#miss that silly little cat sometimes

[pwurrz]

soon it’ll be a whole year since i lost teddy

[moodyvoid]

Shigaraki, perilously trying to tell you that an enemy’s quirk turned him into a cat.

You, too busy making up silly songs about the new cat you just found.

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Spinner: “Where’s Shigaraki?”

You: “I dunno, but check out this cat.”

You, holding up Shigakitty.

You: “I’m calling him lil Stinky.”

—

You, petting Shigakitty on your lap.

Spinner: “I’m getting a little worried about how long Shigaraki’s been missing.”

Dabi: “He’s probably out pissing around some arcade. Who cares? Maybe I’ll step up and finally give this group a competent leader.”

Shigakitty, walking over to Dabi and swatting him on the head.

Dabi: “Ow-.”

Dabi, spraying him with water: “Bad lil Stinky.”

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You, trying to feed him.

You: “This is premium canned tuna.”

Shigakitty, swatting it away.

You: “Hmm… maybe you prefer chicken instead?”

You turn around to get a different can and turn back seeing Shigakitty with a bag of Doritos in his mouth.

You: “Oh.”

—

Mr. Compress, walking into the room: “I just saw the most peculiar thing.”

You: “What?”

Mr. Compress: “I swear I saw lil Stinky trying to play on Shigaraki’s Nintendo Switch.”

Shigakitty, desperately trying to start Animal Crossing.

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Twice and Toga, trying to teach Shigakitty to play fetch.

Shigakitty, sitting in place as toy mice fly by him, glaring.

Twice: “I don’t think he likes this.”

Toga: “Let’s try something else.”

Twice, opening up a bag of catnip.

You, walking in: “How’s lil Stinky doing?”

Shigakitty, rolling around on the floor, high as fuck.

—

You: “Wait until you meet our leader Shigaraki. I hope he lets me keep you. I think he might. It may be surprising, but he can actually be kind of sweet sometimes.”

Shigakitty purrs and curls up next to you and you both go to sleep.

The quirk wears off during the night.

You wake up, see Shigaraki in your bed, and scream.

Shigaraki sits up and sees he’s back to normal.

You: “Why are you in my bed?? Where’s my cat?!”

Shigaraki: “That was ME.”

You, gasping and poking his face: “Lil Stinky?”

Shigaraki: “Stop calling me that.”

You: “Sorry.”

Shigaraki: “So… You think I’m sweet?”

You, freezing: “I don’t recall.”

—

The league did not stop calling him lil Stinky for several weeks.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm X

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Your wife has always been frowny

She'd always been fairly stoic, your Ale.

With her frowny little face, holding onto the straps of her backpack on her first day of school.

You'd spotted her from across the yard instantly as your mother shepherded you and your brother out of the car.

"Don't go towards her," Your brother said. Older and wiser than you, you nodded.

"Why?"

"Because she's wearing a Barcelona shirt," He said decisively," We like Real Madrid."

"We do?"

"Yes."

He stalked off to his own class and your mother held your hand as she walked you to your line.

"Don't listen to him," She said to you," You can be friends with whoever you want. Football is silly anyway."

Older and wiser than you, your brother may have been but your mother was even older and even wiser so you trusted her opinions more.

So, you went up to the frowny little girl in a Barcelona jersey.

Going up to her transformed into marrying her on the first day of school, under the slide with a kiss on the lips like you'd seen Mami and Papa do when Papa came home from work.

"Amor," Your frowny little wife said the next day when you came into school," There you are!"

She'd taken your hand then and led you into class herself, waving goodbye to both of your parents as she took you inside.

'Amor', she called you.

Never your name.

Sometimes, you would feel a pencil in your back and you'd turn around at your desk, where your frowny Ale would show you her worksheet and say in her monotone voice 'help me please, Amor'.

You'd helped her every time.

Childhood graduated into being teenagers and Alexia finally started to smile more.

Only a little bit.

Only for you.

She lingered outside of your classes, hand already out for you to take when you came out of the room. You walked to school together. You walked back from school together.

She gave you those secret smiles when it was just the two of you, the smiles she never gave to anyone else that would drop the moment someone else arrived.

Straight back to your frowny Alexia who didn't want anyone to know she had a heart.

Your frowny Alexia who still called you her 'Amor' and still held your hand and still looked for you in the crowd.

Your frowny Alexia who frowned all through your (admittedly rushed) wedding ceremony until you two were kissing and went to a fast food place for your first meal as a married couple.

Your frowny Alexia who had Mr Stinky in her arms right now, not noticing that you'd come home from your overnight shift at the hospital.

"You are a stinky boy," She said to him, still blissfully unaware of your presence leaning against the wall. Her voice was as serious and monotone as it was in all of her press conferences but still tinged with affection as your old, senior cat mewed in answer. "Yes. You are. Very stinky."

Mr Stinky mewed again.

"But that's okay because we can give you a bath. I don't mind that you're stinky."

Mr Stinky tilted his head to the side.

"Because you are our son and I love you."

She pulled him closer, cradling your cranky old cat like he was a baby, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

"Well," You said, fully stepping into the room," It's nice to know that you've finally accepted him as our son."

Alexia's cute little frowny face morphed into a smile.

"You're home!"

"I am home," You said, moving towards your wife and Mr Stinky," Hello. I missed you."

You pressed kisses to Alexia's lips, hand coming up to stroke Mr Stinky's fuzzy head.

"Missed you too," She mumbled against you and you smiled.

"Well, I'm home now. Movies and takeout?"

"Takeout for lunch?"

"And dinner."

"And nap time here," Ale insisted," With our stinky son."

Mr Stinky mewed his outrage.

"Alright," You said," I'll order lunch. You can get the blankets."

Alexia was up like a shot, still holding Mr Stinky like a little baby.

"When we have human children," She said," I hope we can all have naps together, amor."

"We will, Ale," You promised," We will."

[catssluvr]

𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚, spencer reid

spencer x fem!reader

spencer likes you and your 'silly' books <3

warnings: r is insecure about her books?, r reads fantasy, so much fluff (usual)

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You sat quietly on your assigned seat at the jet, book comfortably perched on your lap. It was usual for you to curl up on your seat and read on the way back, you made sure to keep a book inside your go bag.

Your go to was a good fantasy book, you found them helpful to get your mind off of work for a bit. You got to be on your own world, no real life worries.

It would be a lie to say it didn't feel quite silly sometimes. Every time your co-workers were holding a book it always felt like theirs was way more intellectual, while you were there reading books about 'fairies and magic'. You were necessarily reading about those but it sure felt as foolish as that.

It's probably why your seat was situated in the corner further way from everyone, or maybe you just liked your own company. You weren't sure.

A sudden movement beside you caused you to jump slightly, closing the book in front of you and covering most of it's cover with your hands.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." Spence. Your adorably sweet and nervous boyfriend. Your relationship was still fresh, what most would call the honey moon phase. You didn't think you ever wanted leave it. Only one month of being his girlfriend was enough to make you realize you wanted it for the rest of your life. Besides, he was your friend way before that.

"It's okay, Spence." You smiled at the way he was standing awkwardly, obviously meaning to ask you if he could sit down beside you. You pated the sit gently and that was all it took for him to jump next to you, shoulder purposely brushing against yours.

"What're you reading?" He eyed the book in your hands curiously.

"Oh- it's nothing, not really your type." You said.

"I'm sure it's interesting anyway, angel." He smiled softly, hand reaching out to rub your knee in a comforting way.

"It's silly..." You mumbled, but your hands moved away from the book, letting him have a full view of it.

"What's there to be silly about it?" His eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion, fingers interlocking with yours and gently squeezing your hand.

"Spencer. You read classics in russian, that sure as hell is way more educational than this." You pointed out.

"Do you really think that matters to me?" He asked, doe eyes refusing to break contact with yours.

"Well- no? I guess i just started to overthink." You scrunched your nose in embarrassment.

"I think you should read whatever you find interesting. Besides, there's really nothing silly about them." He was nothing but sincere, lips meeting your cheek for a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry." You smiled shyly, head dropping to his shoulder in hopes of hiding your warm cheeks.

"No need to." His arm swiftly wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you to lean against him. "Can i read with you? Didn't bring any books with me." It was a white lie, but he really did want to learn more about your interests. And if that included getting to cuddle up with you, he would do it in a heartbeat.

"'Course" You pulled your legs up to his lap, cheek smudged against his shoulder as you opened your book. His other hand reached to grab your calf, squeezing it before settling there.

"For the record, your silly books make me like you even more." He joked but somehow you knew he meant it.

"I like you too, Spence. Lots." You pressed a lingering kiss to his neck, not missing the way he shivered at the touch before returning to your previous position.

Sharing your own little world with him didn't feel like such a bad idea.

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a/n: so tiny but i enjoyed writing it sm <33 for all of my fantasy readers out there

love you,

cat 🤍

[hoe4sports]

The little ragdoll

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x child

A note from the author: Once again, another fic based off my life. This is a part of a potential series called “Musli”. Enjoy!

Warning: Fostercare, anxiety, long fic

Summary: You are moved into yet another foster home, and you spend your first 12 hours with Alessia and Leah. Oh, and their little companion.

-

You sit in the social worker’s car while she talks about your new home. She says that this home is a good home, but she said that too about the Johnson family and the Sussex family. You shrug your shoulders as a respons before gripping the ear of your plush cat tighter. The kitty is white, or he used to be white until your last foster father spilled his coffee all over him. You tried to rinse him in the sink, but your foster sister got upset with you. He is patchy brown now, and he smells of coffee. You don’t even like coffee. But he is the last piece of home you have left; your parents had no family. No grandparents and no siblings or cousins. Just you.

The houses are passing by your window, and you see the car moving from lower class areas to middle class areas to upper class areas and back to lower class areas. All your bad experiences are sadly linked with lower class families. The families where money is tight is statistically speaking where abuse is more likely to happen. The big raindrops rolls down the windows and you watch two raindrops to see who is faster. The answer is none of them; because a big truck splashes the window and vanishes the raindrops.

“The new family is excited to welcome you. They don’t have any kids, but they do have a friend for you”

“A friend? Like a chicken?”

You feel excited. You like chickens, they are friendly and they don’t bite.

“No silly, a kitty!”

Your eyes widen at the thought of living in the same house as a cat. You used to have a cat, back in your real home and the memory of him makes you miss him every day. You loved your cat. You love your plush cat. It sparks a tiny excitement in you, but then again you worry if you are allowed to touch the cat. Sometimes, foster kids aren’t allowed to touch certain toys, animals or even parts of the house. Tears forms in your eyes of the thought of him, and you clutch your hand tighter around the plastic bag of personal items that you own. It’s weird, you decide. You used to have puzzles that mommy would puzzle with you, and books that daddy would read to you. You used to have Barbie and dolls. And mommy would buy you so many dresses. You don’t have any dresses anymore. No puzzles. No books. No Barbie and no dolls. It’s only you, your teddy and a few pairs of pants and shirts. It used to make you feel sad, but you are just thankful for getting out of the last foster home.

The car suddenly comes to a stop in front of a big white house. It is a fancy house made out of wood and you can see what looks like handrails on the top of the house. There seems to be a garden, and there is a nice front porch with flowers on it. You blink as you look towards the door. It has a cat door. It resembles your real home. Where your mom planted flowers in the garden and your dad would cut the grass. It was only last summer, but it feels like a lifetime ago. The sudden onset of dejavu makes you smile. But then, you suddenly don’t want to leave the car. You don’t feel ready to disappoint yet another family. Perhaps, this family have more rules than draw others. There are always so many rules. Rules about what you are allowed to eat to what soaps you can use. So you let go of the plastic bag and clutch your fists to the seatbelt. The social worker opens up your door, and you shake your head. She tries to grab your hand, but you refuse. You really do not want to come out of the car.

She gives you a sad smile.

“Okay, how about you sit here and I’ll go get your new fosters?”

You shake your head rapidly and your little heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. You feel warm, and sweaty, and stressed, and scared.

“I cannot let you sit in the car forever, I’m really sorry. I’m gonna have to lift you out of the car now.”

You close your eyes while your hand unbuckles your belt. The last family made you buckle and unbuckle yourself, so you are no stranger to helping yourself. You unwillingly hop out of the car and hold your kitty tight to your chest. The plastic bag comes along, but it’s too heavy to carry so it ends up dragging behind you. The social worker would grab it, if you would’ve let her; you don’t trust anyone with your things anymore. One family threw away your favourite dress and another lost the last picture you had of your mom and dad.

You find yourself In front of the big front door when the social worker presses the doorbell. It’s late, close to bedtime and the rain is pouring down. You yawn. The door swings open after a few seconds and you get caught off guard. You drop your plastic bag and hide behind the social workers leg.

“Hi! Welcome, please, please come in!” A blonde woman says. You peek at her from behind the social workers leg while trying to decide what category to put her in. She has kind eyes, like your mommy and she is smiling. Your social worker steps forwards which leaves you stumbling a few steps forwards. The embarrassment shows up on your face, but before you say anything; you see the woman reaching for your plastic bag. You know the drill, so you quickly snatch it from the ground before slowly moving yourself to the inside of the home.

You scan the entrance. There is a white built in bench with shoes underneath. You see a coat rack and there is some decor. There is even curtains and blinds on the windows that faces the entrance. It smells like warm cookies and milk, like your mother would make when you were little. Then, you see the other woman. She looks stricter than the first woman. She’s not that smiley, but she dosent look mean. A piece of her hair hangs in front of her eye before she quickly brushes it to the back of her ear.

“Y/N, that is Leah and this is Alessia. Say hi to them, please.”

You can’t say a word. Like all the words and letters of the English alphabet have left your mind. You shake your head rapidly. All the bones in your body freezes and your tears starts pressing in your eyes. You don’t know what to say or how to say anything. You don’t wanna sound dumb, and you don’t wanna sound sassy. The social worker looks down at you and sighs.

“Thank you for taking her in at a short notice. Things weren’t exactly good, and I had to move her quickly. She’s a good kid.”

One of the women squats down to your height.

“Hi, I’m Alessia. Who is this?” she asks. She points to your kitty, but she dosent touch him. You clutch him to your chest, and a silent tear rolls down your cheek. You feel terrified, maybe you aren’t allowed to have him?

“Uh..His name is Meow” you mumble, barely giving her a second of eye contact. Even though you don’t look at her, she looks at you. She waits and she seems to be patient.

“Im happy that you and Meow came to stat with us. We are happy to have you stay here for a while”

You feel scared. A while. How long is a while? It’s one of those adult’s acronyms that you don’t understand. Maybe, if you are good; they will let you stay for more than a while. You decided that you need to be polite, and kind, and helpful. You offer Alessia eye contact, and she smiles warmly at you.

“Oh look, there is someone else excited to see you” Alessia says as their white cat appears. He has white and brown fur, and he has blue eyes. He looks exactly like your old cat. The cat that used to live with you and mommy and daddy. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, and the cat trots its way over to you.

You reach out your hand, like you mother taught you. He sniffs it before instantly bonking his head into your had. Then, her purrs loudly.

“His name is Musli, he is a ragdoll, and he is 4 years old: just like you.”

“Musli” you parrot quietly while looking at the cat. You decide that you like musli and for a second, you feel calm.

“Alright, Y/N, I have to go now. Be good, okay? I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

She pats your head.

“Thank you once again Mrs. Russo and Mrs. Williamson. Call me if any issues or concerns.”

And with that, you are left alone. You, your kitty and your plastic bag is left to yourself. Tears swell in your eyes, and Musli rapidly rubs himself on you. You look down at him, and a teardrop lands in his fur.

“Y/N?”

You look up and you gulp. Time to be good. You nod your head while wiping your eyes on your sleeves.

“We were about to go into the kitchen to have some cookies, do you like cookies?” Leah asks while looking at you.

You nod again as your stomach rumbles. The last time you had something to eat was this morning, when you had a few pieces of carrots.

“Let’s bring meow to the kitchen with us, so he can have a treat too”

Alessia winks, and it makes you smile shyly. You follow the two women to the kitchen; meow in your right hand and the plastic bag dragging behind from your left hand. The bag leaves a stream of water from underneath it, and it makes you feel embarrassed.

“This is where I sit, and this is where Leah sit.”

Alessia points to a table with four chairs. You nod while scanning the kitchen. It’s big, and white. It’s pretty, and there is a gigantic fridge with a tap in the door. You shove your bag next to the wall, careful to not leave it out for anyone to trip on. That way, nobody will get mad at you.

Leah drags out a chair, it’s pink and it has a little step, a little place for your feet and a seat. It’s a children’s chair and you feel confused. Did they have a kid that you don’t know about? It scares you, because that means that there will be a competition and normally, you lose them.

You stand there dumbfounded while Alessia gets the out the plates. Leah gets out the glasses. They are high up, in the cabinets over the kitchen sink. It makes you sad because that means that you can’t help out with the plates.

Soon, everything is set and you are still frozen in the middle of the room.

“Come here, Y/N” Leah says before patting the pink chair. You slowly walk over to her before looking at it.

“Whose chair is that?” You whisper.

