenly gripped tightly, and the world spins before my eyes as Lucien flips over, and pins me down beneath him.

Lucien: [whispers] You've been thinking for too long. So, next, let me be the greedy guide, okay?

My lips are pressed down slightly firmly, and between our intertwining breaths, the joy I've been suppressing surges up like a tide.

I no longer endure the soft moans at my lips, allowing my senses to indulge in experiencing every inch of pleasure.

MC: Mmh…

Lucien: [chuckles and kisses wetly] I think…. the guidance just now wasn't complete. I can make it more thorough.

His lips fall down again, and a slight pain makes my whole body tremble involuntarily.

Lucien: [bites and kisses gently] From here…

He raises his body upwards, his tongue and breath engulfing everything. And in that moment as our bodies merge, I hear him whispering intimately on my lips.

Lucien: [MORE wet kiss noises] To here…

My heart is so warm that it feels like it's melting, and I'm following his guidance, looking for places that make each other feel more pleasure.

The muffled laughter blends with our breaths, while the emerald green blanket draped beneath us.

The light entering through the blinds creates an uncertain interplay of light and shadow as our bodies intertwine; the only certainty lies in the touch of the other.

It's as if we are lying in the waving grass, undulating with only each other until dusk.

(T/N: ‘waving grass’ being used as a euphemism because the green blanket making wave underneath them is genius🤪 also, dang they're really going at it 12 hours non-stop from early morning to evening; rip his unfinished works, hopefully, it doesn't cost him his sleep-)

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—[Part 4]— Video Timestamp: [21:37]

As the experiment schedule progresses, we gradually adapt to the occasional surprises and scares that the organizers throw our way.

Sometimes, we have to earn "laundry vouchers" through games, and just when we think there will be a bigger "surprise" the next day…

Apart from finding small gifts piled up at our doorstep, nothing else happens.

Thanks to these thrills, Lucien and I lead fulfilling daily lives in the small town.

And now, we are standing in the bustling and lively market, engulfed in the sea of people.

MC: Wow, is this fruit stuffed with dried fruit? It looks so delicious! And those sugar-filled snowballs, I've never seen them in Loveland City before!

I'm drawn to the sight of various delicacies, and when I snap out of it, my bag is almost full.

MC: Ahh, I need more bags!

Lucien's eyes are filled with my reflection, and he smiles lightly.

Lucien: If I were to give a mood scale, I'd give this little lady a very high score right now.

MC: Of course! Today is the last day of the experiment, and there won't be any more of those occasional "unexpected events"~

MC: And as a reward for all the hard work we've put in, today we can enjoy zero-cost shopping all day!

Lucien: It sounds like MC has some opinions about this experiment?

Recalling the beginning of accidentally joining the experiment and the process of various emotional experiments, I ponder for a moment.

MC: ...It's not that, but it's my first time participating in such a large-scale experiment, and I still feel like it's different from what I imagined.

MC: The organizers often arrange unexpected small activities and even give out gifts…

I recount a series of experiences from these days and come to a conclusion.

MC: Actually, it's not too far off from our initial intention of coming here for vacation~

MC: After all, isn't encountering odds and ends also part of vacation?

Lucien: From what you're saying, it sounds like optimizing the experiment model is indeed necessary.

Lucien reaches out and helps me pick up the cookies placed at the back of the stall, tossing them into the bag.

Lucien: Actually, I was involved in the original design of this experiment's model, but the model itself wasn't as interesting.

Lucien: Perhaps to increase interactivity and fun, the organizers optimized the model based on theory during its implementation.

MC: No wonder! With these "optimizations," even Professor Lucien couldn't figure out the organizers' "surprises".

The warmth of the sunlight fell on Lucien's face, warm and comforting, highlighting the smile on his face.

Lucien: [chuckles] I enjoy these 'surprises', they're worth leaving us with memories.

I raise an eyebrow, stuff an empty bag into Lucien's hands, lean in, and look up at him with a smiling face.

MC: [smiles widely] So let's create some even more special memories. Today's menu is in your hands to decide!

Lucien: Is this a test for my experimental subject, or is it a challenge for this "vacation town"?

(T/N: he called ‘cooking’ his experimental subject njddjndjndf how cute-)

MC: Perhaps it's both?

Lucien chuckles and smoothly takes the bag.

Lucien: [chuckle] It seems I can only accept the challenge.

Under the midday blue sky, the bright sun shines, and the warm aroma wafts from the food stalls, settling on Lucien as he walks around.

His consistently well-groomed hair is fuzzily tinged with light, making it fluffy and warm, giving him the appearance of a little fox going around and seeking food to store up before the winter.

We passed by various stalls, yet after half an hour, there was only one vegetable in Lucien's bag. I teasingly approached him with a bit of laughter.

MC: After wandering around for so long, how come you've only bought these lettuce leaves?

Lucien takes out the lettuce from the bag and seriously explains to me.

Lucien: [in a serious tone] This is hydroponically grown loose-leaf lettuce. The leaves are compact, and currently, it's the freshest produce I've come across.

MC: That water celery we just passed by also looked fresh, but why did you pick it up and then put it down?

Lucien: That one is soil-grown. In this season, hydroponically grown water celery has more moisture and better flavor.

MC: I didn't expect Professor Lucien to be so knowledgeable about vegetables. I thought...

Lucien seems to be amused by my comment; the corners of his lips curve into an almost proud arc.

Lucien: I just applied the experience of raising flowers and plants to vegetables, drawing parallels and adapting the approach.

Lucien turns around and walks to another vegetable store; it's also water celery, but the price has more than doubled compared to the one we saw just now.

I watch as he prepares to put other vegetables into the bag, silently choosing to avert my gaze from the price list.

MC: [sweating profusely] Ahem, it seems like we've bought enough vegetables. How about we go and get some meat?

In front of the butcher shop, the well-dressed Professor Lucien calmly speaks up.

Lucien: Boss, if we want to make dumplings, what type of meat is more suitable?

Owner: Oh, that would be the foreleg, handsome guy, this piece here is a good choice.

The owner points to a piece of meat, and before I can take a closer look, he picks up a knife and turns towards me.

Owner: How much do you want?

Caught off guard by the question, I feel a bit flustered and hurriedly think about the quantity.

MC: Less than one kg should be enough...

Owner: I'm busy right now, so I'll try to cut as few pieces as possible to avoid holding up the people behind you.

Lucien: Wait a moment, please don't cut yet. Is this foreleg meat?

Lucien suddenly speaks, leaving me a bit confused.

Owner: What do you mean? Is it not clear that I'm the one who sells meat?

Lucien takes the meat hook from the side and flips through the pork shoulder on the edge of the cutting board.

Lucien: The shoulder blade extends upward from the pig's front leg. When cutting, to make it easier, a portion of the shoulder blade meat is often cut together before further division.

Lucien: Here, there's no muscle pattern of the shoulder blade that aligns with the piece of 'foreleg meat' in your hand. Instead, it aligns with those pieces in the corner.

Lucien puts down the meat hook, smiling slightly as he squints his eyes, the curve of his lips gentle.

Lucien: There are fewer fascia in the muscles of the foreleg compared to the hind leg. I suppose the owner was too busy and accidentally took out the hind leg meat.

The owner's face turns slightly pale, quickly followed by an embarrassed smile as he hands over the genuine foreleg meat from the side, giving us a discount.

Owner: Oh, I must have been too busy! The meat looks almost the same anyway. Take it, and have a good day!

I glance at the price difference between the foreleg and hind leg meat, and can't help but let out a soft grunt.

MC: Boss, don't forget to treat yourself to a pair of glasses when you're making money!

I take the bag of meat and as I walk out, I playfully tug at Lucien's sleeve.

MC: I bet the boss thought he could take advantage of you since you don't buy groceries often.

MC: But our Professor Lucien is a genius, and the boss's sneaky little trick got ruthlessly exposed!

MC: How do you even know the difference between front leg and hind leg meat? It couldn't be some research experience, could it…

Lucien meets my curious gaze, his eyes revealing a hint of cunningness.

Lucien: In clinical experiments in neuroscience, we often deal with animal anatomy. Would you like to hear related stories?

I look at the pork in my hand and swallow.

MC: No, no need! Let's change the topic, shall we? Like... what do you think is the difference between buying groceries yourself and accompanying me to buy groceries?

Lucien ponders for a moment and quickly gives me an answer.

Lucien: The biggest difference is probably changing from an observer to a decision-maker.

Lucien: I need to think about the taste of vegetables and the texture after cooking. Whether you prefer them tender or crisp...

He sighs lightly, meeting my gaze with candidness. His brows furrow, as if analyzing some complex data.

Lucien: [sighs] ...This makes me a bit troubled.

MC: [laughs] Why does it sound like buying groceries is more challenging than conducting research for you!

I stand on my tiptoes, cup his face, and rub the furrow between his brows. Lucien chuckles.

Lucien: [chuckles] It's not really challenging, just might require a bit of courage.

Lucien: I need to personally seek out and prepare, delve into these bright, warm... sometimes a bit dangerous corners.

I can't help but chuckle softly as I help him carry some of the bags.

MC: But I really like seeing you like this!

Lucien: Mm, I also noticed that this little lady seems to really enjoy seeing my troubled look while grocery shopping today.

MC: Humph, because it's very cute and quite rare to see.

Lucien seems to have already anticipated my answer, and he winks at me.

Lucien: Have you noticed that this reaction is the opposite of the conclusions we reached about emotions a few days ago?

I pause for a moment, then quickly catch on.

MC: Right! Negative emotions are supposed to influence each other, but just now, I found you to be so cute when you seemed troubled.

MC: Maybe because I know these little troubles won't discourage you, but instead, they'll provide you with the pleasure of a challenge from another perspective~

Lucien tightens his grip on my fingers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: In this light, those somewhat "negative" emotions don't seem so terrible, do they?

Lucien: The emotional fluctuations in our day-to-day lives are just a very small part of our overall happiness.

I smile knowingly, taking his hand as we head towards home.

MC: Then I won't push myself to be a girlfriend who's happy every single moment anymore.

MC: Let me just be the girl favored by Professor Lucien~

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—[Memory Silhouette]— Video Timestamp: [28:41]

As the New Year approaches, the supermarket is even more crowded, with shopping carts loaded with goods weaving through the aisles under the decorative lanterns hanging all around.

Lucien emerges from the bustling crowd, purposefully striding towards the sparsely populated kitchenware section.

He stops in front of a row of pots and pans, carefully examining the product descriptions. His brow furrows involuntarily, so he decides to grab a few, preparing to feel them in his hands.

Salesperson: Sir, are you choosing pots? If you have a family of three or more, I recommend this one here. If it's less than three people, the one in your right hand is good.

The salesperson, who has been idle in the kitchenware section for a while, enthusiastically approaches, launching into a sales pitch about the features of several pots.

Salesperson: This is our best-selling item in the store! It features 16 cooking modes, comes with 3 types of pots, and you can even download our app with a vast collection of recipes…

Lucien squints as he listens to the salesperson's extravagant sales pitch, glancing down at the instruction manual in his hand.

Lucien: The so-called barbecue function seems to be just designing the lid of the pot as a grill pan, which probably won't achieve the heating power needed for a true "barbecue".

Lucien: Moreover, this pot has a relatively short warranty period, and the after-sales service centers are only available in select cities nationwide…

As Lucien calmly continues his inquiry, the salesperson's expression gradually stiffens, until they are left speechless.