“It’s yours, you can use it for however long you want” Alessia says while smiling at you.

You climb up carefully, and you place meow next to you. Alessia puts forward a little bowl of milk, which leaves you confused. Are you supposed to drink out of the bowl? You don’t mind, really, all you want to is to be good. Your hands grab the bowl and you lean forward to drink the milk.

“For meow” Alessia says, and it makes you feel embarrassed. Leah quickly fills up your glass while Alessia puts the bowl infront of your plate. She pats the table, and you put meow infront of it.

“See? He likes it” Alessia says which makes you smile. Then you eat your warm cookie quietly. Alessia tells you about her day, and Leah answers. You just nod along, busy eating your cookie. This feels nice, you think. They seem kind. But you worry that they will be extra mean once you make them angry for being disrespectful, bad or dumb.

After finishing the cookie and drinking the milk, Leah clears the table.

“Thank you Mrs. Russo and Mrs. Williamson” you mumble, scared to say their names wrong. The pair of them shares a sad look before looking towards you.

“Please love, Call us Alessia and Leah. We aren’t your mom or your dad, but we are here to take care of you”

You nod.

“Should we find the bedroom?”

You nod, again.

-

“This is the bed. I didn’t know what colors you like, so I grabbed what we had. We can go out tomorrow to get you a few things. Where is your bag?”

Alessia says. You lift your bag up, and Leah reaches for it.

“Can I help you put your clothes away in the dresser?”

You nod.

“Thank you, Mrs. Leah”

The pair of them frowns, and you don’t understand why. Then Leah takes your clothes out; one by one until they are all taken out. The clothes are all wet from being dragged on the ground, and the pair of them shares a sad smile.

“Im gonna have to wash your clothes, they are all wet and dirty. Is that okay? Then tomorrow, we will get some more clothes” Alessia says while looking at the small pile of clothes.

You nod, but feel confused. Who are we getting clothes for, you wonder. Perhaps they need you to help carry the bags home. You are either way grateful for getting to come along instead of being left home by yourself.

You let out a big yawn, and drop meow in the action. Alessia instantly picks him up and reach him towards you.

“I think that maybe mr.meow needs a bath? Do you want to grab your toothbrush, hairbrush and pj so you can both get ready for bed?”

You look at her in confusion. You don’t own a hairbrush or a toothbrush anymore. It makes you feel dirty and uncomfortable, so you look down at your socks.

“Mrs. Alessia.. I…uh.. I don’t have a toothbrush or a hairbrush” you stutter out. You don’t see it, but Alessia and Leah shares a heartbroken look.

“Okay little miss, you can call me just Alessia and her just Leah. Whatever you want to, ok?”

You nod.

“We will put down toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrushes, hair ties, hair bands and knot spray on the list for tomorrow. Do you have a pj?”

You shake your head.

“That’s fine, Leah will find something for you to wear. Let’s go to the bathroom to get mr.meow cleaned up”

You smile at Alessia while nodding.

“Okay” you mumble out just loud enough for Alessia to hear.

-

Mr.Meow sits in the bathroom sink in a bubble bath. His whiskers are pointing downwards because of the weight of the water. Musli sits next to your feet, and you find yourself feeling safer around him. Your mommy would always say that a cat knows a good person; so if you ever needed to know how to categorise someone; see if a cat likes them. The memory makes you smile. Alessia hands you a tiny brush and smiles.

“Do you want to give him a little scrub?”

You smile and nod rapidly. Then, you get to scrubbing. You scrub, and scrub and scrub. Then Alessia scrubs, and scrubs and scrubs. Everything from his tail to his ears and paws. Soon enough, meow is white again and he goes into the dryer for a few minutes until he is dried enough for you to cuddle him.

Leah steps into the room while you are hugging him tightly with Alessia sitting on the toilet lid.

“Here, I have a little cousin that is the same age as you. She said that you could have this!”

Leah pulls out a pink pj. It’s a set with flowers on the pants and a princess on the front of it. It makes you light up. You nod your head before crashing into Leah’s legs in excitement. Leah looks surprised for a few seconds until Alessia nudges her to have her put her hand on your head. It feels safe.

“Thank you, Leah”

-

After washing meow, brushing your hair with Alessia’s brush and putting on the new pj; Alessia and Leah put you to bed. Or, rather they followed you to your bed while you put yourself to sleep. They turned on the little nightlamp on the nightstand before they said their goodnights. You found yourself laying in bed listening to the sounds of the house, much like you did at the old foster homes. Always waiting for someone to be disappointed with you.

The bed is soft just like your bed back at home. Not your old temporary home, but your old real home. The home you were born into. Where you took your first steps. Where you learned to put the cereal in the bowl before the milk. Where you learned to say please and thank you.

The bedroom is big. It has been painted a calm pink color, and there is a bookshelf with a few books. A few of the books are books you recognise, like the pink glittery one with Pappa pink. There is some toys and what you seem to recognise as Lego. You are not sure if you are even allowed to use the toys, but you appreciate being able to look at them. You don’t really know who they belong to because you arrived so late that you couldn’t think of asking. Your hand presses down on the mattress you have found yourself laying down on. It’s soft, and it’s comforting in a weird way. It feels like what used to be home. Before mom and dad and you took the trip to the local beach. Before one drunk driver changed your life forever. Before your life become something that you couldn’t even recognise anymore,

But the bed isn’t like home. It’s probably the most comfortable bed you have ever had, you decide. Even nicer than the one you once had. The frame is white with butterflies. The pillows are fluffy and the duvet is warm. You like the print too, it is pink with little purple flowers. Even though your new foster parents have spent a ton of money and effort on making this bedroom feel cosy, you end up sleeping on the ground. Not directly on the ground, but on the big thick fluffy rug in the middle of the room. It’s pink too, so you decide that it is perfect to sleep on. This way, you won’t get too comfortable in Leah and Alessia’s home. If you get too comfortable, then it will hurt even worse when they decide to kick you out. That’s why your hands softly pull the duvet and one pillow down to the floor, before laying down on it and wrapping yourself in the duvet. It feels strangely safe to be in this bedroom, in your temporary house. The feeling is new, and you are not sure whenever to regress the feeling or embrace it. You close your eyes slowly, listening to the soft hum of your two new foster moms chatter soothingly downstairs. It leaves you feeling like you are in a state of bliss that allows all the cells in your body to, for once, relax completely. It feels like you are floating, like you are at peace. Meow is in your hand, and musli comes to lay down next to you. He purrs, sending vibrations through your heart making it feel calm. Soon enough, you see your mom and you feel yourself drifting away.

-

The next morning, you wake up terrified. Did you oversleep? Why don’t your foster moms wake you up? You feel anxious. Perhaps you were supposed to wake yourself up? Irresponsible. That would already be one shot. You only get three. That’s what the other fosterfamily told you. Three shots and you are out.

You are only four, so it isn’t expected of you to wake yourself up. But you don’t know that. You drag yourself out of bed, and then it hits you: oh god. You fell asleep on the ground, but you woke up in the bed. Was it wrong of you to sleep on the floor? Did Leah or Alessia put you in bed? Maybe they are upset with you? It scares you to the point where you feel yourself shiver like a chihuahua.

You stumble out of bed before making a silenced run to the door. You shuffle down the hallway until you see the staircase and you peek out from behind the handrails. It smells like coffee, and pancakes. You find a place to sit in the staircase where you can look into the kitchen, but still be partially hidden by the shadows of the dark hallway.

Leah and Alessia is in the kitchen. Leah is reading something from her phone out loud and Alessia is listening while making pancakes. You can see orange juice on the table as well as jam, cheese and milk. Leah has a cup of coffee with milk in it. It’s light brown, and you recognise it because your old foster mother would tell you to put milk in her coffee for her.

You can feel the hunger growing in your gut, and you hold meow close to you while closing your eyes hoping that it will disappear. Then, Musli hopes downstairs. He sniffs your arm before meowing at you. You quietly try to shush him, but it doesn’t help.

“Y/N? There is breakfast for you in here love”

Leah says while smiling at you from the kitchen. You look back at her with wide eyes. Musli is still rubbing himself on your shoulder, and you force yourself to stand up. You quickly go to the kitchen, not wanting your new moms to wait. Waiting isn’t a good thing, especially when they are waiting on you. It can cause them to be upset with you. You don’t want that.

You hop up on the chair you sat in last night, and your eyes widen when Alessia places a pink princess plate infront of you with a few pancakes on. Are all of these for you? You feel confused. She hands you a fork, not an adult fork. A tiny fork with a bunny engraved into it.

Alessia sits down, and you look at her. She is now eating, and you look over at Leah who is pouring herself juice. You feel conflicted; if you ask if it is for you then they might take it away because you seem ungrateful. But if you don’t ask, then they can get upset with you for eating everyone’s breakfast.

“Uh, Alessia? Can I eat this?”

“Huh? Are you allergic?”

“What’s allergic?”

They both share a sad look, but to you; it looks like disappointment.

“It’s for you baby, just eat however much you want”

You look at Alessia and Leah. Sceptical, yet grateful. You nod before you start eating. Then you realise that you might need to eat everything; because you don’t know if you are gonna get another meal today. It feels strange to sit here with two adults eating pancakes. Musli is sleeping by your chair. It almost feels like a dream. Like something that is taken out of a movie. But it’s a movie that you don’t want to end. That’s the thing about movies; they always have an end.

[saturnnelahy]

Minho is the type of boyfriend who….

I can't stop thinking about Minho being the kind of shy boyfriend who, when he's in public, keeps quiet and doesn't touch you too much, but always keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay and happy. But when you're at home or alone, he's so sweet and gentle, smiling silly at you and doing whatever you want.

Minho who doesn't usually call you affectionate names or say "I love you" all the time, but in the morning when he thinks you're still asleep he whispers how much he's in love and how much he loves you. Who wakes you up with a slight smile and says "good morning, my kitten", giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Minho who is extremely needy when he's sick or very tired, wanting to lie next to you all the time, giving you hugs and asking for kisses to help him get better, because for him your kisses are the best medicine.

Minho who isn't much of a talker because he loves to listen to your voice while you talk about your day and the things you like, who loves to sit in silence watching you do even the simplest things because to him you're so beautiful that he could spend eternity just appreciating you.

Minho who won't verbally ask for affection but makes a cute face every time he wants you to hug him, who will always roll his eyes and grimace pretending he doesn't like it when you hug him or shower him with kisses but who secretly loves it when you do.

Minho who will tease you in front of others, calling you needy for always hugging him and wanting his attention, but who would be very sad if you didn't, because he loves being in your arms.

Minho who gives you a little kiss every time he leaves the house or comes back, and who would be hurt if you left without saying goodbye.

Minho who asks you every day if you've eaten and who likes to cook you his favorite foods. Minho who is always trying out new recipes and saving some for you.

Minho who loves to sleep on your lap or with his head resting on your chest while you stroke his head, and who, on days when he's feeling vulnerable or exhausted, asks to be the smaller sleeper while you give him light kisses on the neck.

Minho who always misses you when you're on tour and calls you every day, sometimes just to be quiet or to hear you talk about something. Who secretly takes one of your coats to wear when he misses you so much that he can feel closer to you.

Minho who loves to see you wearing his clothes or accessories but who always teases you about it just for fun and to see you smile.

Minho who has thousands of photos of you with his cats saved on his cell phone, and who carries a cute photo of you in his wallet.

Minho who always looks at you in such a passionate way that it makes you shy, who always kisses you with such passion that it makes your legs weak and your cheeks blush, which makes him laugh softly and kiss your forehead gently.

Minho who loves you very much exactly the way you are and who tries every day to be the best boyfriend in the world for you

[luvtak]

Dating Stray Kids

❀ seriously criminal amounts of fluff. mostly gender neutral and basically unedited :/

❀ a/n this took years cause theres so many of them but i hope it doesn’t flop 💖💖 love you guys!!!

❀ w/c 2419

Chan: You were never even dating this man, you went from friends to married in like three days—one day you were single and then you were a mother to seven boys. So many days sitting in his studio listening to what he’s conjured up. Never leaves in the morning without giving you a kiss. Always looking out for you, walks on the busy side of the street and puts his hand up to shield your head when you get in the car. Listens so attentively whenever you’re speaking to him. Wraps you up in his clothes and the warmest blankets when you say you’re cold. When he can sleep, he lays directly on top of you. Is always asking how you are and genuinely wants to know all your daily ailments. Slightly teases you then hugs you so tight if he sees it annoyed you. Will kiss you anywhere and everywhere, then gets shy when he realizes you’re not alone. Is interested in all your interests. Hands are never kept to himself; he is all over you 100% of the time, always smiling when you’re around. Brings home little trinkets from tour that made him think of you. Writes you songs, unlike Jisung they are really sweet and poetic. Calls you all sorts of little names and giggles when you smile about it. Cuddles with you all night even if he can’t fall asleep. Leaves blankets and snacks in his studio for when you come visit. Texts you to watch channies room then gets shy when you actually do. Miraculously pulls out an extra sweater for you and pretends like he doesn’t always carry one around for you. Always has an arm around you or a hand in your pocket. Cradles you like a baby when you’re sad. He just loves you sm and takes care of you like your another one of his little ducks.

Minho: So lovely, but also your nemesis—kisses you then tells you your hair looks silly, or your outfit doesn’t match. Packs you lunches and reminds you to bring a coat. Is always telling you to text him when you get home, he doesn’t want to be controlling but he gets so worried. Says I love you first then acts all cocky when you say it back. I feel like he does things for you under the guise of you doing it wrong, when the truth is he just likes doing things for you. Never shows physical affection in front of other people but speaks to you in the sweetest tone, it’s almost more intimate. Washes your face for you and helps put you into pajamas when you’re too sleepy to do it. When you can’t sleep, he’ll lay next to you and tell you funny stories until you pass out. Kisses you all over your face when you’re sad. Fiddles with all your jewelry, he’s so gentle with it you don’t notice until you realize a ring is missing and see it on his pinkie. Thinks you’re so cute, sometimes he can’t help but talk to you like you’re one of his cats. Hugs you so so so tight and presses soft kisses in your hair. Tells you he misses you then threatens you to not tell anyone what he said. Takes you on special dates for no reason other than to make you smile. Calls you a certain pet name so often sometimes the boys forget its not your name. He not so secretively treasures you and makes sure you know when his teasing goes a little too far—you’re just so precious to him it’s hard for him to express in words.

Changbin: Super domestic and accepting. You could seriously tell him anything and he’d be like “okay, that’s great, honey!” Takes you to the gym with him and kisses you after every set. Loves sitting and doing nothing with you. Genuinely thinks you’re the most wonderful thing he has ever encountered. Constantly trying to impress you: flexing when he knows you’re looking, telling his best jokes when you’re around, bringing home expensive dinners. Pulls you into his arms to dance while you cook for him. Your biggest hype man and will never hear you say anything negative about yourself. Is always trying to pick you up, you could be dating for five years, and he'd still be giving out pick up lines. Whenever you hurt yourself, he’s going to kiss it better, no matter how dramatic it is—you have a splinter, here’s a kiss! You’re in the hospital, another kiss! Pretends to like things just because you do. Literally never says no to you. He talks about you so much; all the boys know everything about you before they even meet you. Every time he sees you, he’s going to lift you up and spin you around like you’re in some cheesy movie just so you’ll laugh. Always hugging you. #1 advocate for daily naps just so you can cuddle. Talks about your future like its already set in stone, like you’re getting married no matter what. Is so proud of you and the fact you’re together—Only has good things to say. Gifts you so many stuffed animals to cuddle with when he’s away. Calls you the most nauseatingly sweet pet names and holds you like your porcelain. You’re literally his little baby and he’s going to love and care for you if it’s the last thing he does.

Hyunjin: The most intimate and earnest boyfriend. Even if you’re the two most different people he convinces you you’re soulmates, you’re split aparts fr. Constantly playing with your hair. Tells everyone he doesn’t like skinship then wraps himself around you. Says something really sweet then acts all shy when three months later you’re watching a drama and the romantic lead says the same line. Uses your shower stuff and perfume so he can smell like you. Kisses every mole and stretch mark he can see. Whenever he sees something pretty he tells you it reminds him of you before roasting you within an inch of your life. Your house slowly becomes his house because suddenly everything he’s ever bought ends up there. CEO of romantic gestures—sends you flowers every chance he gets, writes love letters, and paints pictures. Wears a locket with your picture in it. Has a polaroid of you in his phone case. Sends you stupid tiktok’s and all he says is “it’s you.” So many bookstore and art museum dates. Late nights filled with dramas and skincare—after every step he gets a kiss! Thinks everything you say is funny. Loves you so much sometimes all he can do is cry because you’ll never know. Loves seeing you get along with the boys but as soon as one gets a little too close, he’s shooting them the biggest side eye. Always has snacks on hand for you—biggest fear is of hangry you. So tender and empathetic that when you get upset, he also starts getting emotional. Sometimes when you’re out together he gets really quiet and when you turn to see what’s wrong, he is just staring at you before he breaks out in a huge smile. Life with him is full of giggles. You’re his favorite person in the whole world and he’s yours!

Jisung: So deeply infatuated with you he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. Every time he looks at you, he gets all moony eyed. Is always touching you in some way—hand on your thigh while you’re eating, arm around your waist while you walk together. Has lists of movies you need to watch together in his notes app. You’re a very cozy couple, almost always in pajamas and watching a Miyazaki movie. Definitely writes you songs, but not sweet ones they’re the worst improvised lines about how much he loves you. For all his goofy antics, as soon as you’re alone he’s becomes so quietly domestic—bringing home dinners and doing facemasks. Begs you to watch scary movies with him so he can have an excuse to baby you after. Talks about you nonstop, tells the boys jokes you told him just so he can say “isn’t my s/o so funny?’ Cuddle monster—needs them or he’ll start being mean to all the boys. If you’re someone who wears heels, he’d def be the kind of boyfriend to walk barefoot in his socks so you could wear his sneakers. Pulls at your cheeks and coos like you’re a baby. Takes so many photos of you from awful angles and won’t listen when you tell him you look terrible. So many forehead kisses. Has never called you your name since you got together, it’s always baby, and if you even dare to call him Jisung he’s going to have a breakdown trying to figure out what he did. Hands are permanently linked. Never leaves a conversation without an “I love you.” He thinks the world of you, so fond of everything you are and makes sure you never forget it<3

Felix: So so so so precious. The perfect boy, so sweet and tender you could never second guess his feelings. Loves so hard and so deep that everyone who looks at the two you knows just how he feels. He’s so open with all his feelings, you almost never fight. The kind of boy who brushes your hair and rubs lotion onto your legs. Compliments you every day, and not just saying you’re pretty, but the most earth-shattering no other compliment could ever measure up compliment. Is so interested in you, tries to learn everything he can. Since you met this boy, you have not tied your own shoes once, does it for you every time. Matching everything, wants everyone to know you’re together, as if anyone couldn’t pick it up from the way he’s draped all over you. Favorite thing on earth is when you sit with him doing nothing, he could be doing something he’s done a million times, but as soon as you’re around its better. Presses the softest kisses all around your face—nose, eyes, then lips, every morning to wake you up. Sings with you so loud in the car to all your favorite songs.  #1 PDA advocate—does not care who’s around he will be affectionate. Always fiddling with your clothes. Makes you sweet treats and tells you they’re made with love. Could listen to you forever, sometimes he’ll bring up something he knows you love just so he can hear you toddling on. Buys you too many presents but will never accept you spending money on him. Never lets you walk home alone or open the door for yourself—if he can do it for you he’s doing it. Loves you so deeply you can feel it in every word.

Seungmin: Such a bully boyfriend. Never lets you live—if he can find a joke in it, he’s saying it, but at the same time never lets you second guess how he feels. While he won’t be lovey dovey all the time, but you can feel his affection in how he takes care of you—If you ask him to do something he’s going to complain, but that doesn’t mean he’s not doing it. Makes bad jokes so he can kiss the disappointment of your face. Orders your favorite for dinner and acts like its no big deal. Pretends not to but relishes in your affection. Will stop whatever he’s doing as soon as you say his name a little too seriously. Super shy with PDA but is constantly holding your hand. Is always talking about you, telling the other Kids stories about you until they have to tell him to shut up. Your biggest fan: puts up your graduation picture and top graded essay up on the fridge and is always bragging about you to others. Sings you to sleep when you’re tossing and turning. Teases you all the time but as soon as someone else does they better run for cover. Remembers every little detail about your life, even things that you’ve forgotten. Is secretly very sentimental and has all sorts of keepsakes about you and your relationship. Is not going to be all over you in public, but as soon as you’re alone he’s in your arms and telling you how much he cares about you. If you’re ever sad he’s going to be cracking all sorts of jokes just to you see you smile before he asks you what happened. He’s so silly but so so sweet, you never go a day without laughing.

Jeongin: The sweetest and cutest! Obviously super smiley, but with you his smile is somehow even bigger. Loves to match with you and help pick out your outfits. I do think if his s/o was someone who got their nails done that he’d love to pick out the design. Always packs snacks for you in his practice bag and an extra hoodie in case you get cold. While he may not be the most openly affectionate, he quite literally brings you everywhere, you’re like his third arm. Peppers sweet little kissies all over your knuckles when you’re not paying attention to him. Laughs at all your jokes even if they’re not funny. Thinks you’re the cutest!! Sends all sorts of funny pictures when he’s away so you don’t miss him too much. Constantly teases you just so he can see you roll your eyes at him. Pulls you into every photobooth he sees. Buys a bottle of your perfume to bring with him on tour. Fusses over you all the time—fixing your clothes and making sure you’re warm enough. Acts all tough in front of his hyungs but as soon as you’re alone he’s begging for cuddles. Makes playlists of all your favorite songs to play when you’re in the car. I think he’ d be too shy to call you pet names but he always says your name so soft and sweet its like he’s calling you one. Sings every love song like they’re for you. If your hair is long enough to put up in a pony tail he will tug on it, not too hard or anything, but just enough for it to be annoying. Both his wallpaper and lock screen are of you all cuddled up together. Very in love with you and even if he doesn’t express it in words everyone around you knows.

© luvtak

[inkskinned]

you keep having dreams about the holidays. in this last one, everyone is happy again, and it is a good day for a moment, the way that sometimes peace could settle in restless clumps over everyone's head. your father is downstairs, everyone else is picking a movie to watch. your cat is still alive and in your mother's lap. you aren't afraid to go into the kitchen to eat, the guilt isn't there yet, and everything is free. your dog is lying down with your siblings, tongue lolling out his mouth. everything feels warm and silly.

you see your hand in the kitchen and you see the light of the fridge click on and some part of you says go back into the living room, you're missing the good part. this is how you spent most of your childhood: when you weren't in the room, it was alright. being in the room was the problem. you spent so much being present wishing someone would notice if you left. you love these people. there is something fundamentally wrong with your head. you stand in the kitchen and feel that rabid heart of yours; the one that tries to make you leave any situation, even when you're wanted.

you don't have this anymore. the mashed potatoes you pull out of tupperware containers spell out big letters on the counter. when you wake up, this isn't the life you have anymore.

sometimes that's an amazing thing - you are so glad you're out of this fucking house. when the peace breaks here, it shatters into months-long screaming. these gulfs and valleys are illusions. you're holding your breath even in the memory, waiting for the wrong thing to happen, the thing that splinters the family.

but sometimes... it would be nice to have this version of the house back. the fire is roaring. someone is laughing so hard it sounds like they're crying, wheezing through the story they're telling, michael buble is singing. in a few hours it will be time for pie, but in the meantime you're going to watch some fast and the furious something. you're all going to talk over most of it, quip lines at each other like it's mystery science theatre. you're all just about to start a board game or maybe a family art project. you're just about to hang up garlands.

someone asked you recently - what if you wake up and it's november of 2013. there are a lot of things that you would be horrified by. the things you'd have to relive, the bitter slow pain of recovery. and fuck, you'd still have to escape him, and the parts of this house that are ugly. to deliver yourself, mangled, into the long road you take in therapy. fuck that entirely.

but you'd also have this moment back, standing half in the kitchen and half in the living room, talk-shouting at your siblings, wiggling and dancing, throwing karate chops at each other and splitting the last crescent roll and gleefully telling college stories your mother really doesn't want to know. the house like this is warm, held in this space before-things. in this world it will be a few years before your family is splintered. these days you have to get in a car to travel to each visit, looping each person together in a little embroidery constellation. here it is loud. it will be a few years before the holidays are quiet, reserved, a little distant.

in the dream, you waver, your hand outstretched. for the love of god, go back the room. go back in and tell them you love them, tell them what this means to you. for the love of god, go now!

you're gonna wake up soon.

[borathae]

Galaxies

"You and he create galaxies when you are together."

Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Comfort Smut, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: Domish switch!Yoongi, subby switch!Reader, they're actual soulmates, their connection is so deep i'm in pain, love making, having to stay quiet, some flirty bickering because it's them, a short sexy fight about Dominance, oral (both receiving), handjob, pussy fingering, eye contact & hand holding, lots of kissing, he eats her pussy in multiple ways, and worships her breasts, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampie, slight strength kink but make it magical, cowgirl position morphing into lotus position, dirty talk but make it romantic with a pinch of sexy, something magical happens between them, cuddles & snuggles & giggles for aftercare, they're so in love i'm gonna cry

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i always thought that i couldn't get any more obsessed with them and then i introduced witch!yoongi x witch!reader and i actually became INSANE for them like i'm in pain they're meant for each other 😭💜

《 Bonus Smut to this 》

Yoongi is under the covers, reading, when you enter the room. He looks at you and looks away instantly, doing a terrible job at hiding the widening of his eyes. A flush of his cheeks follows.

“Are you being shy because I’m in my towel?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“I’m not shy”, he defends himself, staring into his book obsessively.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you say and drop the towel to change into your pyjamas instead. 

Yoongi doesn’t look at you directly even once, but tries to sneak one hidden glance from the corner of his eyes. 

“I saw that”, you tease him for it.

“I didn’t do anything. Whatever, good night”, he babbles and slams the book closed, proceeding to lie down on his side with his back facing you.

He makes you laugh. He is so effortlessly funny.

“Gosh, you silly you. What’s the matter?” you coo, bending down to hug him. 

He has his eyes closed and lips pulled into a thin line, almost as if he is trying really hard not to look. 

You snicker, pecking his cheek.

“I love your silly bum” you say, giving his butt a soft slap as you straighten back up.

Yoongi grumbles something unintelligible.

You bring the towel into the bathroom to dry and get two glasses of water from downstairs. Your grandparents have gone to sleep already, Taehyung and Jungkook seem to have come home as well, judging by the painting equipment on the dining table. They are nowhere to be found, however their jackets are missing. They must be outside. You could look for them, but quite frankly and with no ill intent, you don’t want to. You want to go back to Yoongi and tease him some more.

The man of your hour is back to reading.

“I’ve got water”, you announce yourself, placing the glasses on the bedside table. 

“Mmh.”

You climb onto Yoongi’s lap, staying there for a little until he finally looks at you over the edge of his book. He cocks his right brow up in question.

“Boop”, you say, poking the tip of his nose with your finger.

He blinks rapidly, moving his head back like a cat surprised about being touched. He even ogles your finger, going a little cross eyed for it.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most boopable nose ever?” 

“What?” 

“Boop”, you do it again, forcing Yoongi to show off his double chin from how aggressively he tries to ogle your finger.

“What are you doing?” his voice is distorted from the position.

“Has no one booped your nose before?” 

“What? No?” 

“Boop.”

“What is that? Why are you doing this?” he sounds so adorably stressed about the unfamiliar affection.

You have to laugh, cradling his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss on the nose.

“You’re so fucking adorable, gosh you”, you say, biting his nose softly before giving it a second kiss. 

You sit back, sliding your hands to his chest. His pulse is a little raised. Cute.

“It’s affection. It’s nice. When you boop someone it means that they’re being playful with you and that they think a part of you is especially cute”, you explain and poke his nose, “boop.”

“Okay?” he tilts his head to the side, lifting his right hand to poke your nose, “boop?”

“Yes, exactly, but you have to raise your pitch as you do it. Like this. Boop.”

“Boop”, he barely raises his pitch.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. His eyes soften, he lets out a breathy chuckle, poking your nose again.

“Boop”, his voice was perfectly pitched.

“This was perfect”, you exclaim, wiggling on his lap because he makes you so giddy.

“Okay, if you say so”, he says in a chuckle, looking back into his book with a slight shake of his head. He is smiling to himself. 

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, rolling off of him to drop into the pillow. You stretch your arms from yourself, tracing his outer thigh like this.

You have luminescent stars on your ceiling. When you were little, you always counted them until you fell asleep. You find yourself doing it again, except that you can’t seem to get sleepy enough. You are a little droopy, but definitely not sleepy. Yoongi finished a chapter in the time you counted the glowing stars, now finding himself in the middle of the next chapter when you roll to your side beside him. 

You are under the covers, having them pulled up all the way to your ears. 

Yoongi notices your eyes on him and looks down. You are gazing at him as if he was the brightest star in this room, giving him a cute toothless smile the moment your eyes meet.

“Should I turn off the lights?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“I counted the stars a hundred times”, you tell him.

“You did?”

“Yeah”, your smile grows, the sparkle in your eyes does as well.

Yoongi feels his pulse speed up just a little.

“I like looking at you”, you say, showing him your teeth in a grin.

Yoongi is melting. You are so adorable.

He brushes the back of his hand down your cheek. You accept the affection with closed eyes.

“You’re beautiful”, he says softly, looking back into his book.

He tries to pull his hand back, but you stop him with a small “no”.

He studies you curiously. You are turning your back to him, wiggling it out of the blanket.

“Can I have scratches?”

Yoongi begins to scratch your back wordlessly, holding the book with his other hand and using his thumb to flip the page. He’s got the hand size for it. 

You like this so much. Back scratches are the best thing ever. They are so tingly and relaxing. Yoongi never stays at one place for too long, touching whatever inch he could reach and alternating between different patterns. He also switches between using his fingertips and using his nails, adding such amazing sensations to the innocent affection.

You are significantly sleepier when Yoongi’s arm grows tired and he has to take a short break by scratching your scalp instead. You showed him how he could do it best in order not to tug on your hair or damage it and he is doing it exactly like that, using a little bit of pressure because you like it. 

You visibly melt into the touch, inching closer to him until your butt touches his leg. You let out a little sound of comfort, nodding your head.

Yoongi looks at you, lowering the book for a moment. Something inside him shifts into the right place, granting him access to his sweetest realization.

He is actually taken.

He has someone who sees him worthy to date. 

He makes someone feel safe in his presence, safe enough that she loves him.

He can be gentle and soft and tender. He can make someone feel good.

He isn’t alone anymore, holy fuck, he is actually taken.

This is his reality.

Yoongi places the book aside to spoon you instead, putting his arms around you so he can pull you against his chest. He buries his nose in your neck, giving you a soft squeeze. 

You giggle, snuggling into him instantly.

“My princess”, he whispers.

“Your heart is racing so much.”

“I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too, my love.”

“Mhm my princess”, he lets out in a breath, following it up with a kiss to your cheek.

“Tickles”, you snicker.

He chuckles with you, wrestling you gently until you are on your back and he can kiss every inch of your face. You accept it with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach. The day must have been really, really amazing for Yoongi because you have never witnessed him so affectionate before. Quite frankly, it drives you mad in the fluffiest of ways. 

Yoongi ends his love attack with a big smooch to your lips. 

“Mwuah”, he lets out, scrunching his nose, “that was affection too.”

“I might actually pass out. You’re so cute, oh god.”

Yoongi takes your hands and pins them above your head, holding them softly.

“You’re cuter”, he says and rests his head on your chest. You try to hug him, but his hands keep a tight grip around yours. 

So you stay pinned down and under him, while Yoongi nuzzles your chest, breathing deeply as he does.

“Your heart’s racing.”

“Because you are so affectionate. I’m not used to it.”

He lifts his head, looking at you.

“I can be affectionate.”

“Yeah, you can. Just not so cutely.”

“Is that so bad?”

You shake your head, “it’s the best thing ever. I like it so much.”

“Mhm”, he lowers his eyes, letting them run over you mindlessly. 

Somehow in the nice silence of it all, he managed to throw one leg over yours, now resting it between your thighs. Like this, you are so close, separated by nothing but your thin sleeping clothes. 

Yoongi meets your eyes again.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too, my love.”

He cups your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“I like it a lot that you always ask me, you know?”

“Yeah well, it means a great deal to me to know you want it. I’m not Hades”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“Oh god, not that again. Yeah, you definitely aren’t him”, you say and ruffle his hair, “come and kiss me, you softie.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, falling into the kiss with closed eyes and a happy purr. 

He wants to savour every second of the kiss, just as you want to do the same. And because you and he want to cherish the kiss with such care, it happens that it lasts oh so very long. The touches are adoring and full of love. Your limbs never truly break apart, tangling closer together as the moments become longer. 

Distance is only truly present when you have to breathe and even during those moments, you stay oh so very close. 

You spend a lot of time on your back, but Yoongi spends just as much time on his back. Truly, the bed might be small, but you roll around in it nonetheless as time passes in the sweetest way. 

The night is a lot darker when Yoongi begins breaking the kiss more and more often. You shift your legs to get more comfortable, brushing against his middle this way. The reason for his sudden need for so many breaks reveals itself to your skin hard and a little wet.

“Ah-hm”, he lets out, following it up with a huff of air and a messy kiss to your neck.

Tingles run through you. You move your leg again. 

Yoongi reaches down and stops it gently.

“Stay still, please.”

“Boongie, did you get hard?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…so nice.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, embarrassing him so much that he breaks away and flops to his other side.

“I’m sorry”, he says into his hands, which he has thrown over his face.

With a fond chuckle, you spoon him, trying to drag his hands away from his face.

“Why are you apologising?” 

“I, I’m not sexualising you. I swear, I’m not.”

“Gosh, you silly boy”, you say, rolling him to his back. You straddle him, grinding down on him purposefully.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and squeezing his legs together. His hands grasp your hips, squeezing desperately.