Lucien pauses for a moment, then smiles and speaks again.

Lucien: However, it seems my girlfriend is using the same model. Could you please help me with the installation?

The salesperson hesitates for a moment, then visibly relaxes, quickly pushing over an oversized shopping cart, which Lucien politely declines.

Lucien: I only need one pot, no need for a shopping cart.

Salesperson: Haha, alright then, please carry it yourself. By the way, it's best to use a wooden spatula with this pot, do you have one at home?

Salesperson: If your girlfriend enjoys making soup, it would be best to have a matching wooden soup ladle…

Salesperson: For boiling soup, it's best to use a dedicated anti-scald stew pot with a safety power-off feature. After all, most household accidents tend to happen in the kitchen, and this is also for the safety of your loved one…

This time, Lucien listens in silence to the salesperson's “targeted promotion”, his gaze focused. His eyes land on rows of kitchen utensils, and he raises his eyebrows a bit, making a silent selection.

Lucien: I'll choose the spatula myself.

Lucien: Please fetch the anti-scald stew pot for me, and also…

Lucien looks towards the empty shopping cart not far away and taps his knuckles against the heavy kitchen utensils.

Lucien: Could you please bring that shopping cart over here?

From the stew pot to the chef's knife and then to kitchen shears... in order to create a safe and easy-to-use kitchen environment for her, the shopping cart is now filled to more than half its capacity.

Lucien: Apart from the kitchen utensils, I also need to purchase two sets of aprons and gloves, as well as kitchen-specific cleaning supplies…

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] ...there's quite a lot to prepare.

Lucien glances at the time; it's almost been an hour. It's time to meet up with her.

Lucien: That's all, thank you.

As Lucien walks towards the checkout counter, he realizes that, for once, he's like everyone else in the supermarket, pushing a cart filled to the brim.

The level of meticulous preparation for a single cooking session is even more exaggerated than he had anticipated.

He wants to succeed, he wants the dishes to be more delicious, he wants... her to like them after tasting them.

Lucien: Falling into the trap of consumerism... is it because of this mindset?

Not far away, a familiar figure is waving at him. The closer they get, the more surprised the expression on that face becomes. Lucien can't help but laugh.

After she sees him, she will probably say that she just wanted to buy a new pot.

Part 5 & 6-> [Here]

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Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing? 

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo. 

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi. 

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time. 

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’. 

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with. 

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not. 

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you: 

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked. 

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again. 

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal. 

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern. 

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. 

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path. 

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions. 

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late. 

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap. 

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.” 

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.” 

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into. 

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future. 

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else. 

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted. 

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.” 

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup. 

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant. 

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest. 

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Rating: G

Prompt(s): "Who said this is a good idea?"

Warnings: may contain nuts...and lame jokes

It was 3:00 AM and with the nightmares you'd just woken up from?

Well, let's just say you weren't planning on sleeping anytime soon.

Why not follow the skeleton wandering down the hall with a jar of peanut butter? Your sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for him having it.

Sans hadn't said much since you'd joined his silent wander around the house. After your initial greeting and inquiry about his choice of sandwich spread he just shrugged and invited to to "wait an' see".

No unwanted looks of sympathy or prying questions.

You appreciated it.

"So, do you often get a late night craving for peanut butter?" You ask softly as you leave the living room and head towards the stairs together.

Sans gave you a lazy smile, but remained silent.

"Makes sense that you'd choose peanutbutter." You continue.

Sans keeps moving towards the stairs but you can tell he's listening.

"I hear it sticks to your ribs." You watch his back intently and light up when his shoulders start to bounce.

The two of you travel to the very end of the hall. The rows of bedroom doors are uniform in placement, yet uniquely decorated by each occupant.

Sans comes to a halts in front of one decorated with caution tape and very cool flame art.

You then watch as he proceeds to unscrew the cap and using a plastic butter knife, smear a thick glob along the underside of the door handle.

You watch him pause to consider his work before silently stepping across the hall to the opposite door.

This one is similarly decorated, but instead of very cool paper drawings taped to it, this door has a white board full of jokes and little cartoon food stuffs riding shooting stars doodled in blue marker.

He proceeds to do the same to this door knob before moving onto the next one.

And the next one.

Then the next one.

Zig and zag.

Back and forth until finally you can no longer watch on in wondering silence.

"So, your doing this to everyone? This little prank?" You ask, keeping your voice to a low whisper.

Sans make a soft hum of acknowledgement before moving to a door with a black chalkboard sign framed in black leather and spikes boldly proclaiming "KEEP OUT OR DUST!" and dutifully scooping another knife full of peanutbutter.

"Even the angry ones?" You ask eyeing the spiky sign.

The one across from it was a bit more plainly decorated, though the chalkboard on this one was a bit ... vulgar.

Sans chuckling was almost inaudible.

" especially those ones." He mused.

You grimaced as he pulled out a sheet of bubble wrap from seemingly nowhere and added a door mat.

Two presents? Sans was being one generous guy tonight!

"Who said this was a good idea?" You ask trailing behind him to the next set of doors.

These ones were less angry and more rustic. One was decorated with a stick framed cross-stitch welcoming you inside and the other was plain, except for a wicker wreath that said "bless this mess"

Sans gave you another shrug.

" no one, but that's half the fun." With the last of the doors booby trapped, Sans turned to face you.

The shadows under his sockets rivaled your own, but there was a certain gleam to his eyelights that hadn't been there when you started.

His smile was contagious.

"So what now? You asked.

I was almost 4:00AM.

Sans let out another quiet hum.

"the first of them will be up in an hour...wanna watch tv until then?"

You nodded, before adopting an impish smile of your own.

"Can we make sandwhiches first? "

Sans raised a brow bone.

"sure, what kind?"

"Well, I was thinking," in one swift motion you scooped a bit of peanutbutter with your fingers and spread a generous helping down the space between his orbital bones.

"Why not make an open-faced?" You smothered a laugh as Sans eyelights crossed.

"Huh, that's quite the spread." He snorted, his own laughter barely contained.

"Yup," you grinned, " It's my favorite kind of sanswhich."

[echoesofabsence]

index 1: square sculpture_16: He was as amazed as Julia. "Squares," he said unhesitatingly. "Black and white squares." He looked up at the Flemish painting, and his voice seemed to tremble. "Like those on a chessboard." Leaving the book open on the sofa, Julia stood up.

index 2: theatre church_71: Previously known for its home-spun comic theatre (plenty of star names in farcical situations and lots of banging of doors), this comfortable venue has undergone a slight shift of image in recent years. Although the programme now mainly consists of quality drama (most of it 20th century), the theatre also sometimes hosts less high-brow productions, such as Peter Pan.

index 3: streets_10: With its streets alive with people, it is, in some ways, a lot better..

index 4: hospitals_39: I gave her money to pay her bills, for the hospital too, the trip didn’t cost her a penny. No one knew we were together, not even her colleagues, they would have been worried and they would have asked her to bring things back for them.

index 5: hospitals_94: Then he’d forgotten all about it. John handed the message to Gideon. A routing slip stapled to it showed that the call had come in to the Education Center yesterday. The message had been forwarded to the hospital and then to Security.

index 6: square fountains_93: The village was much like their home place. A few houses and a church around a dusty village square with a well. At the edge of the village was a little tavern. A farmer had set up a few tables in the shade of his olive trees. Here Juan stopped. He treated himself to a glass of wine. Isabel went with the children to the square to get water. Bartolomé stayed in his prison and listened to the conversation between his father and the owner of the little bar.

index 7: parks_71: On the other side of the road into the park is a near-identical second chapel, built in the 1920s to allow the original building to be left as a museum. There are free guided tours of the Ermita, in Spanish and English, at 11am and noon on Saturdays.

index 8: exhibitions_14: ✽ Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza Address Palacio de Villahermosa, Paseo del Prado 8, Huertas & Santa Ana Contact 91 369 01 51, 91 420 39 44, www.museothyssen.org Transport Metro Banco de España. Open Permanent collection 10am-7pm Tue-Sun. Temporary exhibitions Sept-mid July 10am-7pm Tue-Sun. Mid July-Aug 10am-11pm daily. Admission €8; €5.50 concessions; free under-12s. Paseo del Arte ticket €17.60. Temporary exhibitions €8; €5.50 concessions.

index 9: factories_55: A Ford car factory, turning out Fiestas, Focuses and Kas, lies not far away. Around the corner, swallowed up by the industrial units, lies a tiny, well-cared-for, yellow-painted chapel dedicated to the Virgin of Aguavives.

index 10: convalescent centres_61: DANCE CLASSES If you take more than a passive interest in flamenco, you might want to try classes. Below are some of the more established dance centres. Centro de Danza Karen Taft .

index 11: museums_39: Although the museum was recently renamed, it’s still popularly known as the Casa de San Isidro. .

index 12: monuments_75: The last remaining part of the barracks, a gate, stands in the square with a monument to the two men. The area gained a tough reputation in the 1980s, when needles and broken bottles used to litter the plaza and sidestreets in the mornings, but urban renovation schemes have been very successful, and the neighbourhood feels a lot safer to walk around at night.

index 13: pools_21: Address Piscinas Casa de Campo, Avda del Ángel s/n, Casa de Campo Contact 91 463 00 50 Transport Metro Lago. Open 11am-9pm daily. Closed Oct-May. Admission €4.35. Credit cards No credit cards Landlocked Madrid is stiflingly hot in the summer months, so at weekends half the city seems to turn up at this beautiful leafy complex with three open-air pools set in green meadows (expect queues on midsummer weekends). Topless bathing is tolerated, and there’s an informal gay area. Of the other municipal pools, the Francos Rodríguez has a beach volleyball court, and the Barrio del Pilar and La Elipa have nude sunbathing areas; the latter has water chutes. All have the same hours and prices. Other pools: Barrio del Pilar C/Monforte de Lemos 13-15, Northern suburbs (91 314 79 43); Concepción C/José del Hierro, Eastern suburbs (91 403 90 20); Francos Rodríguez C/Numancia 1, Tetuán (91 459 98 71); Moratalaz C/Valdebernardo s/n, Eastern suburbs (91 772 71 21).

index 14: bullring_20: Pozoblanco: bullring in, [>]–[>]; description of, [>], [>]; feria in, [>]–[>]; Fran’s bullfight in, [>]–[>], [>], [>]; hotels in, [>], [>]–[>]; Paquirri’s bullfight and death in, [>]–[>], [>]; travel to, [>]

index 15: river_25: Hood filled his sketchbook with these drawings. To rivers and mountains he was hopelessly lost. For days they paddled up the Yellow Knife river. The Indians did not hunt enough, and since, in violation of their agreement, half the tribe stayed with the chief and used up many of their supplies, John began to worry.

index 16: river_85: It was, according to Gallardón, at risk of getting left behind by other European capitals such as London and Paris, but his ambitious urban plans have partly put paid to that. The schemes have included the redevelopment of the Manzanares River bank, the (€3.

index 17: courtyard_75: As I inched my car forward through the press of press, I wondered whether I needed to reconsider how I earn my living. For a moment it seemed they were actually going to try to follow me into the courtyard, but good sense prevailed and they didn’t spill in behind me.

[mrshipsmcgee]

late shift

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader (fem)

A/N: I wrote this within a few hours today after feeling a little blah - I hope y’all like it! Please do not read if you’re under 18. There are darker themes in this fic lol ps I might write a second part

Summary: your employer calls you in for a late shift at the lab. What happens after horrifies you.