Perfect. What a perfect little reaction.

You put your weight on his thighs, placing your hands on his chest. His heart is racing. 

“You’re worrying about the silliest things sometimes. I like when you get hard.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I do”, you dance your fingers to his neck and close them around it. 

Yoongi parts his lips, fluttering his lashes droopily. You aren’t even applying pressure and his head already feels heavier than before. 

“It’s so hot when you get hard for me. Can I give it a feel, my love?” 

He nods his head, humming a shy yes.

You keep your dominant hand on his neck, using the other to feel him up. His sleeping shorts are very thin, giving you the most delicious sensations on your fingertips. You like how hard cock feels under clothing. How it is just so there and hard and how you can feel out the shape of it. You especially love it when Yoongi gets hard because he is a very leaky man. His once dark grey shorts become almost black at the parts where his tip naturally lies. Wet and sticky. That’s how the fabric feels as you trace him. 

“Hm”, the sound leaves him shakily.

You lift your gaze. He has his eyes closed, biting down on his lower lip and furrowing his brows. His hands lie on each side of his head, opening and closing repeatedly. Even now he is looking for someone to hold his hands. If you weren’t suddenly filled with so much gluttony for this man, you would hold his hands until forever ends. 

But instead, you abandon his neck to pull down his shorts and take out his cock. Yoongi rips his eyes open, reaching for you to stop you. He can’t get very far and then you have him gripping the sheets and rolling his eyes back as you sink his cock into your mouth. 

You lick and suckle his tip as if it was a dripping popsicle, slurping and humming the same way. 

Yoongi doesn’t know words right now. He doesn’t know speech. Nor think. All he knows is noise. Make noise. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp and sigh and gasp again. Breathe. Gasp. Whimper. Gasp again. Yoongi doesn’t know words, nor speech and all he can really do is fight for air.

His trembling gasps and little sounds only strengthen your hunger for him. You moan, wiggling your tongue around him in sloppy yet calculated swirls. He tastes different as a human. More…human. As a vampire, he tastes sweet and definitely magically addicting. His essence is meant to charm, to pull the person in and make them dependent on its taste. Right now, all his essence serves is to prove how needy you get him. He doesn’t taste sweet, but he tastes good. So good. Even as a human he tastes so good. 

“Wow Yoongi, you’re so yummy”, you lull, taking him in deeper with a delicious moan. 

Yoongi finally gains back control. He grasps your hair and tugs you away.

“Stop.”

“Don’t like it?” you make sure, fleeing his weak grasp to instead litter his inner thighs with love bites and hickeys. 

It is Not easier to handle for Yoongi. Not in the fucking slightest. He stutters his words as if he never spoke before.

“We, we aren’t at ho-home. You’re so loud, you’ll wake, wake your grandparents.”

You stifle a chuckle.

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, biting his thigh on the most sensitive spot.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and throwing his hand over his mouth.

“Quiet please”, he tries to hiss but it comes out as a needy beg.

You smile, changing position so you were hovering over him. Your crotch is pressed into his balls, his cock rubs against your stomach. Up until this point in your relationship the thought of being fucked by you had never crossed Yoongi’s mind. He didn’t fantasise about it, didn’t visualise it nor wished for it. Quite frankly, he never even considered it an option. Now all his mind produces are images of having you pump into him. He gulps repeatedly, gawking at you with hazy eyes. What is happening to him? 

You move closer to his face, grinding your crotch against him naturally. His hips chase it, his head is pounding. Holy fuck, you’re messing him up. 

“We’ll be quiet. Don’t worry”, you whisper, intertwining your hands with his’, “at least, I’ll be quiet”, you add with a teasing smirk.

“Princess”, he croaks, squeezing your hands. 

“Yeah?” you breathe, kissing his neck.

Yoongi speaks with his eyes rolled back and his body shivering with each kiss. 

“Promise me to be quiet.”

“I promise.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too”, you say and trace his ear with your tongue.

He trembles, ripping his hands from your grasp to hold your waist instead. Just once then he already changes his mind again and looks for your hands. 

“Mhm, I want you like crazy”, you purr as your tongue continues to trace his ear. He seems to be sensitive there and you like it when he shivers. 

“Princess…” he sighs, giving you all the shivers you so like to witness. 

“Yoongi…” you breathe, kissing a path down his clothed torso until you have his cock under your lips again.

You take him back inside, paying attention to his tip while your hands do the rest. It feels so good and Yoongi is feeling his control slip. Panic. He presses his legs together and reaches down, tugging you away.

“Wait, just wait”, he gasps out.

You sit back on your heels.

“Changed your mind?”

“No, I just.” He sits up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. “Sorry, it’s fast. For me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry for rushing you. Do you want to stop?” you say, rubbing his back.

“No, I just need a moment. I, I get so horny so fast. And, and then I can’t control my thoughts anymore and it’s”, he huffs out air, “fucking shit, I’m talking actual ass.”

“No, you’re not. Why do you wanna control your thoughts during these moments?”

“Because…I don’t know. They’re really sexual.”

“And? I’m having sexual thoughts too.”

“You do?” 

Your eyes meet. You nod your head. 

“But they’re really sexual”, he insists.

“Samesies.”

He blinks rapidly, looking away. He rubs his own neck, doing so nervously.

“You know what I think your issue is right now?”

“Tell me.”

“Your sense of smell sucks ass.”

He scoffs, cocking his brow at you in question.

You get out of bed and put yourself in front of him. You take off your pants. Yoongi tries not to look but still ends up looking. Once bared, you step closer. Right between his legs so he has no choice but to look at you. 

“Can I have your hand?”

He offers it to you, switching between looking at your face in question and your middle in desire. 

You flip his hand so his palm is facing up, then guide it between your legs. You hold his pointer finger, moving it through your folds so he can really get a feel of how wet he makes you.

Yoongi purrs, tightening his jaw.

“Can you feel that?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“You might not be able to smell how wet I am, but I am”, you say and grind down on his finger, “you’re not the only one horny. I’m horny too, so much. I’m so wet for you”, you mewl, giving him pretty eyes.

“Holy fuck, princess”, he chokes out, pulling you into a kiss with his left hand on the nape of your neck. He shakes off your hand, taking over between your legs. His middle and ring finger sink into you, his thumb begins to massage your clit. 

Not having expected the sudden burst of pleasure, you whimper into the kiss, grasping his shoulders to stop your wobbling knees from giving up completely. 

Yoongi curls his long fingers, grazing over your spot most sensitive with such precision that you have to break the kiss just to gasp his name. 

“That’s nice, mhm?” confidence is finally in his voice. The raspy deepness of it has returned now that he is in his comfort space; making you feel good. 

“Yeah”, you gasp, following it with a wobble of your knees, “is so nice.”

“Mhm. Put your arms around me.”

You follow, burying your hands deep in his soft hair. It’s so soft and thick. He has so much of it. It’s so fucking amazing to play with it. 

“That’s it. Hold onto me, my beloved”, he whispers, falling back into the kiss with you. You use your tongues instantly, sighing and moaning quietly. All while his hand continuously drags the warmest and deepest pleasure to the surface. Every curl of his fingers, every rub of his thumb is placed with precision. As if he studied your body to the point of perfection. And in a sense he did. He might still hide his own spots from you, feeling too scared to show himself this way, but he knows the paths of your body by heart. While he hid behind always taking the lead, he learned so that he can now make you sigh so very much with just three of his fingers.

But you are stubborn. He likes this about you even if sometimes your stubbornness leads him into rather overwhelming situations. Like your right hand suddenly dropping to his cock to begin jerking him off. He breaks the kiss, moaning loudly just to follow it up with a gasp.

“Quiet”, he hisses.

“I’m not the one being loud”, you throw back sassily, twisting your hand around his heated tip. It looks so flushed between your fingers, like the prettiest shade if pink.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he presses out through gritted teeth, huffing out air in time with his fingers fucking into you. Again and again. In a fast, sloppy rhythm. 

But because you are you – the most perfect, stubborn, giving goddess – you don’t crumble under his touches. You match his rhythm, pumping his cock with such sloppy goodness that Yoongi feels dizzy. He moans into your mouth, tilting his head back. He licks your lips, wobbling so much that he accidentally licks the tip of your nose as well. It makes you giggle, which in return messes him up more. 

“I don’t think that you’re gonna ruin me” you whisper, watching the effect of your hand job wash over his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes rolled back and halfway open. 

“Brat”, he croaks, “ahmmmm”, he moans, squeezing his lips together just so he can’t be loud. 

“But I’m your brat.”

“Mhm, my brat. My pretty, stubborn brat”, he whispers and kisses you deeply. This is the kind of kiss which would already make you weak in normal situations but with his hand between your legs, it is quite frankly impossible to receive. 

It suddenly gets so, so hard to keep the rhythm going. Yoongi, who notices the faltering touches around his cock, smirks into the kiss, picking up skill to show you how good he can give it to you. He always gets what he wants. He is going to ruin you. Your sweet, little attempts to break him first might distract him for a while, but at the end of it, he is going to get what he wants. You’re his perfect soulmate, you are going to crumble for him even if you try so very hard it make him crumble first. 

You squeak a little, breaking the kiss. You twist his hair and tug, forcing his head to tilt back. Your eyes are half lidded and droopy as you look at him, your lips are parted. 

“You have to…do better.”

He smirks, “don’t test me.”

“Try me.”

With a soft push he puts distance between you and him. His fingers are gone for now, grabbing your wiggling hips. He slides off of bed, falling to his knees and dropping his head on the edge of the mattress. Like this, he pulls you onto his face, licking your pussy with an eager tongue the second it comes into contact with you.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, having to twist the blanket for support. 

“Lean on me, princess. I’ve got you”, he purrs between licks, caressing your shaking legs with eager hands.  

“This is unfair, oh god Yoongi”, you mewl, dropping your head. You are really trying to be quiet. Yoongi not so much now that he is pussy drunk and lost. He is so noisy in his licks and slurps, adding throaty growls and delicious purrs to it. How obviously in his element he finally is. How little he cares for his environment when his face is buried between your legs. The switch will never fail to make you shake. To have him go from shy and reserved to a complete noisy munch. Oh, you can barely handle it. 

But even Yoongi has to stop. Even Yoongi has to come to the painful realisation that humans have to breathe, that he can’t spend minutes without air. He growls as he does it, looking up at you with blown out pupils and a messy lower face. 

“You’re my fucking everything, princess”, he purrs, “fuck, why is air so sparse?” 

“Cause you’re human.”

“Mhm, if only there was a spell for unlimited air. I’d live right here”, he lulls, dragging you back onto his tongue to devour every inch of your addictive pussy. Even as a human he loves the taste. Even as a human he feels charmed by it. Even as a fucking human, he can’t get enough. He feels mad in desire. His thoughts are scrambling again, spitting the most vile things imaginable, but he feels no shame anymore. Just maddening desire to make all these thoughts a reality. He wants you shaking, trembling and whimpering his name. He wants you wetting his face and gripping his hair. This is what he is good at. Even as a human. The proof is right there. He exists to give and give and give. 

You can’t even be mad at him for putting his own needs on the backbench because he is currently making you come insanely close to an orgasm and you are panicking.

You begin fleeing, gripping his hair, stumbling while he continuously drags you back onto his tongue. 

“It’s too much, please”, you beg. 

Yoongi slows down, using the moment to catch his breath. His tender hands rub the back of your thighs, soothing the shakes in them.

“Hurts?”

“No, too close.”

“Mhhhm”, he purrs and stops caring about your little whines. He drags you back onto his tongue, sucking and licking you on the spots most sensitive. Being close isn’t a reason to stop. He won’t entertain your begs when this is the reason. You talk big about making him crumble first, but he is hellbent on proving you wrong. He sucks and slurps, moving your hips on his tongue so you can feel everything. He basks in every throb, in every pulse and new droplet of pleasure you feed him. Fuck, he loves eating your pussy. 

You twist his hair, wobbling so incredibly much, and throw your hand over your mouth, scrunching your face as he makes you feel so much pleasure that it is hard to be quiet. He is definitely not easier to handle as a human. His fangs and long tongue might be missing, but his talent remains. This is it. If you hadn’t known it yet, you definitely know now. Yoongi is actually good. He isn’t just good because of vampiric magic, he is good because he has skill and an actual, insane obsession with eating pussy. 

“Yoongi please”, you beg because begging is all you can do.

He sucks on your clit with vigour, reminding you how sensitive you are there. The wet, fast licks which follow afterwards do the rest.  

You have to climax on his face if you wanted to or not. You really want to. He feels so good. 

“Yoon- you…unfair”, you choke out and feel the knot break. Hard and very hot. And because it’s Yoongi, he presses you closer as you throb, making it fucking impossible to function. If it wasn’t for your hand, you would squeal his name as loudly as you can.

You begin fleeing. Yoongi doesn’t let you. He uses magic on you to lift you and flip you so you were kneeling by the bed with your tummy against it. He cages you in behind him, kissing your neck with wet, puffy lips. His cock is between your legs, fucking back and forth to grind against your pussy. Electric. He makes you feel electric. And so utterly his’.

“Did you just use magic to, to move me?”

“Hm, maybe”, he purrs, placing his left hand over yours while he lets his right slip between your legs again.

You writhe and squirm, pressing into him just as much as you flee him. You whimper softly, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair. He purrs, cuddling closer as his hips grind into you.

“Mhm, now you’re so wet”, he whispers, playing with your clit even if you’re still sensitive, “and so fucking puffy. Mhm princess, love when you’re like this.”

“Yoongi please”, you get out, dropping your head against him. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Yeah”, you mewl.

“You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock against your clit.

You gasp, trying to form words.

“What’s the matter, mhm?”

“I love you.”

He falters, stilling for just a moment before he hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, my beloved”, he says against it, following it up with a rub to your clit with his tip, “boop.”

“Huh?” you laugh instantly, craning your neck to look at him.

“Did I do it right, mhm?” he chuckles.

“I guess? Oh god, Boongie you’re so cute.” 

“Mhm, you’re cuter”, he says and slips his hand to your hips. “Stay quiet, I know you can do it”, he says and breaks away to lie down on the floor with his head between your legs. With one magical push he has you smothering him with your wet pussy. 

“Yoo-”, you silence yourself by dropping your head on the bed and biting the blanket. You huff out air repeatedly, writhing in his strong hold as he drags burning pleasure to the surface. 

You learned your lesson. Don’t challenge Yoongi about who gets the other to break first because you will lose. Even as humans you can’t win against him. His touches are too powerful, his devotion just too strong. With drool soaking the blanket and your legs shaking, you take the sloppy head he gives you against your childhood bed while the blinds are still open. 

If it wasn’t already fucking hot, the way he gives it to you does the rest. It isn’t long and he has you throbbing on his tongue a second time. The blanket works overtime to silence your squeals, his magic keeps you from completely sitting down on him. 

He also uses his magic to move you after you flee in overstimulation. He is on his feet within seconds, carrying you in his arms with ease. You know that he is using magic because it tingles a little. Or maybe you are tingling because he literally made you see stars. 

Whatever the case, you are utterly and completely his’ right now. He gazes up at you with his face wet and his lips puffy and deep pink. 

“Still wanna talk big?” he asks.

“I can’t stand you”, you choke out, dropping your head on his shoulder.

He laughs, “it’s what you get for challenging me, you little brat.” 

You tremble, exhaling shakily. 

“Aww poor baby, did I break you?” he coos as he climbs onto bed with you. You sit on his lap like this, hugging him oh so tightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs deeply, patting your butt. He kisses your shoulder, speaking softly.

“You did really well.”

“I still can’t stand you.”

“Princess, no. Don’t talk like this”, he whines in a chuckle. 

You lift your head, meeting his smiling face. You smile at him instantly, cupping his glowing cheeks. 

“I lied. I can’t get enough of you”, you say.

“That’s so much better.”

You giggle, pushing him down to kiss him. Yoongi falls with a throaty moan, letting you straddle him gladly. This is a position he will always feel comfortable in. You and he are equal here and he loves it when you show him that you can push him around easily. 

You moan and sigh into the kiss, feasting on the taste of you as your hands are restless on his torso. His own hands are restless as well and somehow in the fumbling of it all, he manages to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor, Yoongi pulls you to his face instantly so he can kiss and suck your breasts. Like this, your pussy is grinding against his clothed stomach, messing up his shirt. 

“I want your skin, please Yoongi.”

“Rip my shirt”, he lulls, face first in your tits. 

“How??”

“Challenge the feelings and use their strength. Trust me.”

You do as you are told, ripping the shirt with ease. 

“Yoongi”, you moan, throwing the shirt to the side. It repairs itself mid air because Yoongi does it, dropping to the floor in one piece. 

“Good job, my good girl. Fuck, my good girl”, he praises, burying himself back in your tits to devote his everything to them.

You close your eyes in a roll, dropping your forehead on the edge of the backrest. You have what you craved. You are grinding against his naked stomach, feeling everything. His soft skin, his happy trail and his warmth. If he hasn’t already ruined you before, he definitely would have now. But he already made you crumble, resulting in the grinds to make you twitch each time your clit comes into contact with him.

“You feel so good…”

“Mhm, you feel so good too, princess.”

“I wanna fuck you.”

He smiles, “wanna fuck you too.”

You shimmy down until you have his cock under you. You wrap your fingers around his base, guiding it through your folds. 

Yoongi purrs, gazing at you with droopy eyes and a giddy smile. His big hands caress your thighs, his chest heaves up and down in excited breaths.

“My beautiful”, he sighs, lowering his lids just a little more, “can’t wait to be inside.”

“I’ll do it now, I can’t wait. Ready?” 

He smiles up at you, nodding his head with a hum.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, he whispers, arching his back when you sink him into you. 

He bottoms out within seconds, filling you up so good that you have to gasp for air.

“Does it hurt?” he asks worriedly.

But you shake your head, “it feels so good. So warm and, and...” You shiver, smiling at him. “And so right.”

“It does princess, it does”, he agrees with adoration in his honey voice.

You start moving, struggling within seconds because your legs are wobbly. So to help you, Yoongi props his arms up and holds both your hands, giving you something to lean on this way. Moving becomes so much easier, the connection even deeper. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fucking beautiful, fuck”, Yoongi gets out, gazing at you with droopy eyes. His toes are curling. The pleasure you give him is intense and he wants to close his eyes, but missing out on your beautiful face would hurt too much. So he powers through it. He gazes even if his eyes burn in exhaustion, he smiles even if his lips want to form moans instead. 

To be looked at with such love makes you feel so good. So goddamn good that you don’t have to bounce on him to feel eternal. He is glad that you aren’t because it would set him off with the first movement. He likes the slowness of it, how gentle you move and how it makes both of you float in a warm, fluffy cloud of good pleasure.

“You’re beautiful, Yoongi”, you get out, squeezing his hands.

“You are”, he sighs and closes his eyes.

To watch him let go and truly enjoy it is too much. “Oh god”, you tremble, having to gasp. You stop instantly, otherwise you would have lost yourself. 

Yoongi opens his eyes and furrows his brows when he sees the sudden panic on your features.

“What’s the matter?” 

“My control, I-” 

“You’re safe, let it happen.” 

“But what will happen to you?” 

“Let it happen”, he encourages you and then his dark brown eyes glow purple. 

Your control crumbles instantly. Your eyes match his glow.

“Yoongi, your eyes.”

“Yours are the same.”

“What?” 

Thankfully you have a mirror on the wall just high enough that you can see yourself in it, meeting your purple eyes. You exhale shakily, meeting Yoongi’s equally as purple eyes in the reflection.

He smiles, squeezes your hands when you laugh in both disbelief and the overwhelming happiness such a connection brings you.

“Yoongi, oh my god, we’re the same.”

“I know.”

You turn to him, cupping his cheeks.

“My love, oh my love.”

He leans into your touch, sitting up moments later because he wanted to be closer to you. Like this, his stomach gives such nice pressure to your clit. He lifts you for just a second with the help of his magic and crosses his legs, making it more comfortable for both of you to be so close. Like this, you sit on his lap with your own legs around his hips.

“My love”, he whispers, moving your hips slowly so the connection can deepen even more. 

The glow becomes brighter and brighter. It is just you and him. You have never been closer than right now. If there was still doubt about your connection somewhere in this universe, this right here is the final proof. You share the same breath, the same warmth and the same colour of eyes as magic courses through both your bodies. You and he are both witches whose magic is based on their emotions and in this moment, your emotions are the same, your magic is one.

“I’d wait a million lifetimes for you, ___”, he whispers, cupping your cheek.

“I’d move the fucking stars for you, Min Yoongi.”

He smiles. Perhaps your eyes deceive you, but there are markings of purple suddenly glowing under his skin. Like a tattoo invisible made visible now that you let his own control slip oh so safely. And as your hips dance with his’ and your hands stay connected with him, the air around you begins dancing in millions of small stars. 

“What’s happening?”

“We’re moving the stars, my love”, he whispers.

The stars form their own galaxies, starting from the stars on your ceiling and spreading around you in clouds. 

“Yoongi.”

“Don’t cry, my love.”

“We can do that?”

He nods his head with the love growing in his eyes.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, “I love you so much.”

“I love you just as much” he sighs, rubbing your hip in soothing as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the same markings glow under your skin. He loves you so very much that he paints more stars onto your shared galaxy until the very room is filled with them. 

“Keep moving like this. It feels so good”, he tells you.

“Oh god.” You shiver. “Yeah, it does. Wow, it does.”

You chase the warmth between your legs. For but a moment, you had forgotten what you and he were doing. The magical moment was just too wonderfully distracting. Now that he made you aware of it again, you can’t help but feel just a little overwhelmed from it. This is sex, but this is so much more. You are chasing pleasure, but you are also chasing so much more. This is true love and you are chasing the addictive feeling of making magic with the One.

The stars are endless in the room, purple nebulas have started to form around you and him. The glow of them paints his skin a slight purple, making you glow just as much. 

So this is what it feels like. This is what giving up control feels like to someone like you. It is warm. It is so intensely warm that you have to seek his comfort by hiding away in his neck.

“I love you so much, oh god”, you choke out.

“I love you too, my beloved witch”, he whispers. His voice is trembling, his breath is just a little uneven. 

Your hearts are racing, the parts where you touch are heated and damp. You deepen the contact by burying your hands in his hair. It feels even softer now that magic sets him aflame. He shudders and exhales shakily, meeting your movements with desperate rolls of his hips.

“Yoon- ah”, you squeak, curling your toes in electric pleasure. 

Yoongi answers you in a small whimper and his fingers dimpling your softest spots. His own face is nuzzled into your shoulder, his veins can barely handle the endless pleasure your warmth gives him. He feels home right now. Home and finally in harmony with himself. There are no dark voices in the back of his mind, no curse urging him on to rip you apart, no desires of violence getting stronger and stronger the deeper he falls into you. There is no darkness. Just galaxies of purple and melodies of endless love. He feels out of control, but it creates good in the world. 

Yoongi has never felt more in harmony with himself than he does right now. And he wants to share this harmony with you. He wants you to bask in the warmth and silence of it and give you the deep, magical pleasure he feels as it happens. 

He presses you a little closer to his stomach, basking in the moan you muffle in his neck. He rolls his hips into you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Again. He needs to make you feel as good as you make him feel.

And it all gets a little too much for you. The connection, his touch, the pressure on your clit and the warmth of having him inside. At all gets a little too much for you. 

“Yoongi, I’m cumming.”

“Let go, my love. Let go.”

Your high came sooner than he thought it would, but he doesn’t mind. He holds you through it, looking at the room with awe in his purple eyes. You make the stars dance in swirls and waves. 

“You’re beautiful, my little witch. Your magic’s so beautiful”, he sighs, squeezing you closer to him to really give you the best you ever had, “you’re so beautiful, my love. You’re…so…beautiful…”

You feel so free. This is the first thought you have. You feel so fucking free. He makes you feel so good and you don’t have to hold back on anything. The release of pressure, energy and magic brings you to fucking tears.

“I love you so much, Min Yoongi.”

“I love you…too- ah, I’m gonna cum”, he gets out, tugging at your hips, “sit up, I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back, please Yoongi let it happen”, you beg him, speeding up your hips.

“But- ah a-ha, but-”

You lift your head, spilling tears when you realise that the magic has also painted his hair purple. You know that you match his colour, that once again your connection became even more visible. And you never felt more certain about having him paint your walls than you do right now. Let him seal the connection. Let him make you his’.

“Let go, my beloved witch”, you whisper, cradling his cheeks as you dance your hips on him. It is a little difficult because he really ruined you with your high, but you want to do it for him. You want him to experience the same intense high as you did. He is your soulmate and he deserves to feel amazing. Yoongi is breathing heavier and heavier, letting out more and more little whimpers as his eyes just very slowly go out of focus.

“Let go please. I want to be yours”, you beg him, clenching around him.

“___”, Yoongi whimpers and breaks under you, rolling his eyes back and closing them because it all gets too much for him. The stars around you tremble and dance, his fingers dig deep into your softness as his seed covers your every inch, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. I love you so much”, you choke out, helping him ride out his high and feeling so good that you make the stars dance just as much.

He falls down after his high, dragging you with him so he could hug you just as much as he tries to kiss you. You try to kiss him back, but both of you are so out of breath and you keep giggling and smiling that it’s difficult to find a rhythm. It makes the kiss so much more special because it is honest and it is real and in this moment, you and he carry your fucking feelings in every giggle and every shaky breath. You just did it. You sealed your connection. You let it happen and as you did, you created galaxies out of nothing. You lost control together until purple was all around you and flowing through your veins. You became one soul. 

The stars become less and less as you kiss until only the luminescent stickers on your ceiling glow in an ever fading purple. 

“Oh god Yoongi, we actually made galaxies.”

“I know. Holy fuck, I lost control and it didn’t make me violent.”

“I’m so happy for you, oh Yoongi”, you choke out, lifting your head so you could meet his eyes. His hair is black again, the glow under his skin stopped but his eyes were still a slight purple. Darker than before, but the remnants of strong magic still flicker in them. 

You touch his cheek, his neck, his hair.

“Your skin was glowing and, and your hair. Your hair was purple.”

“I know. You were the same.”

“We were the same. Yoongi, you and I are so right.”

“We are. Ah! Mhhhm”, he suddenly tenses up, scrunching his nose, “okay, don’t do that. My cock’s gonna fall off.”

“Huh? I just moved a little. You normally like that.”

“Yeah, not here. Uff, I’m so sensitive please get off.”

He makes you laugh, which makes slipping off a very whiny procedure for him.

“So I take it that your human cock can only go once?”

“Definitely yep, wow that hurt”, he says and rubs his cock soothingly, “my poor little wiener.”

“Yoongi”, you snort, “why would you call it like that, you silly bean?”

He laughs with boyish eyes, kicking his feet as he does it. He really makes you so happy that you have to throw yourself on your back and laugh just as much. 

You each drink some water after your laugh. You also each go to the toilet and clean up as best possible. You don’t bother to put on clothes, waiting for Yoongi to come back. He does so quickly, locking the door behind him and running to the bed.

“Kook and Tae are downstairs. I ran so fast. I was scared they’ll see my naked ass.”

“But you did it?”

“I hope”, he says and slips under the blanket. He wiggles around a bit, making cute sounds.

“Comfy?” you snicker fondly.

“Yeah, so warm”, he purrs and nuzzles into the pillow with a scrunch of his nose. 

You and he gaze at each other like this. He cups your cheek, tracing your skin slowly.

“My little witch”, he whispers.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes halfway.

“I can’t believe you let me cum inside. What if something happens?”

“If it’s anyone, it’s you Min Yoongi.”

Seriousness washes over his features as the meaning of your words sink into him. He tries to speak calmly but his voice trembles.

“I don’t know what you see in me, but whatever it is, I’m so fucking glad that you do.”

“I see everything in you. My past, my present and my future.”

Yoongi pulls you close, hugging you against him.

“My beloved. Holy fuck, I love you”, he presses out, cradling you with such desperate love it feels as if he wanted to melt with you.

“I love you too, my beloved.”

[maeedrg]

Ghostface Gojo x Reader

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Synopsis : In which reader and Gojo desguised as Ghostface play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Just like in the movies.

Words count : 8.2 k

Warnings : afab reader, smut, pet names, p in v, reader is implied fem once, knife, slight blood, missionary, foreplay, doggy style, creampie, pinning, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise and correct me if there should be more warnings.

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : English is not my first language. It’s my first time posting on tumblr ! Hope you like it.

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“What’s your favorite scary movie ?”

Halloween, the day that you celebrated since you were a child. Sometimes, it happened that because of busy missions or other personal problems, you couldn’t celebrate it as you wanted. Nevertheless, this year was your year !

Inside the campus of Jujutsu highschool, songs like Goo Goo Muck were playing loudly in the background, almost making the walls shake the closer they were to the vibrations of the music. Indeed, every year, the campus of Tokyo hosted The Halloween Party. Students, teachers, sorcerers in general, were all happily invited to participate.

Gladly, you accepted. Like the past years. Memories of Highschool come to your mind as you look at some students disguised spookily. You smile : back in the days, you used to do so with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. It makes you nostalgic.

Tonight, you dressed up as a broken vintage doll. Pale makeup, dolly eyes, fake broken porcelain on your cheeks and forehead, you followed tutorials on the internet. You were wearing a cute but old and dusty dress. It was sweet, but still had this creepy and uneasy feeling to it. Shoko also played the part, she threw some vampire fangs and added blood on her lips. Nothing much, but hey, at least she participated ! Suguru… of course, it’s been years since you last saw him. Halloween parties had this bitter feeling since he left, even almost 10 years after. And Satoru…

On the contrary, he loved to disguise himself and pull pranks on you, or students. Sadly, he sent you a text this afternoon : the elders threw to his face a last minute mission. And that, exactly at the same time of the party. He wouldn’t be able to attend it. Satoru being your friend (your best friend even), not being by his side this year made you somewhat gloomy. You sulk, bored and annoyed to death by this turn of events. At least this facial expression went well with your outfit. You think…

You continue to talk with some students, smiling as they try to scare you by telling you scary stories while eating candies. You chuckle : it was hard for them to spook you. After all, you were an S grade Sorcerer. How could a silly scary story even make you have goosebumps ? But you still indulged in their shenanigans, thinking it was funny coming from them.

Suddenly, a slow shiver runs down your back. In the end, did their little stories spook you ? You raise an eyebrow to yourself and look around, an eerie feeling in your gut. Your eyes fall on a tall shadow in the corner of the busy room. Someone with a ghostface mask, staring right back at you. You couldn't recognize who it was : after all, many of your fellow coworkers were disguised with masks too. You couldn’t see much, only that they were tall, very tall.

You snap back to your student asking you if you were okay. Well, that was something…

“Hmmm ? Yeah, ‘was just checking around who was at the party,” you answer.

“Is teacher Gojo here ? He never misses Hallowen to pull pranks on us and bring tons of candies !” asks the second student with a smile and a laugh.

You smile at yourself at what the students said. You check your phone : 22h36. You look back at the text that Satoru sent you, sighing as you read it again quickly.

[From Satoru : Hey pookie, sorry can’t be here tonight. Stupid elders sent me out on a mission

Satoru : Keep candies for me, i'll come check on you later in the night, yeah ?]

You look back up at the students.

“Yeah, sorry guys. He is busy on a mission tonight. Let’s hope that next year he will not !” You try to cheer them up, more like you are cheering yourself up.

They continue to talk, meanwhile you look around in a tiny sigh. The ghostface person disappeared from their spot, you frown. Did you imagine things ? You shrug and excuse yourself, going to the snacks table that is closer to the speakers that were sharing the halloween themed music. You actually were in charge of making the playlist, with Satoru. Sadly he is not here to listen to it with you. You plop a candy in your mouth, when all of a sudden you feel a presence behind you. Another student wanting to chat with their favorite teacher ? You wonder.

As you spin around, you are directly met with a wall : more like the torso of someone. You lift your eyes only to see the ghostface of earlier looming over you. Your breath catches in your throat for one second, wondering how he appeared like that out of nowhere.

“Oops, did I scare you ?” they almost purr their sentence, like a mockery.

You squint your eyes. At first, you had no clue who it could be. With the loud music it was almost impossible to distinguish their voice among the ones you know. The person was wearing a tight black shirt, with black jeans. Around their thighs : a long fake knife, like the ones the slashers possessed in the Scream franchise. And of course, the mask. Hiding their identity.

“Just startled me,” you correct.

“Hmm, you sure ? Looks like scared to me, y/n,” they answer, insisting on your name.

For the third time, you frown because of them. Oh, they know you. You felt a bit uncomfortable, unable to really recognize who it was. But you weren’t dumb : your first thought was Satoru, after all who else could be that tall ? But you remember his text, he was out on a mission. 15 minutes ago he even sent you a pic of his face happily smiling at the exploded and defeated curse at his right. Yeah, he finished his missions, but the place he was at is around three hours away from here by car. How could he have reached the campus that fast ?!

Seeing your confusion, they laugh.

“Aw, come on. You wound me here, pookie. Can’t recognize your own friend ?”

Only him could call you that nickname. You tilt your head to the side.

“Satoru… ?”

He slowly lifts his mask, and you are directly met with his striking blue eyes, staring right back at your soul. You don’t know why, but the way he grins at you makes your heart skip a beat.

“Took you long enough.”

“Oh my God, I thought you wouldn’t make it ! What are you doing here ? How come ?” you exclaim, surprised.

He takes one step closer, still holding the mask up his face with his hand.

“Do you even know me ? Nothing is impossible for me. How could I let these old geezers ruin my fun ? You know I love Halloween. The perfect day to pull pranks on my students and favorite person. Couldn’t miss it.”

You roll your eyes and smile at him, relieved to see his familiar face. Now, you were content. Having him by your side was all you needed to have your perfect Halloween. At the same time, Satoru eyes you down as he takes some candies from the snack table and throws them into his mouth.