Warnings: ANGST, non consensual touch, older themes, bad words, talks about bruises and booboos (plz I wanted to write something scary lol bye)

What I listened to writing this lol so dramatic

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It was far later than you normally liked to go in, but your boss insisted. You walked into the dark lab, quickly turning on the lights - seeing that most of the bulbs had gone bad. “That’s weird,” you mutter under your breath before walking over to the utility closet and grabbing light bulbs and a step ladder.

Shuffling over to the blown bulbs you grab your cell phone, turning on the flashlight and starting to examine the lights as you stood on the step ladder.

“What in the world?” You whisper under your breath, seeing that all of the blown bulbs weren’t blown at all.

Smashed. Every single one of them.

“Okay….” You breath, looking around and seeing all of the glass shattered in the floor before your eyes met the project you and your team had been working on for the last eight months.

“Oh my god.” Clicking through your phone you called your best friend and colleague’s number - the phone began to ring:

“Heyyyyy!” His voice sang. “What’s up? Did you watch the-”

“Hey, Pete,” you speak quickly, “Dr. Octavius randomly asked me to come in tonight - he said it was urgent.. but when I got here he wasn’t here; no one was. Most of the overhead lights are busted and the cr-“

“Busted how?” He interrupted.

“Pete, I didn’t call about the lights,” You reply, trying to change out a light. “I called because Project 00 and Dr. Octavius are both no where to be found. Why call me in and not be here? Like, I’m tired dude - I just wanna go home and take my pants off and watch something. Also, does he just take Project 00 home with him after work or something? That’s like totally weird, right?”

The line grew silent.

“Peter?” You ask, growing a bit concerned. The line sounded as if something was rustling before Peter spoke, “I’m on the way right now.”

You could hear him breathing heavily on the other line, “Peter, what are you doing breathing like that, you weirdo?”

He breathed heavily as he spoke, “I’m running.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m running,” he repeated. “I just have a really weird feeling right now and I don’t want you to be alone -“

You smiled as he took a few labored breaths before beginning to speak again, “- and I don’t want you to be alone to change all of those lightbulbs, shorty.”

“Did you just call me shawty?” You chortled. Though Peter still breathing heavily over the phone he mocked you with a loud chortle before speaking, “No, I called you shorty as in-“

You quickly block Peter’s words out as you hear something moving in front of you, a glimpse of silver metal bouncing off of the few still working fluorescent lightbulbs in the lab.

“Peter,” you whisper quickly. “Peter - how far away are you?”

In one ear you hear Peter’s labored breath, while in the other you hear the sound of metallic thuds seeming to be growing closer to you.

“I’m ten blocks away,” he says, his voice breathless as he spoke, “What’s wrong?”

“This is going to sound crazy - but something is in here with me,” you whisper, stepping off of the ladder and onto the tile floor.

“I’m coming, please don’t worry - I’m coming,” Peter said - still breathing heavily as he ran to you. “I’m only five blocks away now.”

“How are you only five blocks away? You just said ten blocks?” Brows furrowing as you question Peter. “And-“

A loud thud came from behind you as you turn towards it, dropping your cellphone as your eyes met that of your employer, the most understanding and kind mentor you had ever had in your life - “Dr. Octavius?” You stared at him in complete shock as tears started to form in your eyes.

He was perched up on what looked like Project 00 - the project that was supposed to help heal others - but he had added four large long metallic tentacles to the suit.

You looked at his face - or what little of his face you could see. His hair was disheveled, his face looked different - more sinister. He let out a low breathy chuckle before he spoke, “It’s Dr. Octopus now, gorgeous.”

Gorgeous? You cringed at the word. Dr. Octavius was a very professional man and highly respected you. “What?” You whispered, a tear slowly falling down your cheek as you remained staring in shock at the man before you.

“I knew you’d come in if I asked,” he hissed as a frightening smile formed upon his face. “You have always been my favorite because you always do whatever I ask.”

You start to back up, seeing your phone still lit up with Peter on the line.

He approaches you, “You have always been such a gorgeous young lady. After my wife died last year I became weak. But then I put on the 00 Project suit,“he stops grimacing and changes his expression into a petrifying smile before snapping back to you, “Now I’m a changed man.”

“You’re supposed to be a kind man,” you whisper through tears, trying to feel behind you for anything to be a weapon.

“Oh, I’ll be kind to you, gorgeous,” the two metal tentacles not bracing him on the ground slowly crept towards where you stood. “I have wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you. Your intelligence - it’s sexy. I know how you love to please me. You’re always such a good girl.”

His chilling eyes basically undressed you already as his metal arms grabbed yours, picking you up as you started to cry - “Dr. Octavius, please. What has happened to you?”

One tentacle wraps around your waist like a boa constrictor, slowly bringing you toward him. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he says, almost as if you were his new pet. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” viciously smiling he wraps his hand around your throat - now holding you up by your throat, his free tentacle plays with the hem of your shirt before he rips it open, exposing your chest as your arms tried to hide it from his view.

“Dr. Octavius please!” You cry, “It’s me! You know me! You, me and Peter go do karaoke on Thursdays!”

His face grows from lust to anger in less than a second as he slaps you across the face with a hand remaining around your throat now tightening. “I told you my name is Dr. Octopus!”

A lab table flew across the room, hitting the terrifying man and dropping you to the ground - gasping for air as you held your throat, trying to hold your ripped shirt closed. You look up to see Dr. Octavius unconscious on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Spider-Man?” You choke out in a whisper. “How did you know I was here?”

The masked hero ran over towards you as you stared at him, still in shock from Dr. Octavius’ actions, “I think you broke your ankle - let me take you to the hospital. And- and,” he looks down at your torn shirt, quickly looking away, “your shirt.”

“Where is Peter?” You ask desperately, starting to look around. “I need Peter - where is Peter?”

Peter’s heart broke as he heard your pleas.

You started to cry, “Do you know Peter Parker? He’s my best friend…”

Kneeling beside you, a masked Peter wrapped his arm around you, “I’m sorry he isn’t here right now, I’m sure he will be soon. It’s going to be okay. Is it okay for me to fill in for him right now?”

You nod before your facial expression changed to terror, pointing in front of you, “Spider-Man…”

Peter looked up, seeing Dr. Octavius starting to stand - just as horrified as you were to see his beloved mentor become a monster. Peter knew he couldn’t be scared right now. He had to be strong for you.

“Hey man, what’s up with the tentacles?” Standing up, Peter quickly shoots a web at a tentacle, pulling it out from underneath the man, making him fall onto the ground again.

The man growled, gritting his teeth as he stood again. “Spider-Man, Spider-Man,” he says in a singsong tone, “Does she know?”

“Hey man, stop being so vague or I’m going to have to trip you up again,” Spider-Man joked, quickly shooting a web. Dr. Octopus dodged it, throwing himself at the hero and wrapping a tentacle around his neck - throwing him into the wall.

“Stop!” You scream, the evil man directed his gaze towards you - immediately dropping Spiderman and starting to approach you with a lustful smile on his face.

“Don’t you dare get near her!” Spider-Man screams as he hurled himself towards Dr. Octavius, wrapping his legs around his head and making him fall to the ground.

A fight broke out between the two of them; Spider-Man throwing thought out punches and shooting articulate webbing - hoping to trip up his opposer; and Dr. Octopus using his heavy tentacles to toss and restrict the hero.

You sat frozen in fear as the fight unfolded.

Spiderman was losing.

Dr. Octopus hit the hero repeatedly as he pinned him to a wall, turning towards you and flashing you a smile before turning back to Spiderman - lifting his mask from his face.

“Peter?” You whispered, hot tears rolled down your face as you watched Dr. Octopus hit him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

“Get up,” you whispered to yourself. Breathing deeply, you clench your fists - scanning your surroundings for a weapon to protect Peter with. “Get up,” you whispered again, this time standing as your legs shook with fear, trying to not step on your left foot. Your attention stayed on the two men in front of you.

“Little Peter Parker tried to come save his crush,” Dr. Octopus teased. Peter looked over at you as you stood, “But jokes on him…. Because she is mine!”

He throws Peter to the floor, laughing as he does. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he coos as he approaches you, ripping the rest of your shirt off. “Pretty, pretty, pretty.”

“Please, stop!” You scream, trying to hold yourself up on a table.

Peter tries to get up, but Dr. Octavius is too strong now - too powerful. He throws a table at Peter, just like he did to him - knocking him to the ground.

The villainous man pins you to the wall by your throat, going for the waist band of your pants, “I bet everything is just as pretty as what I’ve already seen.” He makes a rip in your corduroy pants, smiling viciously as he wrapped you in his tentacles. “The things I’m going to do to you.” He breathed in, almost as if he were trying to inhale your scent.

“Please Mr. Octavius, it’s me,” you plead with him as his tentacles rip your pants further.

“Hey Otto!” Peter yelled, getting his attention and causing him to turn away from you. “You’re pitiful.”

The man that clung to your body gave Peter a low growl as he dropped you to the floor yet again, “Orphan Peter Parker is calling me pitiful?”

Peter gulped as he stood his ground, crushed by his once beloved mentor’s painful words.

“Peter Parker who let his girlfriend die,” he gritted his teeth into a smile as he approached where Peter stood. “Peter Parker who is going to watch me fuck the greatest love of his life right in front of his eyes… just like you watched your parents leave. There goes another person, orphan boy.”

Otto wanted a rise out of Peter. Seeing the pain in his eyes was like serotonin overload for Dr. Octopus - once he put that suit on Otto Octavius died and Dr. Octopus was born. Pain equaled pleasure for him now.

“What are you going to do about it, Pete?” He pouts, teasing Peter - sending him over the edge. “Are you going to web me? Give me to the NYPD?”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Peter hissed as he shot a web at the ceiling, throwing himself at Dr. Octopus and kicking him in the face before wrapping both of his legs around Otto’s neck.

He punched him in the face over and over again as he gripped his neck with his legs, starting to choke him out as his tentacles flailed around trying to hit Peter. No matter how many hits he took, Peter didn’t let go of his grip of Octavius’ neck. He didn’t back down on the punches. He threw his entire body into every angry punch.

Peter’s face was red as his expression was pure rage. You had never seen him like this before. His eyes were black as he pummeled the villain.

You watch in horror - trying to compose yourself. “Peter,” you say in a whisper, watching him unravel in a fit of anger. Clearing your throat you speak, “Peter.”

Dr. Octavius finally starts to grow weaker with each hit, slowly slumping to the tiled floor - Peter still punching as he screams.

“Peter!” You scream, finally getting his attention. He turns to see you standing, braced on a lab table in a bra and torn corduroy pants, already bruised from Dr. Octopus’ abuses.

Your neck was bright red, growing into a shade of purple, your chest had scratches and bruises, and your ankle was definitely broken.

Peter blinked back tears as he finally let off and let go of Dr. Octavius, looking at his face before he quickly swung over to you - immediately embracing you.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him - but not too tightly.

You sobbed into him as he held you close, “please get me out of here, Peter. I’m so scared.”

He gulped, not even saying a word as he quickly shot a web, swinging you home through the quietest parts of the city - swinging you to his apartment to take care of you.

All he wanted to do was take care of you.