“I like your costume. A vintage broken doll ? Cute. It suits you. But not scary.”

You smile at his grin, and look down at your outfit as you touch the tissue of the dusty dress.

“Thanks, could say the same for you. Ghostface ? I'm not scared either.”

He chuckles and he narrows his eyes. He licks his lips as he hums. Satoru slides his white locks backwards while he puts back the mask, hiding his wolfish smile at your statement. You felt like he took it as a challenge.

“Oh yeah ? Why not ? He is a slasher, though. Shouldn’t you be scared, y/n ?”

You tilt your head on the side, and then shake it after you analyze his lean figure for the split of a second under his burning gaze. Even with his mask on, you could feel it.

“Easy answer : I'm in the middle of a crowded place full of other fellow sorcerers. If there was an actual slasher, I would say that I'm safe… for now. Not to brag too, but I don't think as an S grade sorcerer it’s a mere murderer that will scare me. I fought way worse,” you explain as a matter of fact.

After all, you were right. You saw things and went into battles against way scarier curses and sorcerers. It’s not some guy with a knife that would defeat you. Satoru, on the other hand, just stands still before laughing at your words.

“I could agree with you, pookie, only if it wasn’t me, the slasher. I don't think you would even stand a chance,” he answers quite confidently. That made you annoyed, but he was mostly right. You knew it. Yet, you had pride, and you couldn’t just let him say these things about you.

“Are you sure of yourself, Satoru ? If it was the case, I wouldn't let myself be an easy victim. Even against you”

“Oh but yes, yes you would be an easy target for me, y/n,” he purrs your name in this arrogant way that makes your skin crawl.

You bite the inside of your cheek, sighing by your nose as you narrow your eyes while glaring at him. You were sure he was grinning like a damn idiot. Always.

“What makes you even think that ?”

“Well, I don’t deny that you are strong, because you are strong. But, even if we take off cursed energy, I think I'll still overpower you in a physical fight.”

That pissed you off. Satoru was the only person that could tell you that, and the only person you would agree with. Even if you were way stronger in physical fight against tons of other sorcerers (you took pride in this skill you built), you knew damn well that Satoru was part of the very few people that could hold your ground. More like winning easily. That was annoying to admit, but in front of Gojo Satoru, it was hard to be better than him in anything considering fights.

“Maybe, yeah. You are not The Strongest for nothing, Satoru. But I’m still confident in my skills. I wouldn’t let you win that easily,” you retort as you cross your arms on your chest.

He steps closer to you, closing the distance as the music continues to play in the background with all the chatting and laughing from the crowd.

“Hmm, I would still win. But hey, if that makes you happy, I’ll toy around with you, letting you think you got the upper hand for a bit. But in the end..,” he starts to say as he leans towards you and then speaks in your ear in his arrogant tone, “I’ll have you dance in the palm of my hand until the final blow. Yeah ?”

You shiver at his last sentence. You were used to Satoru being blunt in general, even more when talking about cursed energy and fighting skills. Sometimes, it could even be seen as mean, but you were used to it. He never meant it like that. For him, he was just telling the truth. Yet, this time it felt different. As if he was saying these things on purpose. He then taps gently, like you were a child, your head.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll, ‘m just telling the reality of things,” he feigns innocence as he uses this new nickname. Logical, with your costume.

“Right, I'm the helpless victim,” you say sarcastically.

“You are.” He hums before he suddenly grabs your arm and makes you follow him quickly out of the crowded room. At each step in the corridor, the music becomes less and less loud, along with the light. The hallway of the school was only illuminated by the moonlight outside, giving an eerie atmosphere.

“What are you doing ? Don't tell me you took your ghostface role at heart and now you wanna stab me in a dark corner ?” you ask confused with a nervous chuckle. Nervous ? Why were you even nervous ? It was Satoru, after all. Your best friend for years now. Not some random stranger.

He stops and lets your arm go as you both are standing in this gloomy dark corridor. The windows at your left were letting some light caress your skin, and the tall figure of Satoru. His mask even shines with the reflection of the moon.

“Don’t be stupid, doll. I just wanted to be alone with you. The loud music and all these people made me have a starting headache.” He explains himself as he takes off his mask and lets it rest on the side of his head. His blue orbs gaze at you, up and down.

You smile softly. You knew how overwhelming things could get for Satoru. With his Six eyes, he would have quickly a tsunami of informations. It’s for that he always had his blindfold on. Many times, during your friendship through the years, you ended up massaging his head to ease and smooth the throbbing pain of his headache when things got too overwhelming for him. So, you directly believed his words.

“Or maybe I just wanted to kill you secretly…,” he continues, not letting you have the time to answer.

You scoff as you roll your eyes and nudge him. As you do so, you touch his skin : he didn’t have his infinity on.

“Yeah, of course. Or maybe to pull one of your pranks or silly jokes on me.”

“Maybe I would, only if… you are scared,” he whispers his last words as he gets closer and winks at you, playfully.

“I’m not scared,” you answer, laughing. At the same time, he disappears and teleports somewhere else, leaving you alone in the darkness of the place. You directly stop your laugh.

“Are you ?” he says from behind you. You jump slightly at his presence in your back, and you lift your head up only to see white and black. Satoru was wearing the ghostface mask again.

“Fuck- no. I'm sure.”

A low ramble makes his chest vibrate. He scoffs and then slowly, in a step by step way, walks in circles around you. You need to turn your head and eyes to follow his movements.

“You look… tense, y/n. Seems like you are lying to me, am I right ?” he says in a less lighthearted tone. The atmosphere started to change, and you just told yourself that it was one of his halloween pranks. Surely.

“I was just surprised, nothing more, nothing less.”

Satoru hums, and then swiftly slides the knife out of the thigh pocket he was wearing. He toys with it, the glim of the moon reflecting on the metal. It looked almost real, but you knew better.

“So, you are not scared. I see.” He continues to circle you, slowly coming closer, sometimes slightly touching your skin or clothes with his own body.

“Why would I be ?” You retort.

“Sweet y/n. I thought you were smarter. Didn’t you watch the Scream movies ? You should know better than being here, all alone, with no one around that could hear your cries or come save you, when you are stuck with the murderer. You are the victim here.”

“Satoru, I’m not the helpless victim.”

“Awww. Wanna bet ? It would be.. fun.” He stops right in front of you, still playing with the knife, twirling it around easily like a pro. You swallow your saliva, feeling goosebumps on your arms. When did the corridor suddenly become so cold ?

“You don’t wanna play that game.”

“Your reversed psychology trick will not work on me, y/n. You are the one that is scared to play that game. Scared to lose. Because you know that I will win.”

You could swear you saw the blue shine of his eyes through the black orbs of the mask. You bite your lower lip, adrenaline slowly heating up your body, with a mix of… challenge. You look at the metal of the weapon, then slowly back at him. Satoru knew exactly what buttons to push to make you speak, to indulge you into something. Just like him, it was pride. With the years, he learnt how to make you dance in the palm of his hand when he wanted something from you. Of course, he never used it badly. He truly and genuinely cared about you, and would never intentionally hurt you. But right now, it feels bad. Bad, yes, but strangely in an exciting way. You lick your teeth as you sigh.

“Don’t think I'll let you win like that.”

“Of course I know you wouldn’t. You like to give me a challenge. You are one of the very few people that can in this world, isn’t it right, doll ?”

Even if you weren’t as strong as Satoru, the fact that you could understand his condition as the strongest bonded you both more than you could ever imagine. He was obviously referring to that. After Suguru deflected, you were the only one to be able to keep up with him no matter how hard it got. You both kept each other on your toes : in skills, battles, relationships, and life in general. His words went right through you.

“It is, Satoru.”

“Good, good. Then how about I'll be nice for starters, and let my sweet hopeless victim some time to run away from me ? Not like it would really help you, but I like to give you hope.”

He was toying with you like a cat would do with a mouse. He didn’t mean it in a mean way, but in a provocative way.

“Im ready.” You decide to accept the challenge, stepping back. He smiles, a big smile behind his mask. Not like you could see it. He steps back himself and bites his lower lip out of excitement.

“I’ll give you 30 seconds. One, two…”

You nod, and without thinking you spin around and run as fast as you could in the corridor. Of course, this little game wasn't about a real fight. If you both indulged in such things, the campus would be long gone and destroyed to dust. It was a chase, a game of hunting. Who would break first. If you will be able to be fast enough to escape this new fate of yours. He wanted you to be the victim ? Then you will play so. Actually, it was funnier than you thought.

You were in a rush of adrenaline as you turned in the maze of corridors of the empty school. After studying here for years, and being a teacher, you knew the campus like the back of your hand. But, Satoru too. And escaping from his Six eyes was nearly impossible. Yet, you took the challenge.

As you continue to run, thinking where to hide (if possible a place where you have enough free room to escape if he finds you), your phone vibrates. You check it up and see that it’s a hidden number. It doesn't take long for you to know that it’s Satoru. You decide to indulge him and answer the phone, whispering in case he would hear you in the corridor and locate you :

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Do I ?” his voice resonates through the line.

“It happens. Take it easy,” you answer, exactly the same lines as in the movie, and then hang up. You enter the library : with all the shelves full of books, it would be easier to slide in between them to hide and escape.

Your phone vibrates again. It’s the hidden number.

“Do you like scary movies ?” Suddenly asks Satoru.

“Uh-huh,” you answer as you roam through the library carefully, trying to sense any presence. You were alone.

“What's your favorite scary movie ?” Satoru asks with a more flirty voice. You smile at that.

“I don't know.” Of course you know. But, you wanted to act like the character in the movie, to follow the script. It was all just a game… right ?

“You have to have a favorite,” continued Satoru, you could hear his soft breath through the line. He was walking calmly.

“Uh...Halloween. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours ?”

“Guess.”

“Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET,” you half whisper half scream, giggling slightly at yourself for remembering so well the lines of the movie. Maybe you watched it way too many times at night to spook yourself. Alone, or with your friends. You even did once with Satoru, Suguru and Shoko back in the highschool days.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?” Satoru fake asks, still walking so so calmly, and slowly. You could hear it by the way his steps sounded at the other side of the line. You didn't know where he was, so you carefully checked around the library. Still no one. Just in case, you change your hiding spot.

“Yeah...Freddy Krueger.”

“Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.”

“The first one was, but the rest sucked.”

Satoru makes a pause, before you hear his voice again. You feel your heart beating faster and your anxiety growing. Yet, this feeling felt… weirdly good.

“So, you got a boyfriend ?”

Even if he was just replicating the lines of the movie, the way he said it and these particular words made you flustered. You didn’t know why. Or maybe you just didn't want to know why you did. You always thought it was better like that in between Satoru and you. Yet, it felt like you both were crossing a line that no one dared to really cross this past years.

“Why ? You wanna ask me out on a date ?

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend ?” he asks again, this time more seriously.

“No.” You swallow your saliva. You were hiding behind a shelf, one that let you see the door and if someone was entering the place. Another silence before Satoru continues :

“You never told me your name.” You knew where this was going, making your blood pressure escalate.

“Why do you want to know my name ?” You didn't even realize, but your voice was shakier now. Fuck, really ? You curse internally.

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.” You wanted to know if he was really watching you without you knowing, or if Satoru was just saying the line of the movie and nothing more. Chills and goosebumps, again. You felt like it was the first option. Yet, you couldn’t see him. You were alone in the library… you thought.

You rarely saw Satoru get excited in battles. Usually, it was boring for him. But God, the very few times you saw that unhinged expression on his face when he had fun fighting : you got the chills, happy to not be on the receiving hand of his madness. But now, you were the target. And heavens, it was probably scarier than any curse you ever fought.

“Don’t hang up on me”. His voice resonates again through the phone. You frown, you didn't hear his voice in the library. So the question was : was he really watching you ? You felt watched, stalked even. Maybe you were just getting paranoid.

“Gotta go”. You hang up the phone nonetheless. Shit, you were stressed as fuck now. You take a deep breath to both calm yourself, and to be sure you made no noise. You squint your eyes in the darkness, but there was still no cursed energy around you or any malicious presence.

It’s as if this game with Satoru wasn’t a game anymore. But a real hunt. The phone rings again, you almost jump of surprise. You really were getting on your own nerves.

“I told you not to hang up on me,” drawls Satoru, a hint of dangerous playfulness in his voice. He wasn’t joking anymore.

“What do you want, Satoru ?”

“Nuh-uh, doll. You gotta play the game and not know my name. Where is the fun then ? Try again…” This asshole was toying with you. You sigh through your nose, now sitting against the shelf on the cold floor. You play with the hem of your dress to distract yourself.

“What do you want ?” you repeat again, like in the movie.

“To talk.”

“Dial someone else, okay ?”

“You getting scared ?” he taunts you sweetly.

“No- bored.”

Normally, the character of the movie hangs up the phone after this line. You didn’t. Because you knew what happened once she did : he would call her again, this time angry, and threatening. You didn't want to get to that part, because it felt way too real now. You check again around you in case there was someone. Nobody. Yet, you still heard Satoru walk on the other side of the line, soft steps on the ground. Was he walking in circles ?

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I really want, hmm ?” he asks again, waiting for you to dance more in the palm of his hand and fall in his trap. But what trap ? Maybe there was no trap. He was just playing around, to spook you. Satoru always loved pulling pranks on Halloween, after all.

You started to grow impatient. Minutes went on, you still didn't see one hair of Satoru. Maybe if you ended the lines of the movie, he would finally show up. Once he would, you could put an end to this game and go back to the main party.

“What do you want ?” you end up asking again, this time standing up from your spot. He laughs, and then he stops walking.

“I could answer “TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE !”. But, y/n, you know that it’s not what I’m really looking for, right ?”

You don’t answer, letting him continue.

“I think you know the answer.”

“I don’t.” You think you don’t.

“Well… it’s you.” He hangs up.

You breathe faster, and you slowly put down your phone in your dress pocket. He wasn’t here, you were sure of it. Yet…. You shake your head, on guard, and step back slowly to have a better look at your surroundings. The fifth step, your back hurts something- no, someone. Your reflex was fast and sharp, but not as fast as him. The knife, a long sharp knife that was nothing fake but damn real, was on your throat. Your breath stops for a second.

“Caught you.”

You swiftly try to turn around and kick him, but you almost forgot who you were fighting against. He turns you around as he grabs your arm and brutally pins you against the shelf. Your arm was now behind your back, his hand firmly squeezing your wrist to leave you no room. Your torso and face were pressed against the books in front of you. You groan. It was impossible to move, you even felt his infinity press you harder against the cold wood of the shelf. Not to add the sharp knife grazing your throat.

“Come on, you know you can’t do anything, y/n. You are the hopeless victim, I told you so. Yet you didn't believe me… look where it brings you.”

“You fucking asshole.” You grit in between your teeth. Your pride took a tool, and you were pissed. It made you insult your own best friend.

“Aw, so mean. I’m not.” He taps his finger on your wrist, getting closer to your ear.

“You are ! This is a real knife, I thought it was a fake one. You lied to me.”

“Lie ? I never lied, because I never told you it was fake.”

“It’s a real knife, Satoru. And in your hands, it’s a very dangerous tool.” You breathe out as he chuckles. At the corner of your eyes you could perceive his ghostface mask.

“And ? It’s your problem, not mine, doll.” He turns off his infinity, now you could feel his torso against your back.

“Fuck you !”

“Oh, but we will,” he jokes, maybe. You don’t think it’s a joke.

“What do you really want, Satoru ? This is not funny anymore,” you say again, annoyed as you make a second attempt to move away, but he firmly keeps you straight up.

You could use your cursed energy to escape. It might work. But you didn't want to destroy the library. So you suck it up. He toys again with the knife against your throat, never really touching harshly your skin : just soft caresses to taunt you.

“Who said it would be funny for you ? It is for me, though. And I already answered, y/n. What I want... is you.” He smacks his tongue in his mouth, doing a small noise of slight annoyance at your cluelessness.

You frown. You ? In what way did he mean that ? Was it again one of his jokes ? Satoru liked to sometimes flirt with you, using his charms in a fake arrogant way. It was all part of the dynamic of your friendship. Yet here, it had this double meaning that you couldn’t ignore. You started to sweat.

“What-” You don’t have the time to finish your question when suddenly Satoru loosens his grip on your wrists and lets you go. You stumble forwards but stabilize yourself quickly in front of this new liberty and turn around, stepping back dizzily from all the adrenaline.

“Run.” He simply says.

“Satoru, I’m not playing that game anymore-”

He takes one step closer, playing with the knife dangerously. The moonlight slightly shines on his figure, a dark contrast with the rest of the library.

“Y/n, come on. You know you need to escape. Or else…” He shakes his head.

Your gut and instinct scream to you that you need to get out. Your body, without any more seconds, works again and makes you run. You dash towards the door, but Satoru suddenly teleports in front of it. You curse to yourself and decide to escape into the maze of the shelves of the library. He laughs at your attempt.

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” he hums, licking his lips.

Your heart is hammering, fast, loudly. You feel dizzy from fear, and utter stress. A pool of heat travels your body to your legs. You slide in the shelves, and Satoru keeps appearing and disappearing behind them. You breathe heavily, big inspirations rhythming your respiration. He was just having fun, finally having a fight that made him excited. But it wasn't a fight : it was a damn hunt ! Your own hunt.

He suddenly appears in front of you.

“Boo !”

In front of your look of horror, he explodes of laughter, and suddenly rushes towards you. He was so fast you just had one second to dash on the other side of the library. Again, like a kid with his toy, he catches you with such easiness and pushes you against a table, making some books scatter on the floor. You let out a gasp of surprise.

“You scared ?” he whispers while leaning towards you.

Your eyes were wide open, and, yes. Yes, you were scared. Yet it was strange. A dangerous one, in between knowing Satoru for years, that he would never really hurt you. And in between the fact that you never could really know. It was exciting. Endearing, even. Both of you had horrible fun in this game, but you weren't ready to admit it.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes…” He continues as he keeps you restrained against the table, before taking off his mask and throwing it on the side. His hair was messy, some sweat from the warmth of the mask on his forehead, and then his eyes... God, his eyes ! You never saw them in that electric shade of blue before. You knew that his Six eyes were analyzing every inch of your skin, of your reaction, of your beating heart and heavy breath. His smirk was wild, big, unhinged.

“What eyes ?” you finally answer, biting your lower lip to control your nervousness.

“As if you wanted something bad, but you don’t have the guts to ask.” Satoru licks his lips, eyes roaming up and down your body before landing back on your face. He then grabs his knife and uses it to tilt your chin towards him. You swallow hard.

“Something bad ? Yet you are the one that said you wanted me. Don’t reverse the situation, Satoru,” you snap back, narrowing your eyes and smirking slightly.

His eyes widen, but then he smiles. He stabs the knife on the table, right next to you. He thought that it was alright, he had enough money to buy the campus a new one. In an instant, he flips you over and bends you on the table, grabbing your throat and forcing your back against his torso.

“I love playing with you, y/n. You really are the only one that can get me excited. I have to give you that.”

“You are quite eccentric, Satoru. You get easily bored, it’s hard to keep up with you.”

“And you never failed me, never. ‘M kinda proud, y’know ?” he chuckles in your ear, tapping his finger against your throat as his minty breath caresses the skin of your neck.

“Well, you are welcome,” you answer through your teeth, trying to keep down your heavy exhales. This situation was making you crazy. Were you thinking straight ? Was he too ?

“Chasing you down is an amazing feeling. We gotta do that again, right ?” he purrs as he gently kisses your neck. “Sweet”, he whispers at the taste of your skin. The heat in your body increases.

“Again ? This chase wore me out.”

“Do you ? Yet it’s still not done… I’m not finished with you.” He turns your head, so you can look at him.

Now you understand why the enemies of Satoru, curses or sorcerers, begged him for mercy.

“Still not ?”

“Nuh-uh.” He smiles, and then looks down at the way you were biting your lips earlier. You didn't even realize that it was bleeding. His pupils blow out, and then without any warning, he presses his lips to yours, tasting the metallic taste on his tongue. You couldn’t register what happened that he already slightly backed away.

“You have to be careful, doll. The hopeless victim shouldn’t hurt themself. Only the murderer can. That’s the rule.”

You didn’t want him to have the upper hand on the situation, not like that. You take the opportunity that his infinity is turned off to swiftly free one of your hands, and then grab his collar before smashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. You did it, after years of subtle flirting, dangerous closeness and ambiguity, you crossed the line. At first, he looks happily surprised by your move. But he quickly puts his palms on your cheeks and deepens the kisses, turning you around to face him. He hums of approval against your mouth, moving his lips with desperation for more. With need, you part your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth.

The heated make out makes you both lost in the moment. His left hand caresses your body, at first safely, then dangerously more intimately. You do the same, grabbing his white locks that you always dreamed of touching like that. His skin was so smooth, and warm. Warm like what was happening in between your legs.

He presses himself against your hips, his cold fingers sliding under your dress and hinching on your burning thighs. He lets out a rumble that is captured by your lips. For a second, he stops the kiss to softly lick your neck while playing with the helm of your panties. His eyes meet yours, asking for approval as you moan at his teasing.

“You good with that ?”

You could just breathe out a poor “yeah”, way too caught up in the need and want of his fingers on you. He grins, biting his lower lip as he uses his thumbs to press on the wet patch of your underwear. You let out a burning exhale, and with his other hand he unbuttons the top of your dress, letting out your breast to the fresh air of the night. In the moment, you felt no shame about your body, no matter your insecurities, no embarrassant, nothing of that. Just : desire, need, love and insatiable passion.

“That’s my girl.” His voice vibrates against your breast as he softly kisses it and licks it, sucking on your nipple while maintaining eye contact. Each time you looked away, he would stop his thumb from moving on your panties, just to force you to stare right back at him for him to continue.

It was torture, teasing you like that through your cloth, not letting you have the relief you ached for. In a tortured whimper of need and despair, you call his name. You were angry at the way he was taunting you.

“So impatient…” He muses, and immediately takes off your panties in a swift motion. All at once, he makes you lay on the table and gets in between your thighs ; grabbing them strongly and parting them. Your dress rides up, letting your flesh exposed to his hungry eyes. You just have the time to lift yourself on your elbow to try to look at what was happening, that Satoru went straight down and kissed your throbbing clit.

You let your head fall, scoffing a moan of relief. But you had no time to breathe. The man was starved. He was hungry, and you just gave him the tastiest dessert of all. You always knew that Satoru had a sweet tooth, but never thought that one day his unsuitable need for sweets would be about you.

“This is where you’re weak, right ?” he says, his voice rumbling against you before he digs in between your thighs.

He licks all the way from your hole to your bundle of nerves, and sucks it till you squirm, before licking it as if it was his last meal. The expression “eating you out” made all its sense with Satoru. Every drop of your juice : he drank it. He latched on your folds, tortured your poor sweet clit, and slowly ravished your hole with his long and slender fingers. At this point, you just were a moaning mess, but a oh so captivating moaning mess. You were seeing stars the moment he used his infinity to make it buzzle like a toy on your cunt.

He continues to force you to keep eye contact. He couldn’t miss one second of your delectable facial expression, the way your lips parted, how your eyes got hazier, your voice cracking… It was torture, but such a fucking good torture.

The moment you reach your high, legs shaking and an explosion in your lower stomach, you dig your nails in his broad shoulders. He chuckles, riding your orgasm as he continues to softly lick you. Only after some seconds, he stops, kissing now your inner thighs like a praise for doing so well. You tried to catch your breath, you never felt something so strong before. Satoru rises on his feet and looms over you, kissing your lips to make you taste yourself. You feel him grinning against your mouth, mind still on cloud nine.

“Now sweetheart, run.” He suddenly says, stepping back to let you have the room to do so.

You looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant as you were still panting heavily.

“Y/n, I told you to run. I’m letting you escape.” He continues, this time taking off the knife from the table and twirling it around menacingly.

You didn't get what was happening, but you decided to follow what he said. Danger screaming you it was time. Your mind was still hazy, so you tried to stand up from the table, your dress falling back on your thighs, yet your legs were incredibly shaky.

You do some weird steps to run away, one, two, three, and fou- your escape is cut short as he grabs you back and yanks you this time on the small couch of the library. The one that normally students used to sit on to read some books. You were now laying on it, Satoru stradling you dangerously. You don’t know how, but he was wearing back the ghostface mask.

“Sorry sweetheart, just wanted to play with you.”

He takes off his shirt in one go, chuckling as he presses his painfully hard erection against you while he opens your legs, humming at the nasty sight.

“Satoru, you damn asshole ! Stop playing with me…” you struggle to say, panting.

He bucks his hips against yours, taking off your dress to admire your soft skin and how your body looked under his.

“Yet you love it. Right ?”

You just glare at him. You didn’t have to answer, he knew your response. It was obviously yes. He smiles to himself before grinding his clothed cock against your wet pussy.

“Yeah, you do…” he whispers to himself before sliding up his mask slightly to be able to kiss you, swallowing your answer as he unbuckles his belt and zips down his pants.

“Are you okay with no condom ?” You ask in between kisses.

“I don’t have one, but I'm clean, no worries, pookie.”

You laugh at how unsexy he just called you.

“I’m too.”

“What a perfect duo we are.” He coos, deepening the kiss.

He bites your lower lip, showing you to let him have access to your sweet tongue. The moment you do, you feel his hard dick finally grinding on your flesh, skin to skin. The mix of his precum and your juices makes it drip down your ass. He continues to tease you like that, making you beg for more, until he finally complies and softly enters you. At first, it’s sweet, inch by inch, making sure you are comfortable enough. He breathes out your name, moaning a curse at how good and tight you felt. If he could, he would stay inside forever.

“Fuck, I could die inside that pussy.” You moan at his words, you thought the same in the heat of the moment.

Once you showed that your body was now used to it, he grins and puts back his mask, suddenly grabbing your waist and then slamming his hips against yours. You choke, almost, and arch your back as he directly hits your sweet spot. He ravishes with no mercy your gummy walls. Each thrust goes deeper and harder, sometimes changing the path to make your head spin. He presses you down, parting even more your legs to leave him enough free room to handle you as he pleases.

“You doing so good for me- yeah ? I did well to- fuck, to buy the fucking ghost face mask on last minute.” He grits in between his teeth, his respiration growing heavier. You were panting too.

“Couldn’t have found anything better.” You mutter in between choked moans at his hard thrusts. You truly were going crazy of pleasure, your walls twitching around his cock. He chuckles a “yeah” and sucks his lip in between his canines, trying to suppress his own sounds to not be too loud.

He flips you around, lifting your ass and putting your face against the couch. He slaps, once, twice your left cheek. It was already red from the strength of his hand. He digs his fingers in your hips, slamming harder your cunt to fuck you to oblivion. It would for sure leave bruises at this rate. You couldn’t even have coherent thoughts, Satoru was just fucking you stupid. Dicking you down so good you could be in Heaven.

At the same time, Saroru hears a student passing by the corridor to return back to his dorm. He directly lifts your torso up and slams his hand against your mouth to prevent you from making any noise. Your moans get muffled now, as your sticky back is glued to his skin.

“Shh y/n, wouldn’t want you to alert anybody. Try to keep it down, yeah sweetie ?”

You didn't even understand what he was implying. You were far too gone into pleasure to realize that someone was passing outside the library. You just nod, like a dumb puppet. Satoru slides off his mask and bites hard on your shoulder, trying to calm his sounds of pleasure. His strong arms encircle you ; one around your waist, the other grabbing your breast and playing with the nipple. Your eyes almost rolled down your skull the moment he was bullying your G spot. You bite on his hand, contracting all your muscles to try to not let loose completely.

The moment the hallway is free of anybody, Satoru finally lets his hand go out of your mouth and he kisses your cheek.

“Bravo, y/n. Should I reward you ?” he whispers in your ear, panting.

You simply nod, nothing more nothing less. He grins at how far lost you were. He was jealous, Satoru was still trying to keep control of the situation for your own sake. But once he would let you cum, he was thinking of how he would just finally let it go and pound you until he ascended heavens. He wasn’t the honored one for nothing, after all. He smirks to himself as he then slides his thumb in between your folds and comes to play with your overstimulated clit while he destroys your insides with his dick.

The moment you become so lost in the pleasure that you dig your nails on his arms, he inhales your scent as he slams his cock right where you wanted him to, and accelerates his path. It was too much for you, you cum finally, hardly, whole body a shaking mess. You even feel hot tears trailing down your burning cheeks, smudging your makeup.

Yet, Satoru doesn’t stop. He finally lets go : something hard to do when being The Strongest. This time, he ravishes you with no more thoughts, finally chasing down his own orgasm. He turns you around and supports you against him, lifting you up. To not fall, he grabs your ass, and you circle his waist with your legs. You hold onto him, while he is too busy slamming again and again and all over again his cock in your dripping cunt.

“Fuck- can I come inside ? Please, can I-” he asks with a shaky voice, clearly out of himself. You try to think straight, remembering that you were using birth control, so you simply nod and whimper a poor yes.

The moment you accept, Satoru clearly loses control. The following seconds, as he continued to chase down his orgasms, he suddenly threw his head back and cums. Thick white loads of cum splashes inside your walls, and he whispers your name like a prayer that would open the gates of the Garden of Eden. He muffles his own moans by kissing you senseless.

Satoru sits back down on a loud thud on the couch, you still on him. You fall on his lap, both of you trying to catch back your breath. Everything was blurry around you, aside from the blue orbs of Satoru staring right back at your face while you were basking in the afterglow of sex. He smiles and kisses your forehead so so softly. You butterfly open your eyelids, smiling back at him.

“round 2 ?” he asks cheekily with a hoarse voice.

You roll your eyes, nudging him.

“What the fuck- Satoru, already ? We are in the school library,” you half complain, resting your head on his neck. He chuckles, playing with the skin of your back.

“I can teleport us in an empty dorm. ‘M not tired, I want more.”

“Seriously ?”

“This pussy got me on a chokehold, baby.”

You end up laughing at his words, he smirks at that. You sigh and lift back your head.

“Alright, round 2.”

“And round 3, then 4, then 5…”

“Hold down your dick, Satoru.”

After again some playful banter, you find yourself ready for an endless night with Satoru inside an unused dorm of the campus. He of course took back the knife, wanting to keep it for good use later, then your dress, panties, and his shirt. Erasing any clue that could show that you both ended up there.

Yet, on purpose or on accident, on the cold floor of the library remains the ghost face mask laying down. The waking sun shines on the white of the mask, proving that indeed someone was here during this Halloween night.

If every Halloween ended up like that : getting tracked down by your best friend disguised as an horror movie character, then getting fucked senseless till the end of the night… Well, you would gladly do it all over again every year.

***

“What’s your favorite scary movie ?”

“Shut up Satoru, it’s 7 am. Let me fucking sleep.”

“Sorry, sorry, geez. Good night.”

THE END

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[drabblejester]

good day, mister jester :) I see youre taking request. sicne you yourself are a jester, might i ask how the archons would deal with having their own jester? (making silly jokes, harmless pranks etc) how they acquire said jester is up to you!

how the ARCHONS would treat you as their JESTER!

requested by: wonderful sillay anon!!

parings: all archons & jester!reader

content warnings: none!! just silliness

comments: take this as romantic(NOT FOR NAHIDA) or platonic idc HEEHEE!! this is a splendid ask thank u my liege <3 probably ooc

VENTI:

you’re jester’d by him after he found you on the street, while he was bumbling around drunk. thought you were funny, so he just tagged you along!!

and oooh he LOVES you!!! he writes so many songs for you to dance along to, happily singing and strumming his little lyre while you bust a move

if anything its the both of you that are the jesters… instead of you being in a ‘jester & god’ scenario, its more of a ‘jester & jester’ thing. you tell eachother jokes, sing with eachother, etc! and after yall have fun, you lay down in the grass together and snooze :3

ZHONGLI:

you’re jester’d by him after one of the millith recommend you to him, saying many good things about you and your antics!!! he meets you in person and it goes well!!

despite his strong and gentle demeanor, he will giggle and watch you happily. in fact, he actually HELPS you pull off pranks. ranging from replacing all of venti’s sugar with salt, painting on the hull of beidou’s ship, or snatching masks from fatuus, you’re having fun alongside him sometimes!!!

he treats you super well, lavishing you with yummy treats and delicious tea. he makes a little room for you somewhere in the inn, and always makes sure you’re happy and well taken care of.

RAIDEN:

you’re jester’d by her after miss sara almost puts you in jail. thankfully, your silly demeanor and joyous attitude captivated her. so you get to go free! as long as you can provide her some entertainment sometimes.

she actually doesn’t have you entertain her that often, just kinda keeps you around like a cool rock. more often, you’ll find yourself entertaining her guards and her loyal followers instead. which is still nice!

she’ll try her best to take care of you, but ultimately ends up just plopping you in the hands of the people she trusts. she isn’t too fond of your pranks but she loves your performances, so you’re equipped with props and costumes :3

NAHIDA:

you’re jester’d by her after you were grabbed by the scruff by a forest ranger, gently being ushered back into the city like a lost cat. which you might as well be! she saw you, you told her a few jokes and gave her some candy, and she got somewhat attached

she really likes your jokes!!! simple puns only, and the occasional riddle. a lot of the time, she’d actually be telling YOU riddles! sadly they’re very hard to figure out so good luck. you get to teach her about certain jokes but you have to explain the punchlines 50% of the time

life with her is very simple, she holds you as an equal (maybe even as a sibling figure?) unlike other archons like raiden or mavuika. you entertain her, and she entertains you! like a nice equal exchange of knowledge in the form of silly jokes.

FURINA:

you’re jester’d after being caught by the guardes for breaking some obscure law, probably related to a prank you pulled. you’re dragged into court (which breaks your silly heart…), furina sees you, and VERRYY dramatically calls for a halt. she runs away with you(and neuvillette on your tail).

she treats you like a secret, not in a weird way but in a.. whispers to you to go and check out the magazine selection and sends you off like her personal little scarab. it’s very obvious you two are hanging out because BOTH of you became 10x more dramatic, but she refuses everything.

your living situation is like roommates, despite her holding some power over you. neuvillette insisted that you get a separate apartment but you both complained enough to where you got to stay hanging out. you’re like best friends!! you eat sweets together, hang out, etc. she even teaches you some of her super secret acting techniques!!!