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[bonbonthedragon]

Meeting You Changed Me (15)

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, smut, 18+

Note: so sorry this is some hours late. Lots happening here at home while I’m away and ajndksmdkdk so I hope an extra long chapter makes up for it! Have a lovely day!

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“Whoa man, that’s insane. You really think he was in her apartment yesterday?”

“When I was there? Yeah. She blamed the cat but when I got there I could have sworn I saw the cat outside by the railing, laying in the sun.”

“Spooky. Ghost cat” kamanari said, shoving a piece of sushi in his mouth

“No ya damn wall outlet.” Bakugou rolled his eyes “I want you to help me save her.”

“So like,” kamanari Swallowed his food “kidnap her with consent and keep her at your house? Kinda like a cute hamster.”

Bakugou stared at his friend, blinking. He reached across the table to slap him before Sero grabbed his wrist and held him. “Okay okay man,” Sero patted the blonds back, helping him calm down and sit back in the chair. Sero sent a look at kirishima with a small smirk, to which the red sent his own knowing smile.

“Seriously though,” kirishima said, until kamanari cut in

“Noooo man! It’s guys night, can we just relax. It was a long day a work.” Everyone stopped and stared at the electric blond, Bakugou clearly on the verge of jumping him and sero smacking his own forehead. Kamanari raised a brow “what? We’re out and drinking. I thought we were-“

“No man.” Kirishima began “Bakugou called us to help him with (y/n) and this mob monster man. We are not having boys night. Minas not here because of her sister. And you two are the only ones drinking. Your just crazy and bakugous drinking because he’s stressed”

Kamanari stared at them, slowly taking a drink of his beer and setting it down “so we can’t get drunk and have karaoke…?”

Bakugou definitely and clearly thought about reaching over and strangling his friend, but he decided against it. Instead he sighed and dropped his head to his folded arms on the table. The others looked over at him, having not seen him so beat since…well since he realized he was going to marry Kioko….

“Alright. Come on guys,” kirishimas phone pinged, bringing it out and texting something and then nodding “oh! They’re here.”

Bakugou brought his head up “who”

“Hello everyone!” Deku chimed, letting go of todorokis hand to close the diner door

Bakugou put his head back down “no”

Deku looked over at bakugou, who clearly didn’t look okay. He frowned, walking over and taking a seat “Kacchan we are here for you, and-“

Bakugou stood and slapped his hand away “i don’t need you here for me. (Y/n) needs us there for her-“ he was suddenly interrupted by his phone ringing, he pulled it out, freezing when he saw the contact. (Y/n). He stood, looking at the others before walking out of the place and outside “hello?”

“Hey, it’s (Y/n)”

“Hey” he breathed, leaning against the wall

“I um...you don’t have too but- I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner? Make up...for the other day-“

“Yes- yeah I’m free.” He put his phone on speaker and quickly began to look at some restaurants “does Antonio’s sound good? At 7:00?” It was a sudden decision but-

“Oh- yeah. That’s perfect actually. But what about tatu-“

“He’s at my parents!” He immediately intervened, keeping her on speaker and texting his dad “he was already going to stay the night there so- yeah whatever, I’ll make reservations”

She paused. Was he too clearly excited? Maybe he freaked her out- “okay, if it’s not a problem.” She finally said

“-not at all.” He felt a smile appear on his lips, cheeks dusted with a light blush. He turned, freezing when he came eye to eye with the five idiots at the glass door, all smirking at him. He frowned, but his cheeks heated more as he hung up “I’ll meet you there” he shoved the phone in his pocket and scowled at his friends, growling a bit and shoving past them inside “oh fuck off.”

“Kacchan’s got a date!” Kamanari teased

“That’s great!” Deku added

Bakugou grunted, taking out a 20 and setting it on the table “fuck you guys I’m leaving. Got somewhere to be”

“With yo girl! that’s who!” Sero yelled

“Good luck bakugou!” Kirishima said, giving him a thumbs up

Bakugou grumbled as he went out the door, getting far enough to finally take it all in. The giddiness filled his body and he found himself beginning to jog to his apartment to begin getting ready even though he had a few hours. As he did, he got a text back from his dad that they would pick Tatsumi up from daycare and drop him off at noon tomorrow. He called the restaurant for reservations and got a perfect time. Finally things were looking good and he made it to his building, taking the stairs instead and getting into his apartment. As he walked he dropped his hero suit and went straight towards the shower, stepping in and scrubbing every inch of himself.

He wondered if she wanted to see him just as much as he did her. He wanted to know she was okay, that maybe she would clear some things up about yesterday. He wouldn’t bring it up unless she did, that was for sure. Honestly he would rather her not, not to be rude, but he wanted a normal night, just to chat and we’ll...be in her presence. Just the two of them, on a date. Well- she didn’t call it a date, it was like one though- ugh his brain was thinking too much and he sure as hell shouldn’t be getting his hopes up like this. Bakugou turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. He dried and quickly got dressed, putting on a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeve, not wanting to be too formal. After blow drying his hair and grabbed his wallet and phone, heading out the door. He’d stop by that flower shop again for some roses. It was probably too forward, but he wanted too. He wanted to see the same look she gave him when he gave her flowers the first time the other day. By the time he was out of the shop, his phone rang to his mother calling.

“Yeah?” He answered

“Dada!” Tatsumi rang through, sounding upset

“Hey kid. Sorry I-“

“You weft’ me!” He whined. He could hear the giggles in the back by his parents, them yelling in the background that the little one stole the phone and was his problem now.

bakugou sighed “sorry bud. Dads got some...uh- extra work to do, I couldn’t come get you. Even if I did I wouldn’t have time to tuck you in or anything.”

“I misss youuuuu, come getttt meeeee”

“It’s just one night-“

“Save meeeee I’m dyinggggg”

He rolled his eyes “I know your grandparents suck but they aren’t that bad”

“You better watch that mouth Katsuki or ill give you a reason to!” He heard his mother yell, making Tatsumi giggle

“Grandma is dropping you off sometime tomorrow, right now you should be in bed. Why you still up?”

“Bwews’s cews’!”

Blues clues, right. “Don’t stay up to late, if you do I’ll ban French toast in the house.”

Tatsumi paused “Wat-“

“Good night squirt, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Love you”

Tatsumi still stayed silent, until bakugou heard his dad tell Tatsumi he didn’t mean what he said about the French toast. Only then did the kid seem to perk and yell into the phone “wove’ you too! G’ight’ daddy! MUAH”

Bakugou chuckled, ending the call and stuffing the phone into this pocket. He froze when screams claimed the night of the silent city. His head whipped around and eyes danced across the street. The wails continued but he didn’t see and bystanders, until smoke and light emitted from behind a building. He looked from down the street, where he should be heading for the restaurant, but then back toward the alleyway. Sighing, he did as any hero would and ran toward the chaos, as he ran he looked down at his watch, if he was quick, he should only be a little late. Another scream was heard and he hurried his steps to the fight. A woman was held up against a wall by a long arm, and a man being held at gunpoint. The villain with the long arm looked over as bakugou appeared and smiled devilishly, shouting to the other to take care of him. Bakugou set the flowers on the ground gently, looking back at the villains and growling.

“Bastards” he cursed, readying his hands at his sides

“DynaMight! What a delight!” The man retrieved his arm, shortening back to a normal length and dropping the woman who fell and held her throat “Bowey?” He turned to the other man, this guy having dark red skin and bright eyes “we have a bit of an issue” he drawled

Bowey looked over at bakugou, hand falling to his side and gun pointing down. Bakugou nodded for the innocent man to run and he did, grabbing the woman and hiding. The ash-blond turned, but before he could say anything, a bright hand came to grab him. He jerked to the side, the hand just grazing him and burning his skin. Fuck. When he jumped back he got a good look at him again, this Bowey mans hands were like the sun, emitting a blinding light and burning like fire. Suddenly bakugou’s head pushed forward, a pulsing pain ripping through his skull as he stumbled back, he growled and turned to the elastic like man.

“Fucking think before you pull stupid shit like that.” He warned, leaping forward “NOW DIE!” His quirk activated and hit the villain, sending him into the wall and time to deal with the other shitty one. Before he knew it, he was behind shoved by the burning hands, tripping over. So he whirled around before he did and grabbed onto Boweys shirt, sending him down with him and causing a explosion to fly him into a building window. Getting up, he groaned annoyingly, looking down at his burnt shirt and huffing. Rude fucker. He was seething with rage when he finally heard sirens, police coming from the end of the alley and jumping out of their cars. Bakugou grunted, going over to the elastic man and pulling him out of the now indented brick wall. The villain howled in pain as he did, limp at bakugou’s hold and letting the hero drag him up to police. Looking over at the broken glass, Bowey laid in blood, eyes wide open and staring at the sky, light in his palms fading. At least he was alive.

Police thanked bakugou and the bystanders clapped. Photos were taken and lights flashed, making the man more irritated. He looked at his watch, fuck. He looked around, people crowding around and news reporters recording live. He glared at the cameras and scoffed when a news woman came up to him. He couldn’t leave, he knew that. So he answered question after question while he was thanked by the man and woman caught in the crossfire of it all. He helped police put the purps in the car and ambulance, looking down at his watch again. Fuck finishing this, he looked around for the flowers, spotting them in the same place he set the bundle. His heart dropped when he realized they were bent and burned a bit, sighing and carefully dusting off some of the charred bits. He didn’t have time to get new ones. He looked at his reflection in a window of a shop, a tattered and singed man looking back who was dirtied in soot.

“Bakugou?”

His head shot up and he came eye to eye with (Y/n). She stood awkwardly in the street, her face was covered in worry. That really didn’t matter right now because his eyes couldn’t help but travel down. She wore a simple dress that came down just above her knees and around her was a large jacket for the cold. Her hair was brushed down and curled it looked. God he never thought someone could be so beautiful-

Suddenly she was in front of him and he blinked, looking down to see her taking his arm and examining them for injuries. His cheeks flushed and he couldn’t help but to just stare, trying hard to look away but it just wouldn’t fucking work. Her eyes met his and he was forced back to reality, cursing himself and stepping back.

“Shit. Sorry I’m late. There was an attack and I couldn’t just leave it-“ he looked down at himself, finding the once intact roses in his hand “oh- uh” he held them up “they were for you. Sorry, they kind of got...sorry”

She blinked at them, taking them and smiling, making the hero’s cheeks threaten to blush more. She freed her other hand and went closer, going to hold his cheek. She held it there for a moment, and bakugou found himself closing his eyes, letting her hold him. It was nice, like honey and silk- what the actual fuck. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t feel fucking honey or silk. What was this woman doing to him? She stepped closer, retreating her hand only for a second to place the flowers and her bag gently on the ground before returning with both hands. He fought the urge to nuzzle into it, not wanting to make things too weird or seem too needy. Cause god damn it he was more needy than he thought he was. His hands went to hang onto her arm, sighing at the touch.

Click snap

Snap

Click

His eyes shot open to the flashing lights, watching the cameras snap photo after photo. He looked down at (y/n), who had retreated her hands and was now blocking her eyes from the blinding lights. She backed away and grabbed her things, face scrunched and turning so not to face them. She scurried behind bakugou, who got a glimpse of her eyes, which were shadowed in fear. She can’t be seen with him. He turned to the paparazzi, who were asking question upon question.

“I thought you were married!” A man shouted

“Are you cheating on your wife? Who is she DynaMight? A mistress?”

“Look over here! Lady! Can you tell us your name?”

He growled, holding out his arms to cover (y/n) from view “fuck off! Non of ya damn business you bastards” he looked around, and as he did he felt (y/n) back up closer to his side, clearly uncomfortable. He looked back down, seeing her discomfort and went to gently put a hand to her back side. It made her body stiffen, but she went along and let him lead her out of the crowd while still covering her form from the others. She used her coat to cover her face, tucking herself into his shoulder and matching his steps. He found the back of a building to slip behind, putting her in front of him as they lost the group.

He made sure the cost was clear before checking on her. (Y/n) took deep breaths, eyes closed and holding her chest “sorry I…don’t really like my picture taken”

He grunted “its okay. These damn idiots should mind their own business. My love life is non of their concern- I mean- not that I’m in love with you- well I like you- fuck no I mean- your great-“ he was silenced when her hand lightly touched his elbow, making him shut his mouth

“Your covered in soot. My place isn’t far, it’s just a block down. You’ll get sick if you stay dirty like this.” She went to grab his hand, still clearly a bit jump as she only took a couple of his fingers in her hand before beginning to weave herself along the back of the building. He followed wordlessly, in a daze and too stuck in his head about almost confessing right then and there. Before he knew it they were in front of her shop and she was digging for her keys while they went up the steps. She held the door for him, noticing how she stayed by the frame to search the outside, as if someone could be watching.

“Go take a shower and leave your clothes outside. I have a men’s shirt and sweats you can barrow.” He looked at her funny, and she just shrugged a bit “they’re comfortable to sleep in. But I don’t want you changing back into a shirt and pants that are already falling apart from those burns. Your not hurt are you?” He shook his head and she hummed. She sent him to her bathroom, telling him which soaps he should use and fussed over how much he should use. He nearly smiled at that, how she was so easily mothering him. She set some towels out and he followed her over to the door. She walked away, going into her room and as bakugou began to close the door, she was stripping herself from her coat. He paused for a second, (y/n) taking her arms out of the sleeves. The bruises were worse, looking to have set in and darken. She sighed, going over to the mirror and began to look at her self, extending her arms and wincing a bit. Her neck tilted to move her locks out of the way, the prints on her neck matching those all over her. She went to grab the top button of her dress, undoing it, and onto the other, and the other. Bakugou shut the door quickly, taking a deep breath and turning to strip himself.

—

The hero found himself taking a nearly 30 min shower, just sitting there and letting the hot water hit his face. He was too lost in his thought, everything swarming in his head. He finally stepped out and changed into the clothes, taking a deep breath of her scent covering his body. It made his muscles lax, as if there was not problems in the world, only harmony. He stepped out and noticed she was no longer in her room, rather she was in her kitchen. Before he could make any noise, he heard a whimper, a small gasp coming from her lips. He quieted his steps and glances over to the kitchen.

She hung over the counter, a small picture frame in hand as one of her hands lay over her eyes. She was now in a sweatshirt and shorts, clearly trying to be silent while setting the picture down and wiping her face. It was one of Ren, a smiling boy looking up at the camera, holding up what looked to be around be some kind of hearing aid and his hand in a peace sign. She stood there for a moment, collecting herself and startling when bakugous steps made the floor creek. She whipped around, taking one look before looking away, excessively rubbing at her eyes to get the stray tears away. Bakugou went over to her, gently taking her arm and turning her so he could push her body into his, just enough to give her slack to pull away if she wanted. She didn’t, instead she hiccuped, letting his arms wrap around her as she wept. Second later she was pushing him away, rubbing her eyes again and shaking her head.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me”

“It’s okay” he reassured, fighting the urge to pull her back in

“No it’s not I- this is embarrassing that’s what it is.” She took a deep breath, then froze when his hand grazed hers. She began to shake her head again as he ignored it and pulled her in anyway. There was no struggle, just the sway of her body coming back against his own. Bakugou looked down and maybe it wasn’t right, or the right moment, but he couldn’t help but get her to look back up at him and connect his lips with hers. She froze, and he gave her room to move back, but she didn’t, neither did she pull in. The blond didn’t force it, his lips just barely on hers. He pulled away, watching as she refused to meet his eyes and hung her head low, tears beginning to spill.

“Shit- I’m sorry-“

“N-no I-“ she came closer, resting her head against his chest as she stared at the floor “I like it but- I can’t…not yet but I… I want to try, try to be closer. I need time- The things I’ve been through- certain people- I dont think I can…I don’t expect you to wait for me. It’s okay if you dont-mph” suddenly his lips were back on hers, and she stayed hesitant at his taste

“I’ll do what fucking ever as long as you give me a chance. Tell me to fucking jump and I will. Just say it. I want you so badly. I’m yours.” He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and out of her wet face, feeling himself get emotional at the sight. He knew why, why she shouldn’t be doing this, couldn’t do this. There were too many risk but- fuck. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, eyes going to her lips. She nodded, tugging on the shirt and pulling him in.

“Just tell me to stop. We don’t have to.” He said

Before her lips went to his, she spoke, her hold on his shirt tightening. “Please be gentle”

Bakugous chest set aflame, embers beginning to dance and cause his heart to flutter. He experimentally pushed harder against her, loving the way she whimpered into the kiss. He gently trailed a hand to set on her back, hovering over until she helped him do it, taking his hands and placing it on her lower back and the other going to the small of her waist. It was almost as if she fell into him, letting him hold her weight while her hand came to cup his jaw and the other on hang on his arm. They retreated, both huffing for air as his head rested on her shoulder.

He nuzzled his head into her neck, pushing her hair away as she titled hers. He placed a light kiss under her ear, sending a visible shiver through her body. He sucked a spot into her delegate skin, noticing the purple and blue already on her neck. It made him want to cover them, make his own marks but he knew the limit right now. He’d be damned is he scared her off, if he hurt her. She made a low groan, holding his head closer to her. She kissed at his neck when he pulled away, mumbling something about the bedroom. Bakugou moved to pick her up, causing her to gasp at his strength while he went toward the bedroom. Walking in, his mouth refused to leave her, carful not to run into anything. His knees hit the edge of the bed, freeing a hand to place on the mattress as he slowly lowered her down. Once on the blankets, he stood to take off his shirt, quickly climbing back over to capture her lips again. (Y/n) arched when bakugous hand went under her back, tugging at her sweatshirt. She sat up, his hands removing the clothing. His eyes watched as her arms raised and her breast moved with them, settling back into the black lacy bra when she set the hoodie aside. He moaned at the sight, but was quickly thrown out of the state when he truly go a good look at her.

Her arms, chest and stomach littered in bruises, punches to the gut and being forcefully grabbed by….he nearly growled. (Y/n)s eyes widened, seeming to remember them and immediately went to grab the hoodie, looking away as she covered herself. His stomach dropped, grabbing the hoodie and making her look at him.

“Your fucking beautiful” he murmured, guiding for her to let go of the cloth as he set it aside. Her bottom lip wobbled and he took her lips again. He felt his cheeks wet against her returning tears, wiping them away with his thumb “can I keep going?” He asked. She nodded again, taking his hand and placing it on the mountain of her boob. He groaned as he watched, squeezing softly and ripping a moan from her mouth. His dick throbbed painfully in his sweats, fuck. He moved so she was in his lap, hand undoing the clasp of her bra. As it fell, his eyes watched her breast fall, making her jump a bit as his cock hardened further against her leg. He chuckled, going in to suck on one of her perky buds, his hand rolling the right nipple in his fingers. She sung a symphony atop him, balling his hair in her fist.

Bakugou took his time with each, flicking them against his tongue on one and kneading the other. He licked in the valley of her tits, tasting her as he went down and down until only her legs were hooked around him and she was laying on the pillows. His lips hit her shorts, looking up. She was huffing, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. He took it as a sign and hooked his fingers under, tugging her shorts off and throwing them on the floor. He groaned, seeing the wet spot on her panties and went to graze his fingers over it. She jumped, whining and pushing her hips forward. God he was going to ruin her. He almost didn’t know if he could be as gentle as he needed to be.

In seconds he ripped off her panties, throwing those too and settled between her legs. She whimpered at that, hiding her face behind her hands. He reached up, taking them and away from her face.

“Fuck. Don’t hide, I want to see you.”

Her cheeks went pure red, shaking her head again and tucked her face into the nearest pillow. He snorted, not bothering to pry further and kissed just above her clit. Her hips bucked, his hand having to go and rest on her lower stomach to hold her down. He kissed inside her thighs before hiking her leg up and over his shoulder. (Y/n)s arousal glistened in the dim light, sticking to her inner thighs and making bakugou groan. His hips began to grind into the mattress and he took one long stride between her folds before he dug in. The woman sang as her hands clawed at the sheets, bakugou sucking fiercely at her clit. Her legs threatened to close but he held them open, attacking her pussy like a starving mans last meal.

“F-fuck- bakugou-“

“Shit” he gasped for air “it’s Katsuki- please” and he dove back in, swinging her other leg over and bent them to her stomach.

“Kat-“ she whined

He growled, tongue prodding her needy hole, which was soon replaced his thick fingers. He curled up and watched her reactions, every gasp, whimper and moan like music to his ears, fingers stretched her out in the most delicious way. He grinded against the bed as he attached himself back to her clit, making her body arch off the bed and a cry escape her lips. God she tasted so heavenly. He felt her clamp around his fingers and his cock ached. With his fingers filling her and his tongue doing wonders to her sensitive pearl, she came and he quickly retreated his fingers to watch her gush all over the sheets. It was a fucking sight and he kissed in inside of her leg as she came down from her high. Her body shook and she heaved.

“God- such a good girl- so fucking good. You did so good baby- god you taste like fucking honey” he praised, sucking a bruise into her leg. Bakugou let go as she sat up, pulling him back over her and taking him in a deep kiss. Her hand felt over his pecks, the other rubbing circles into his arm. Bakugou pulled away, making (y/n) whine. Her eyes danced like his all around his body as he began to take off his pants then his boxers. She blushed harder as his cock sprang free, watching him stroke it a bit before crawling back onto the bed. She reached to touch him, but he nudged her back down. “I wanna make you feel good” he said, she just blushed further, letting him get back on top as he positioned himself. He looked up, her hands going to grip his shoulders “tell me if it hurts” he said, leaning down to capture her lips as his tip pushed in. She winced at the stretch, whining into the kiss and making him lean back so he could watch her reactions to know when to stop if it was too much. She shut her eyes tightly, nails digging into his skin and creating crescent moons. He went in to kiss her again, trying his best to distract her from the pain of it. Soon he bottomed out, moaning lowly and dropping his head into the crevices of her neck. He kissed her jaw and down to her collar bone until her hands cupped his face, making him look at her. Her eyes were half lidded and she was clearly lost in pleasure.

“Katsuki- move”

That’s all it took, he planted his hands beside her head and pulled out until just his tip lay then settled back in in one swoop. She moaned loudly, hands flying to his back and digging into him. He grunted with each thrust, watching her expressions and what looked to please her most. With every whimper and cry, she screamed in pleasure as he found her g-spot and hit it over and over. Her pleas were an orchestra, encouraging bakugou to nearly slam into her while the bed shook and creaked. He was so fucking close, her gummy walls gripping his length was becoming too much. He trailed his hand down to her clit, rubbing sloppy circles into the bud.

“Cum for me (y/n)- fuck- you so fucking tight-“

Those words seemed to be all it needed for her to break. (Y/n) cried and wrapped her legs around the blond, pussy taking his dick in a vise grip. He groaned, quickly slipping out and began to pump himself, finishing on her stomach. He nearly collapsed on top of her, nearly, but he didn’t want to crush her. Her held himself up, and she lifted her head and began to kiss his eye lids then his cheeks and jaw. He smiled as she did but froze quickly, leaning back and looking at her stomach, which was covered in his cum.

“Fuck- sorry I didn’t know where too-“

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill anyway.” she led his head to look back at her and his heart melted. She looked so beautiful in the afterglow, like a fucking angel. He shook his head, kissing her before getting up to go to the bathroom. She sat up and watched him go around and grab a towel and wet it with warm water, returning and kneeling onto the bed. Bakugou wiped her down, making sure she was clean and then himself. It saddened bakugou how foreign she acted by the care he was giving her, as if...no, she was never treated like this. With kindness. He walked back and put the rag down in the sink, going to turn on the bath and back to gently pick (y/n) up from the bed. She grunted, clearly sore. He set her on the edge of the tub, letting her get in. He turned to find some towels for when they got out, and as he did he saw her smile from the corner of his eye.

He came back and set the stack on the counter and went to step into the tub with her, getting behind as she rested against his back. He took the soap and luffa and began to scrub her down then himself, bringing handfuls of water up to rinse her off. Her kissed along her back as he did, every handful another kiss placed. She was silent, it wasn’t uncomfortable but rather nice, and he wouldn’t speak a word so he didn’t startle her too much. After the bath he dried her off, changing her into a over sized shirt and underwear while he dressed in the sweat she gave him. He carried her to the bed and set her down, falling in behind and letting her snuggle into his chest. She clung to him like a koala to a tree and it made his whole body giddy at how cute the action was, how different he was seeing her. It was a whole other side he didn’t know existed and he loved it.

“Thank you, for taking care of me.” She mumbled, wrapping an arm under and around his torso.

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[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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[rizubaby]

You're Mine | Gonta Gokuhara.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Gonta Gokuhara with a breeding / matink kink.

summary ; being raised in the wild, Gonta's repressed primal instinct has been kept away for too long. It's time he gets to make you his, forever.

tags ; afab!reader, boyfriend experience, breeding / mating kink, slight size difference, rough sex, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; ahh I absolutely LOVED writing this! Feral Gonta is what keeps me up at night, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

The rays of the morning sun gently shine through the curtains of your shared bedroom, the alarm clock next to your bed indicating it's nearly 7:00 am. Last night was one of your weekly date nights, usually consisting of cooking dinner together and watching your favourite movies or tv-shows together while you talk to each other about your week.

Gonta's laying on this back, bare chested with just his boxers on and your soft white bed sheets covering his lower half. He had just woken up, grunting softly as he stretches his arms. He groggily rubs his eyes and turns on his side, now being met with you peacefully sleeping next to him.

He's usually the one to wake up first, and he loves to start his morning off by making breakfast for you and bringing it to you while you're still laying in bed. He'll get in bed and nuzzle next to you as you eat your breakfast, talking about your plans for the day.

Not this morning, though.

Ever since you've been together, Gonta has felt a weird feeling build up inside him. He's aware of what these feelings are, but he's scared that it might ruin things for the two of you. He's very attracted to you and loves you very much, so against his better judgement, he hides this part of himself for the sake of your relationship. He's never told you about it, but unbeknownst to him, you've noticed something is holding him back, and you have a pretty good idea of what it might be.

Hoping it would make your boyfriend finally act on his urges, you decided to tease him. A LOT. You started being more suggestive in certain conversations, or you'd try to seduce him by suddenly sitting on his lap or whispering things into his ear. You could see the internal struggle Gonta was having with himself. All he could think about in those moments was just absolutely destroying you and filling you with his seed. He was content with the vanilla-y sex you two had, sure, but it always took a lot for him to hold himself back and not absolutely ravage you, and he wouldn't be sure what would happen once he'd let himself go.

You decided to wear some... suggestive clothing to bed, in the hopes of making him want to do things to you. And it worked. Gonta slowly moved closer towards you and gently caressed your sides. His face was flushed red, feeling a tent already forming inside his tight boxers.

God, he loved how you looked in that. The color of your silk sleepwear complimented your skintone beautifully and the sheer lace left little to the imagination. He wrapped his big arms around you and gently pulled you against him, his hard-on poking against your butt.

Feeling something poke against you and the weight of his arms around your waist, you slowly opened your eyes. You let out a soft yawn and teasingly rubbed your body even closer against his. "Good morning, baby."

Without saying a word, Gonta held you even tighter as he started planting sloppy little kisses along your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. You could tell he was at the verge of breaking, and that all that was on his mind right now was fucking you senseless. His breath against your skin made your body weak, feeling your nipples harden by the sensation of his bulge right against your entrance.

"S-S/o... Gonta apologize... H-He not contain himself any longer," he mumbles, his tone noticably lower than how he usually talks. You feel your face burning up, reaching up to gently caress his face. "It's okay baby... I don't mind," you whisper, grabbing his hand that was resting on your sides and guiding it up towards your chest.

You hear him gasp softly, even feeling his bulge twitch slightly by the sudden sensation of his large hands on your chest. Gonta immediately gets up and turns you around in one swift motion, now hovering above you as you're facing him directly. Your flushed faces finally meet each other, and you can see a look of lust and desperation in his red eyes.

"H-Honey... G-Gonta want to tell you something," he starts, clearly ashamed about bringing this topic up. You look into his eyes and nod in anticipation. "Gonta... Want to make you his, forever. He... Want to mate with you."

Your face flushes bright red and you place your hands on his face, bringing him in for a passionate, lustful kiss. "I know... Go ahead baby, make me yours," you whisper into his ear, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Like the flick of a lightswitch, something snapped inside him and the last ounce of hesitation disappeared from his mind. His primal instinct had now fully overridden his gentlemanly ways and he hungrily started kissing down your chest, wasting no time in forcefully pulling your clothing off of you, exposing your beautiful naked body. He made his way down your tummy and hips, kissing and leaving hickeys everywhere. He wanted to mark you, making sure everyone would know you're his mate. If you were to walk a little weird the next day with marks all over your body, then so be it.

"G-Gonta..!" You exclaimed as you felt him kiss the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your wet entrance that was eagerly awaiting for him to slip inside. You let your fingers run through his messy hair and held on tight, preparing yourself for the immense pleasure you were about to receive. And he did not disappoint.

He started lapping at your clit and folds, his tongue working it's magic as you arched your back in response. You knew he was good at this, but it was even better when he was in a state of pure primal instinct, wanting to make you so wet that the sounds of you two fucking would be heard from down the street. You heard his hungry groans from between your legs, his big strong hands holding a steady grip on your ankles. You felt your climax approaching, your legs twitching from the pure extacy Gonta's mouth was giving you.

Your climax was about ten times stronger than it usually was, your eyes rolling back as you let out a surprisingly loud moan.

"B-Baby please, p-please fuck me... I need you inside me-" you begged, frantically searching for him with your hands. Not even having enough time to completely come down from your high, Gonta swiftly lifted your legs in the air and over his shoulders. Because of his large physique, You felt like you were almost hanging upside down as your legs hung over his broad shoulders. He looked at you with a wild and lustful expression, instantly telling you that there was no backing down from this. Once he had claimed you as his mate, there was no going back.

He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds, audibly grunting. The feeling of just your entrance without a condom was incredible. He could not believe he was actually doing this with you. His brows furrowed and he gave you one last look before pushing into you all at once, the both of you letting out a loud moan in response. God, he was huge, and without a condom you could feel all of him, his tip already pushing against your cervix without even moving. You grabbed onto his forearms with all your might, feeling him start to move and quickly picking up the pace. His huge cock thrusting in and out of you with an incredible speed made you gasp for air, your eyes starting to tear up from the immense pleasure.

Gonta leaned in for another kiss and groaned loudly, like a wolf hunting it's prey. He felt like a completely different person, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. Seeing you writhe underneath him and nearly lose your mind from how hard and fast he was going made him so close. He stopped for a moment, quickly turning you around on all fours and pushing back into you just as fast. You felt your body getting weaker and weaker, becoming a trembling mess with your ass up in the air as Gonta was rearranging your insides.

"F-Fuck, Gonta y-yes, oh my god..!" you managed to blurt out as uncontrollable moans spilled out of you, his grip on your hips tightening and his nails digging into your skin. He was pounding into you relentlessly, all while hitting all the right spots.

"A-Ah, s-s/o feel so good around Gonta-" he grunted. You moaned loudly into your pillow as your second orgasm washed over you, screaming out his name. The feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him was what finally made him tip over, his huge load of cum finally bursting inside you. He moaned out your name as he came inside, biting your neck in response as he felt your walls milk him of every last drop.

"Is... Is s/o okay?" Gonta panted, slightly worried that he might have just broken you. You nodded in response, not being able to form a cohesive sentence after being filled to the brim with his hot load. A small pool of saliva had formed on the pillow you used to muffle your moans, both of your faces flushed red from the intense sex you two just had. But this wasn't the end of it.

After letting you rest for a little bit, he bred you about three more times before finally collapsing on top of you, panting heavily. Your entire body was marked with bruises and hickeys, and so was Gonta's. Afterwards, he kissed you all over and got you something to drink and a wet cloth for your bruises. The look of satisfaction and slight horror at the sight of you after having just bred you like four times was kind of adorable, so you pulled him towards you and snuggled up against him.

"That was... unbelievable. I love you so much, Gonta..." You managed to get out, your voice sore from all the moaning and screaming. You gently rested your head on his chest as you let your finger twirl around a lock of his messy green hair.

"Gonta very happy s/o did this with him. Gonta loves you a thousand times!" he exclaimed, hugging you even tighter.

"Now s/o is Gonta's mate, forever."

[elithegnome]

EngKat fanfiction for @koolkat9

guest appearances from: @newhetaliafan @piscesgirl2020

Kat yawned, climbing up the three steps to the door of the house she shared with her husband. That day, said girl’s boss (NAMED MR.CLATORFF) made you stay at work late, from 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM as opposed  to the usual 9:00 to 5:00 shift, and she felt exhausted as all hell. Keys jingling, she fumbled with the lock of the blue door, eventually succeeding allowing the blonde (??? The hair looked blonde in your pfp used with those EngKat edits but idk???) to walk into the light yellow entryway. 

“Artie, I’m home!” The newly-arrived lassie called, slipping off your shoes. 

As always, Kat expected the blond haired man to sprint up to her figure and tightly squeeze her into an embrace, but he never came. Concerned, she trudged into the kitchen, peeping around every corner, and he wasn’t there either. With worry,

the Canadian ran to the couch, forcing herself to sit down and pull her cell phone from her pocket. Just as Kat began to dial Arthur, a certain loud individual called you.

“Hello.” She greeted the caller politely.

“Y/N! We kinda need you man!” Eli yelled into the receiver.

“Uhm, Eli I have to decline your offer dear.” The woman refused in the kindest tone possible, “I’m actually looking for my husband at the moment-“

“Oh well today’s your lucky day!” The little midget creature half-shrieked, “He’s right here with me.”

“Well, where are you?”

“…”

“Eli? You there.”

“At the bar down your street.” Eli chuckled sheepishly.

Kat groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You idiot, when I get there I would like a full explanation!”

With that, she clicked the red button, before running upstairs to change clothes. It was going to be a long night for a certain person…

*timeskip*

Kat crashed her way into the bar, glancing around desperately for her husband and whoever accompanied him. Thankfully, he was at the bar, surrounded by five people she’d recognized. His friends, Vladimir and Lukas, and your acquaintances (Okay I don’t know PiscesGirl2020’s or NewHetaliaFan’s names so I’m just making shit up at this point) Pisces, Nefa and Eli. 

Walking towards Mr Thicc Brows, Kat heard him slur his words, a glass of whiskey in hand.

“I’m nOt DrUnK Nefa!” He hollered like a madman.

“Can you even tell the time?” Vladimir raised an eyebrow, pointing at his watch.

“Yes I bLoOdy CAN!” Arthur grabbed the Romanian’s wrist with one hand and pointed at it accusingly with the other,

“I’m NOT fucking drunk!” 

Kat clamored over to the Englishman, grabbing his shoulders roughly. Turning his seat, the girl glared into his green eyes with her  (oh idk I’m legally blind and I need new glasses are they like…amber????) set.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here.” Kat gritted through her teeth.

Arthur used his index finger to face towards Eli, who kind of just shrugged like some kind of dope.

“Look, I invited Pisces and Nefa, who asked to bring Norge here. Lukas asked to bring Vladimir who said he was bringing Arthur. So technically it’s Dracula’s fault here-“

“For the last time my name is NOT Dracula!”

“Shut it or I’ll bring a cross next time!”

“No don’t please-“

Kat rolled her eyes and proceeded to Hoist Arthur to his feet. With that, the aggravated girl proceeded to drag him out of the door.

“Is he going to live through the night?” Lukas scoffed like the SASSY LIL QUEEN HE IS.

“Jeg vet ikke!” She replied at them in a partially aggressive tone. 

(Means: ‘I don’t know’)

“I know that Kat’s not going to be too happy about this.” Pisces shuddered slightly.

Nefa nodded and added to her statement, “Good luck to Iggy.” 

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Practically dragging her intoxicated partner, Kat grumbled curses under her breath. Arthur’s left arm was slumped around Kat’s shoulders, practically pushing you to the ground from his weight. 

“God Arthur-“ You grunted, “Why did you have to do this of tonight of all nights?”

The blond chuckled, “BeCAUsE! I said so- Hey you’re almost as hot as my wife!”

“That’s because I am your wife.” 

He went silent for a few seconds, allowing his outraged spouse to scold him the rest of the walk to the house. After minutes of struggle, they’d finally managed to arrive at their home. 

“Get inside.” The now absolutely gonna-fucking-explode-mom-type-of -angry wife o’ Iggy commanded, Arthur lying face first on the doormat.

“No!” He shouted, “You’re not mY mOm!”

Fed up with his shit, she yanked on his wrists, which he replied to with a screech like that of an owl. (HEDWIG?!?!?!?)

That night was like hell, and even worse for him when he woke up the next day. 

“Ughh, Kat, my head hurts.” Arthur groaned

“Yeah.” His wife scoffed, slamming her book shut (The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller or something idk)”You went out drinking and it was awful to deal with.”

The Brit’s face flushed a vibrant pink shade before he started to speak again, “Oh, I’m sorry dear.”

The woman smirked and leaned in to kiss his lips, with the Brit giving in and pressing back.

“It’s fine Artie, I love you too much to be mad about it forever.” Kat cooed, pulling him into a warm embrace.

“I love you too Kat.”

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I feel like I may have made a fool of myself writing this, as I kept getting distracted and laughing about the potato chips I was eating while writing this story. God I hate ADHD 🥲- But anyway, hopefully this was enjoyable enough. (Not me knowing I need to find better synonyms lmfao)

[whimsicallyreading]

"You should sing the other person's part, this is a duet after all"

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart-

Rowan cringed as the karaoke music blared over the speakers of the bar.

It was 70’s night at The Sea Dragon, and Aelin begged him to come out with their friends. Initially, he’d declined- but the promise of a free drink and watching Elide force Lorcan to sing Celine Dione was tempting.

It didn’t hurt that his fiancé looked great in a gold jumpsuit.

What he hadn’t expected was for their normal, dingy haunt to be so crowded. Their group was stuffed into a round booth right next to the stage. His head was three feet from the speaker and the base was rapidly giving him a headache.

Aelin kept up on her promise, and an ample supply of alcohol was in front of him at all times. It was so far the most enjoyable part of the evening.

Fenrys, Lorcan, Aelin and Lysandra all put their names on the list, but their last slot wasn’t until midnight. By 11:00 Rowan was already several shots and a couple of beers down.

That was his first mistake.

Aelin and Lysandra’s spot was up first. They were much further down the rabbit hole than he was, and halfway through their rendition of “Dancing Queen” the girls were laughing too hard to actually make out words.

Rowan pulled an intoxicated Aelin into his lap and she nuzzled into his neck. “Another round,” he flagged the waiter passing their table.

Lorcan scowled as Elide forced his hulking body onto the stage. There wasn’t enough vodka in the world to make Lorcan Salvaterre happy about karaoke night, but there was little he wouldn’t do for Elide.

“He’s so whipped,” Fenrys chuckled next to him as the music for My Heart Will Go On started playing.

“This isn’t even a 70’s song?” Aelin mumbled against his chest while he filmed.

Elide giggles, “I tipped the MC to make an exception.”

Lorcan made it through the song, half mumbling the lyrics. When he finished, their whole table stood up to clap for him.

He slunk into his seat and scowled at Rowan, “If that video pops up anywhere I’m burning the present Elide got for your wedding shower.”

Aelin pats Rowan’s thigh. “It’s worth it, babe.”

By the time midnight finally rolled around, Rowan was so drunk that the base of the speakers no longer bothered him and some of the singers actually sounded good. Every time the glass or bottle in front of him emptied, Aelin waved for someone to refill their drinks.

He complained about the money she was burning, but Aelin assured him she made more than enough to cover the cost. Rowan still wasn’t entirely used to having a rich fiancée, but on nights like this it could be incredibly fun.

“Okay all you babes,” Fenrys slurred into the microphone, tugging open a button on his shirt. “I’m going to sing a song for you tonight. A good song, but first,” he holds up a swaying finger. “I need someone to join me.”

A familiar tune starts to pour into the room, he’d heard it before but couldn’t quite remember the name. Why couldn’t he remember the name?

“Rowan!” Aelin smacks a hand against his chest. “I love this song!”

“Anyone?” Fenrys smiles awkwardly.

Glancing down where Aelin was still gripping his shirt, he saw something glint in her eyes but he was distracted by her face. His fiancée was so damn pretty.

“You should sing the other part of this song.” Aelin lays her head against his chest and bites her lip. “It is a duet after all.”

“I don’t know babe,” he mumbled, but Aelin looked up at him with those eyes. They were so blue.

Lorcan clasped a hand on his shoulder, “You wouldn’t say no to your future wife would you?”

“Please, babe. I’ll make it worth your while?” Aelin traces a finger along her name on his arm.

He relented.

Fenrys looks relieved that someone finally decided to join him. “Hey! It’s my buddy, Rowan. Come sing with me?”

Rowan stumbles up onto the stage. A mic was pressed into his hand and he looked at it a little baffled. Why was the round part so large?

“Don't go breaking my heart,” Fenrys croons off-key into the mic.

The song was slowly coming back to him. He’d definitely heard it before. “I couldn’t if I tried.”

He sung the words, uncertain if they were the correct ones. Rowan looks into the crowd and when he sees Aelin’s smile, decides he didn’t care so long as she kept smiling like that.

Him and Fenrys dance around the stage, really getting into the groove of the music. At some point, Fen loses his tie, and Rowan undoes a few buttons himself not to be out done. People are cheering them on and it feels good.

That’s his second mistake. He just won’t realize it until morning.

Woo hoo

Nobody knows it

But when I was down

I was your clown

Fenrys bends at the knees, rotating his hips completely out of time with the music. Someone in the crowd whoops, but even slightly intoxicated Rowan knows he isn’t going to do that.

But he really can’t have his best friend out perform him when his fiancée is sitting right there.

So Rowan does the first thing that comes to mind.

Tugging at his shirt, the buttons yield to the force and a few even pop off. People go nuts, he even hears a few whistles come from the back row.

Aelin’s eyes are wide as he tosses the black material at her.

They belt out the rest of the lyrics together. The two of them never stop moving, sweat beads against their brows but they press on.

Don’t go breakin’ my

I won’t go breakin’ your

“Don’t go breakin’ my heart,” Rowan and Fenrys finish at the same time. Everyone goes absolutely wild, a couple people even throw dollar bills their way.

Rowan stumbles off back into the crowd and sinks into the chair next to Aelin. “Did I do good, babe?”

Aelin discretely tucks her phone into her bag. “You did great.”

“No,” Fenrys slams his hand on the table. “We did amazing. They loved us.”

Lysandra snorts. “They loved your abs. You two sounded like donkeys.”

Rowan leans his head against Aelin’s hair. “I’m not feeling great, babe. Do you care if we head home early?”

“Not at all,” Aelin stands up from the table, and he has to lean against her heavily. “I think tonight is unforgettable enough.”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.5: Mukami Yuma [Track 5+6]

Original title: 八つ裂き & 言いなり

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Sir, please put the knife awayーー Shuu’s Do-S Kyuuketsu CD had me low key dying inside because of the knife play elements so I was getting a little nervous during these tracks. Thankfully, he never actually cuts the MC with it but this has to be the most treatening Yuma has ever been. He’s a big guy and has never been afraid to get a little hard-handed with the MC, but some of the stuff he threatens her with is just...nasty. Bad boy, Yuma. >(

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TRACK 5: Cut Into Pieces

*Rustle*

“Finally woke up, huh? ...I thought I killed ya there for a sec. Don’t be foolin’ ‘round, idiot!”

You raise a brow.

“...Aah? Excuse me? Ya wanna know if I’m scared of killin’ ya?...You’re a cheeky one, aren’t ya? Who do ya think you’re talkin’ to, huh!?”

*Rustle*

“I don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout yer life...”

*Rustle*

[00:40] “It’s just that Ruki told me to bring ya back alive, ya see...And unfortunately, it isn’t very wise to go ‘gainst that guys wishes. Well, there ya have it. ...Anyway, if ya keep showin’ me that kinda attitude, Imma mess ya up real good.

Hehe...He only told me to bring ya back alive, right? In other words, anythin’ else is free game as long as I don’t kill ya, right? Hahaha...! In that case...I guess I should put my theory to the test...”

You flinch.

“Hehe. Are ya scared of me? Heh. Then ya shouldn’t have tried to get all cute with me earlier. ...Ah?”

*Rustle*

[01:41] “No point in tryin’ to act all meek now. ...Besides, if ya want to cry and beg for my mercy, maybe I should have ya lick my feet? Whatcha say? ...Bet ya can’t even do that, can ya? ...Geez.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, behave. Imma dismantle ya a lil’.”

*Cling*

“Time to take ya apart. I just so happen to have a knife on hand. ...Take a look.”

*Cling*

[02:17] “It’s shimmerin’, see? Cuttin’ up someone like ya won’t take long. So, where should I start? I’m takin’ requests right now! The right arm? Or maybe your left hand? ...Or perhaps the left leg? The right one? Hehehe...”

*Smack smack smack*

“Or maybe...Ya just want me to go for it without givin’ ya a chance to brace yerself? Oiー”

*Smack smack*

[02:53] “Answer me. Hehe...Hehehe! What happened to that feistiness from earlier, huh? Now don’t go cryin’ on me. I told ya there’s no point in regrettin’ it now, remember? I’m already rarin’ to go after all.”

*Rustle rustle*

TRACK 6: At One’s Mercy

You start sobbing.

“Ahー Shut up...! Yer damn cryin’ pisses me off...Guess I’ve got no other choice...I mean, it sucks I won’t be able to hear yer cries of pleasure like this either but...”

Yuma rips off some duct tape. 

*RIIIIP*

“I’ll just do this...Haah...”

He tapes your mouth shut.

[00:22] “...There we go. Now I don’t have to sit through those annoyin’ noises. I came well prepared, don’t ya think? It’s duct tape. I feel like I might just snap and kill ya by accident if ya keep on cryin’ in my ears. Well then...Gettin’ back to business...”

He picks up the knife once more.

*Cling*

“Let’s put ya on the choppin’ block. (1)”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Aah? The fuck? Don’t try and scream through the tape...Ah? Che. Maybe I should have just put somethin’ in yer mouth instead, what a pain.”

He pulls off the tape again.

“...Hah? What...?”

You beg for his mercy.

[01:11] “Aah? You’ll do anythin’? ...Heh, anythin’, huh? For example? Whatcha thinkin’ of? I don’t mind listenin’ to your offer. ...Oi, hurry up. Hah? Ya didn’t say that without at least havin’ one idea in mind already, did ya?”

You suggest something.

“Aah!? I can suck more of yer blood? ...Heh! I can do that without yer permission as well, can’t I? ...How dull. Don’t be fuckin’ with me, girlie. Honestly...”

You make another offer.

[01:59] “Hah!? If ya should lick my shoes? ...Hah! Can ya even bring yerself to do that? Ya seem awfully prideful to me after all.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Don’t bother, really. ...Aahー Right. ...’Kay. Then try and tempt me.”

You frown.

*Cling*

[02:28] “Ya don’t want to get messed up by this knife, do ya? Beg for me to suck yer blood in the most allurin’ way possible, ‘kay? ...Come on, wrap yer arms around me. Then say...’I’m begging you...Suck my pitiful body dry down to the very last drop, Yuma-sama’...Hehe.”

You seem hesitant.

“Oi, ya better hurry up or I’m gonna slice ya to pieces.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:08] “Yeah...Just like that...Make sure to press yer body ‘gainst mine, ‘kay? ...So, what did ya have to say again?”

*Cling*

“Come on. If ya do a decent job, I don’t mind rewardin’ ya a lil’ in return.”

You beg for him to suck you. 

“Yeah...Exactly. Well if ya aren’t a good girl. ...Not bad at all.”

You grow flustered.

“Ahahaha...Hahaha...That was so lame, I can’t help but laugh. ...Oh well, ya said it though.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Literally he refers to the action of dismembering. 

[detectivehannibal]

Sunday Morning

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader

Tags: Fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

“Is there any particular reason that you’re staring at me?”

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The patter of the rainfall woke you from your peaceful sleep.

Your eyes opened to a dim bedroom due to the lack of sunlight filtering through. Hannibal’s frame was still conformed to you, his arms draped across your delicate body. He was so warm in the mornings, and he kept whatever skin you had exposed from being too chilled. You refrained from wiggling around too much since you didn’t plan on waking him. 

But as always. Dr. Lecter doesn’t miss a thing.

The slight movement of your leg caused his own eyes to open, and his eyes were especially dark in the mornings and evenings. It always sent a little shudder down your spine. 

It was so easy to get lost in him.

You made a regretful face upon unintentionally waking him.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized with a grimace. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He shook his head and settled back into the pillow under him, closing his eyes again. 

“It’s alright,” He replied with a groggy voice. A few silent moments passed before he spoke again. “What’s the time?”

You craned your neck to see the alarm clock placed on the bedside table behind you.

“A little after 7:00.” You stated. 

He let out a single hum, his fingers beginning to lightly trace your back. 

“That’s much too early to start a Sunday. I propose we stay here at least another hour.” He replied.

You laughed at his elegant way of basically saying “shut up and let me go back to sleep.”

Hannibal attempted to go back to sleep, and he was almost successful in drifting back off, but his sharp senses alerted him that he was being watched. Sure enough, he opened his eyes once more to see you looking over his features with dazzled eyes. He furrowed his brows ever so.

“Is there any particular reason that you’re staring at me?” He questioned.

You smiled sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that you’d been caught. Hannibal had a very well defined face. His cheek bones and jawline were beautifully sculpted. His lips were divinely curved and shaped. Even his eyelashes were lusciously long and gorgeous. 

“You’re just cute.” You responded with a shrug.

He exhaled a breath with amusement. Your occasional simplicity was something he found intriguing. He was far from simple. Every aspect of his life was complicated in one sense or another. He found comfort in having you as his source of simplifying things. It kept him...grounded. Simplicity balanced out the complexity that he was drenched with. 

“Naturally, darling. You often reflect the attributes of those you’re closest to.” He graced.

A slight warmth spread on your cheeks at his compliment. He was such an unexpected charmer. You never knew what he was going to say. He was attentive to you in every way - emotionally, mentally, and physically. As strange as it was in the beginning, you found yourself craving his attention. 

You had such a desire for his affection, his love, and just him generally speaking. When you weren’t with him, he was all you ever thought about. When you were with him, you were completely submerged in his presence. Little did you know, that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to be dependent on him. He wanted you to want him. 

The moment you didn’t need him anymore would be the moment you weren’t of any use to him.

This didn’t mean Hannibal didn’t actually care for you. No, no it was quite the opposite in fact. He cared and loved you so much that he wanted to be sure you would be around. It would absolutely devastate him to lose you. No one would ever get in the way of you two. He would absolutely make sure of it. 

Your attention turned to the rain outside. You watched as the dozens and dozens of raindrops raced each other down to the bottom of the outside window sill. This was a perfect way to spend a Sunday morning. You didn’t even have the guilt of being unproductive because the weather was so bad. Hannibal didn’t have any patient appointments on Sunday unless it was an emergency...or if Will Graham called. He always seemed to go out of his way for Will.

This truly was a rare, uneventful Sunday morning. It was absolutely perfect in every way. He would want to get up to make breakfast soon. Now that he was fully awake, there was no chance of him going back to sleep. Before he decided to dive into the kitchen, he littered your skin will sweet kisses. 

He trailed from your shoulder to your neck, paying special attention to your sensitive spots. He had your body memorized like a map. He knew every square inch of you. He knew the parts of your body that you didn’t like to be touched. He knew the areas that he could touch and have you at his mercy. He absolutely worshipped your body. 

Sure enough, his kisses ceased and he posed a single question.

“Would you like to assist me with breakfast?” 

He didn’t usually ask for your help when it came to his culinary hobby. However, he could tell you were going to be extra clingy today. So he figured he’d let you have your way. You nodded eagerly, a radiant smile lighting up your face. You followed as he led you into the kitchen by the hand. He decided to whip up one of your favorite morning meals...and just maybe he’d throw in a little surprise. It wasn’t every weekend that you got a full day off.

Oh, but he was thankful for those occasional Sundays.

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Originally posted: September 1, 2020

Remastered: March 15, 2024

[spiltscribbles]

things you said at 4 am for wolfstar 👀

~Notes: OMFG babeyyyy! Thank you so much for the prompt and I hope you like this!!<3

Things You Said At 4:00 am  |  A Reblog Is Worth A Thousand Stars

~*~

Slowly, Sirius blinks open his sleep deprived eyes  and relishes in the warmth emanating from their hearth like a caressing hand. He squeezes the arm he’s got wrapped around Remus’s slender waste just that bit tighter, and dips  down to kiss the consolation of freckles behind his left ear. Breathes in the familiar scent of citrus and cinnamon and cigarette smoke that clings to his silk like skin.

The cottage— their home— has finally lulled into a still sort of serenity, one  painted with moonlight and whispers of laughter soaked days, and it makes his heart contract. It’s been a decade since the end of the war, and even longer than that when he had finally escaped Grimmauld Place to live with the Potters, but their are still remnants of disbelief. Disbelief that his most cherished of loved ones had escaped those dark days with only a few scratches and a plethora of awful memories. Disbelief that he and Remus’s bond had never severed, that they fell back into one another like a long favored cloak, like it was always meant to be. Disbelief that he’s truly here, wrapped around the man he has always loved more than breath itself, as they gaze adoringly down at the angelic form of their son. Their Teddy.

Andromeda had offered to be their surrogate six years ago now, the day that he and Remus had wed in front of their nearest and dearest and promised themselves to one another for the next eon to come. But it had taken years filled with frightful hesitancy on Remus’s end, and endless research by James, Lily and Sirius themselves to actually except the offer. It’s been nearly two years when they had finally met a Muggle werewolf named Delilah who had three perfectly healthy children who hadn’t inherited the mutation. Remarkably, it proved enough for Remus and all his endless layers of caution.

And now they’re here.

Remus’s sat in his lap while  his raspy tenner  is softly crooning an old, Welsh lullaby that Hope had sung to him throughout his childhood, and Sirius is kissing along his swan like neck while holding up the bottle that a ravenous Teddy is feeding on with gusto, and they’re sat in this  sort of tranquility which Sirius never knew could exist. Merlin, his chest wants to burst with the love he feels for them, to crack right open and bleed out the golden, frothy emotion of adoration he holds for the two most important souls he has ever held, and it’s all too much but not nearly enough and Sirius thinks there is nothing he wouldn’t do just to keep them like this for all their days.

“He’s beautiful,” Remus says dotingly, brushing back a lock of Teddy’s downy hair— the same golden brown as Remus’s own. It’s been a point of contention for them through the past six weeks over who Teddy looks like more, and it’s always come to a draw thanks to the fact that  the Black genes are a strong lot.

He has the same shape to his eyes as Sirius, and the same blueish-gray color on top of that. He’s even got the same, dimpled chin that’s sure to be as narrow as Sirius’s own once the baby fat begins to shed. But he’s also been blessed with Remus’s button like nose, and the freckles that dance across his golden skin. “an angel just like his Tad.”

Remus snorts at him. “Flattery will get you no where Mssr Black.”

“I think flattery got me just about everywhere I wanted to go Mssr Black,” Sirius counters, kissing the hinge of Remus’s jaw, and gingerly pulling out the bottle from Teddy’s open mouth, who’s already begun to snooze. “This one is trouble,” he says while caressing his son’s cheek.

“Just like his Daddy,” Remus leers, eyes glinting with mischief and Sirius can’t believe how just a couple words pouring out Remus’s supple lips are enough to make him so thoroughly dazed. 

“What did I tell you about that word,” he tries to rebuke, but his voice instead comes out haggard and horse and wanting.

“Hmm,” Remus twists around so that they’re facing one another now, smirk back on his perfect, plump lips. “Well ’s four in the morning and this one will be asleep for hours. Maybe you should remind me why I shouldn’t call you that in front of the sprog? Eh?” He asks with one of his brows hiked.

And it’s like a hook tugging against Sirius’s stomach with the sudden and searing want. “You’re a menace Mssr Black.” He tells him sagely, and swears that if all he heard for the next millennia is the sound of Remus’s laughter right then— buoyant and glimmering and kissed by sunlight— he’d be so beyond content.

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