MAVUIKA:

you’re jester’d after you become hopelessly lost in natlan, miserably jingling across the floor, and winding up in a family of saurians. she finds you all sad and weeping and ue ue ue, and takes you in like a little baby birdie.

actually, you don’t do much entertaining with her! when you do, it’s usually her trying to train you to become strong. thankfully your little kicks and sad punches don’t do much to her. so to cheer you up, she lets you tell her riddles and stories and jokes. turns out she is a SUCKER for puns.

you get to hang out in natlan wherever you want, like tossing a bird in the air and letting it fly away for a bit. your best nap spot is in a very cramped little cave, all cozied up with one blanket to make the edges less sharp. surprisingly it’s very cozy! you can even curl up above on the rocks like a lizard!!!!

TSARITSA:

you’re jester’d by her after a few fatuus find you all sad and wet in the city, jingling about and being a general disturbance to the peace (as god intended). you’re dragged all the way to the palace, to get judged. you’re not put in as a harbinger but you get to be a fool one way or another!

speaking of harbingers, they either love you or hate you. the tsaritsa will always ensure your safety from the weirdness of dottore and the edginess of signora, but you can’t help but be a little upset by them. she’ll wipe your tears and allow you to dance around the palace to help you feel better :3

you get free reign over the palace whether the harbingers like it or not. curled up on lab tables, hunched under chairs, maybe stealing a fatuu grunt’s bed, etc. and they don’t get to say anything bad about you because you’re the tsaritsa’s special little jester! pierro is still upset that you stole his cool nickname though

eat up my liege… leave no crumbs either. i just swept the floor

[kissingchamber]

clever cat

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: you and spiderman keep flirting with each other, so you decide— on a whim!— to do something about it

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Black Cat!male reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): thievery, kinda open ending (it's happy though!!)

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! written for this request! Hope you like this anon :3

It started out as something to cure your boredom, keep you busy— and by it you mean the whole running around in spandex stealing things, of course— but now, now you do it to get the attention of the cute spider themed hero.

You had just finished robbing a high-end jewelry store when he showed up. Right when you thought he would.

"Did no one ever teach you it isn't nice to steal, kitty?" Spider-Man's voice sounds from behind you, slightly muffled by the fabric of his mask.

You two have been doing this for a little while now, throwing witty words at each other, bantering, borderline flirting, while he tries to stop you, with little to no success— sometimes you begin to think he's letting you go on purpose.

"If they did, I wasn't listening." You smirk, fangs flashing in the city's neverending lights. Before he can respond you're jumping onto another rooftop, starting the cat and mouse chase you two often find yourselves in.

He swings after you. And catches up quickly, too. He knows you and your schemes quite well by now. "C'mon, kitty cat, you can't run from me all night."

"I will if I have to!" You chuckle and duck as he shoots a web at you. The chase continues on and on, like it always does, with witty remarks being uttered into the night.

Then, Spider-Man's almost above you, so close to catching you. "Y'know, with how many times I find you on my tail, I'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." You boldly tease him, half to throw him off, and half because you wish he had a crush on you.

He gets flustered, like he always does, and misses on his next swing, falling to the rooftop and landing behind you. "What? I do not!" It doesn't sound very convincing, though, not to you anyway.

"Oh Spidey, just admit it, you like this little thing of ours." There it is again. The flirting. You can't help it! It just feels so right. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him.

You don't know when or how, but you end up with his face inches from yours, his mask rolled up just above his nose. You know you're talking and that he's talking, you're talking to each other— but all you can focus on are his lips, and he doesn't seem much better either.

The gap between the two of you slowly closes and your lips meet and it's exhilarating, you almost can't believe it. But before you know it, both of you are pulling away, flustered.

"I— uh, gotta go, bye Spidey!" You hurry to say, dropping the bag of stolen jewels on to the ground next to him and turning around to leave.

"Wuh— wait! Kitty don't go!" He yells after you, "at least tell me your name before you go, please?" You have to pause for a moment at the softness in his pleading voice. Should you? You decide to just, fuck it. You whisper your name, so quiet you'd think no one heard it, but from the way his face lights up you can tell he heard you loud and clear.

You disappear into the night like you always do, leaving Spider-Man to stand there, on the roof top, a blush painting his cheeks red and a silly grin tugging the corners of his lips up.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank you for reading! reblogs r appreciated!!

[jukedy]

gojo the type of guy who'd want to bridal carry you at all times

gojo the type of guy who'd kick his feet whenever you're texting him

gojo the type of guy to cling onto you whenever you have to leave for work

gojo the type of guy who'd imitate cheesy couples in public to embarrass you

gojo the type of guy to pull silly pranks on you and blame it on his students

gojo the type of guy to work out in front of you just to get you flushed

gojo the type of guy to wear your clothes sometimes just to piss you off (affectionately)

gojo the type of guy to only have serious talks with you whenever he's holding you close to him in bed

gojo the type of guy to get himself brown lenses to see your reaction

gojo also the type of guy who'd get OFFENDED when you didn't say you missed your iceberg king

gojo the type of guy who can't shut up about you to literally anyone

gojo the type of guy to complain about things while saying 'y/n would never do it like this'

gojo the type of guy to drastically hold you whenever you get a bit hurt (may it be stubbing your toe)

gojo the type of guy to fake wrestle with you whenever you're busy

gojo the type of guy to say 'draw me like one of your french girls' like the loser he is

gojo the type of guy to kiss each one of your knuckles to persuade you into doing something for him

gojo the type of guy to get himself into trouble often but is okay with it knowing you'll come to his rescue

gojo the type of guy to send you cat memes and say 'me and you'

gojo the type of guy to wear a suit when it comes to meeting your family

gojo the type of guy who'd flex having you as a partner

gojo the type of guy who'd text you during easy missions just to piss off the enemy

gojo the type of guy to gift you blue roses like a gentleman

gojo the type of guy to be a little selfish and secretly fill in your schedule with several dates with him

gojo the type of guy to kiss you on your nose the most

gojo the type of guy to teach you how to dance even though he has no idea how to either (he stepped on all your toes)

gojo the type of guy who'd get his students to put in a good word for him to you, like how he saved that cat the other day (there was no cat)

gojo the type of guy to pull your chair out for you while on date (hes on the verge of pulling it twice to make you fall on your butt)

gojo the type of guy to be a really soft kisser, even his touch feels like feathers

gojo the type of guy to have the ugliest pic of you as his wallpaper (they're all beautiful to him)

gojo the type of guy to ask you if you're single whenever he's drunk

gojo the type of guy to watch sappy romance series and takes notes for how he'll treat you

gojo is that guy

A/N: wowzers my first ever jjk post😲 feel free to request something

[mire1li]

Reader as Alastor's Mother part 3

So I took a little while oops Part 1!, Part 2!

𓋼 You brush his hair every morning. He pretends to find it annoying but he secretly loves it.

Whenever you'd brush his hair, you'd sometimes mention how short it was and that you couldn't do any hairstyles with it, which, on one hand, was good for his pride, but on the other hand, made you sad which also made him slightly sad. So he made the very rational decision to grow his hair out for you so that you could style it one day!

"Alastor, is your hair longer than before?"

"Hm? Is it?" he would never admit he did it for you! 𓋼 At one point, you were in the lobby with everyone else and you started wondering about Alastor's ears since he never actually mentioned anything, of course, you remembered Charlie's constant pleading to pet him, to which he always refused with his typical "Ha! No.", which made you more curious, if perhaps you could get away with it as his mother.

So, only naturally, you placed your hand atop his head and pet him, his ears lightly twitching. Charlie squealed. Of course she did.

"Oh my gosh! Can I do that too?!" she asked

"Haha! Absolutely not."

She wasn't very happy. She ended up pouting the entire day, Vaggie having to comfort her. To Charlie, it was like someone telling her not to pet a cute cat! Absolutely heartbreaking 𓋼 On that specific day, you also asked if he had a tail, and considering he had ears, it would make sense for there to be a tail too. Of course, silly Alastor was too embarrassed to answer in front of everyone, so he avoided the question!

"You're very positive today, Mother, did something good happen?"

"Nothing in particular, so about your tail-!"

"That's for me to know and you to… maybe, find out, Mother!"

You asked him about it again when you two weren't around the others, so he decided to show you! it was a nice revelation. 𓋼 You noticed that the shadow Alastor has following you around all the time, sometimes disappears, so you used that opportunity to go meet Lucifer as he invited you for tea countless times, and who are you to decline such a kind invitation?

When Alastor realised he couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel, he panicked and searched every inch of it multiple times, until Vaggie had finally had enough and asked him what happened.

"What are you doing, Alastor?"

"Searching for my Mother! She's gone missing, you see!" of course, he had a menacing look on his face.

"She mentioned she was going out for a while"

"Oh? And did she say… where?"

"Nope, well anyway, good luck!"

Yeah, Vaggie just left him. So he waited for you patiently at the hotel entrance. When you finally returned, he clung to you like his life depended on it, asking you many questions. 𓋼 I feel like whenever the Overlords had important, confidential, meetings, Alastor would immediately return to the hotel and tell you all about them, whether it be out of spite or fun. You definitely enjoyed knowing all the things going on in hell. 𓋼 You and Niffty put makeup on him when he was asleep and pinned his hair back (Alastor was pretending to sleep, just letting you two do your thing). Angel started laughing and giving him silly nicknames when he saw his hair, which inevitably caused him to shake his head very fast, removing the pin from his hair. 𓋼 Your first birthday with everyone. Of course, Alastor threw you a party. It was meant to be a surprise but considering he’s always with you, you found out because he was more secretive than before (you managed to guilt-trip him into telling you what he was hiding) 𓋼 For Christmas (if you celebrate it), you decorate Alastor with Christmas lights! He says he hates it but he definitely doesn’t, although it certainly made him a little bit scarier when he did that spooky thing with his eyes!

"Mother. Please do explain again why you decided to put christmas lights on me."

"You're more colourful this way!" you turned the lights on, so that now they were switching between multiple colours

Angel and Niffty ended up hanging a few baubles on his antlers too, before he noticed. 𓋼 Charlie had asked about your time alive so you began telling her, and everyone else who was listening, about some silly stories! When Alastor came into the lobby and heard you telling an embarrassing story about him, his ears lightly twitched and flattened against his head. He was just a little bit embarrassed.

Of course, he tried to leave again, unnoticed, however, the all-too bubbly charlie saw him and invited him to join.

"Alastor! [Name] was just telling us stories, come join us!"

"No"

"Alastor, darling, Charlie is being very kind! You need to be around these souls more! Come join."

Of course, he can't say no to you, so he ended up sitting by your side as you continued to tell the story about him, you lightly pet him and hugged him from time to time. Although his ears still stayed flat against his head. 𓋼 You wanted to make a flower crown, but since no flowers actually existed in hell, you had to make do with other things (paper). Yes, you made paper flowers and then turned them into a makeshift flower crown, which you then placed on top of Alastor's head.

"Mother?"

"Darling, I made you a paper flower crown!" 𓋼 Alternatively, you may've decided to sneak out again to find Lucifer.

"Luci, can you sneak us into Heaven?"

"Heaven?! Why?"

"I need flowers"

"Why would you need flowers?"

"To make Alastor a flower crown!"

Yeah, he wasn't too excited about that idea but he still agreed, although it did take a bit of… bribery…

"I'll… give you a kiss if you agree!"

"Let's go!" he opened the portal immediately and took you with him.

In the end, you got all the flowers you needed (after being chased out by Lute and Adam), so you were both… somewhere in hell, for sure.

"So… about what you said, before I got us into Heaven…"

"Oh, right!" You never specified where you'd kiss him so you simply kissed his cheek, he was a little disappointed but it's alright, you got Alastor a lovely flower crown! 𓋼 I feel like he would've been very afraid of spiders when he was alive, and then you were left with the task to exterminate any that entered your home (whether or not you were also afraid) 𓋼 You were quite a fan of new technology (though not completely obsessed), it made life far easier for you, though Alastor always 'confiscated' everything when he was around as he wasn't too keen on it.

"Mother, I don't see what you like about this device so much."

"It's simple to use and makes things quite a bit simpler than back when we were alive."

"I think it's pointless."

"Yes, you've always been a fan of radio… I see that obsession has stuck, even after death"

"It is not an obsession, Mother. I prefer 'fascination'!"

[sminiac]

Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

⋆ Haku Shota + Reader

💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart II

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You try to recover

You stay in the hospital for nearly two weeks as your new heart gets used to its new home in your body.

Ingrid and Mapi are with you the entire time.

Sometimes, one of them even skips training to come and see you. You're in a special hospital room and they have to wear silly facemasks when they come to visit that makes them look all weird.

They bring you lots of things to play with while you're stuck in bed and all of their friends send you flowers and food to keep you happy. Your caseworker comes in sometimes and she gets Mapi and Ingrid to sign lots of documents and helps them to sign you out of the hospital to take you home.

"Okay," Ingrid says as you all come up in the elevator together," You ready?"

You're wearing a special party hat because Mapi said that you were going to have a little party to celebrate your new heart. You don't really know why getting your new heart means a party but you also know that a party means lots of food and fun so you're happy to go back inside.

A few of Ingrid and Mapi's friends are already in there but you head straight for Patri and Pina because they're holding Bagheera, who's wearing a party hat too.

"Whoa, there," Ingrid says softly, still holding your hand tight like she's scared you're going to wink out of existence," Let's take it slow, alright?"

You frown and shrug. "Okay."

She keeps hold of your hand as you move to greet Bagheera. She mews at you softly, bumping her head against your chest.

"I know," You say," I've got my Santa heart." You look up at Pina and Patri. "Santa got me a new heart for Christmas. It goes boom-boom properly."

"Really?" Patri asks," That's cool. Do you feel better now?"

"Little tired sometimes," You reply, rocking back and forth on your feet," But still good!"

"She's been healing up very well." Ingrid's fingers run through your hair like yours run through Bagheera's. "The doctors are going to do another check next week and then we get to take her out again."

Even though you're out of the hospital now, you're not allowed out of the house for another week just so you can adjust to everything back home again.

"It'll be good to see you at training again," Pina says," We've been missing our little cheerleader."

"And you can join in now!" Patri exclaims and you whip your head over to Ingrid.

"Can I?"

She thinks for a moment. "We'll see," She says," Let's get through next week and then we'll see if you're strong enough to run around."

"Okay." You go back to stroking over Bagheera's fur and adjusting her party hat when she gets annoyed with it. You like Bagheera. You'd never seen a cat in real life before you came to live with Ingrid and Mapi so it's nice to have Bagheera with you now.

You yawn when you're about halfway through the movie Paredes put on and you climb up into Mapi's lap to lay on her. Her big hands rest on your back, gently stroking up and down until you're head feels too heavy for your body and it flops against her.

"She looks much better," Alexia says as she notices that you're out like a light.

"Yeah," Mapi says as she reaches for a blanket to drape around your body," They had her on a ventilator those first few hours after surgery and she looked so bad when they took her in. But...But she's better now, just a little sleepier."

"She just had major surgery," Alexia says," I think she's allowed to be a bit tired. I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did."

Mapi laughs, gently rocking you. "I should put her to bed. I can't imagine those hospital ones were comfy."

Your weeks dissolve into a steady routine after you get your Santa heart. You still have to go to the doctor every week and they do tests on your new heart and they take out the little staples they put in your chest.

Ingrid still sticks to your side and she's always giving you cuddles and kisses. She lets you run around more now that the doctor says it's okay but she still wraps you up nice and warm because you still sometimes have issues with being cold.

A few months after you're declared fully fit, your caseworker comes to visit.

Ingrid lets her in while you've opened your mouth so Mapi can give you your medication. The doctor says that even though your Santa heart is working very well, you'll have to take medicine every day to make sure that your body wants to keep it.

Well, he said lots of big words and complicated stuff but Mapi explained it to you like that when you went to get ice cream after your appointment.

You case worker says hello to you before briefly looking around the house ago and then making you sit down in front of the tv with her. That makes you a bit nervous and you hang on Mapi's hand.

"With Mapi and Ingrid?"

"In a minute," Your caseworker says," I just want to have a little talk with you without them."

Your brow wrinkles. "And Bagheera has to go too?"

"Bagheera can stay," Ingrid promises you, kissing the top of your head and steering Mapi into their bedroom.

You stroke Bagheera's fur rhythmically as you sit in front of your caseworker.

"How are you feeling now?" She asks," With your new heart?"

"Santa got me a good one," You reply," But I've still got to take special medicine."

She writes something down. "And you always take your medicine?"

"Ingrid reminds me," You answer, getting a bit distracted by the way a single ray of sunlight is peaking through the blinds," And Mapi hides it in icing sometimes for when I don't want to take it."

She writes down something more. "That's good. And you like it here, with Ingrid and Mapi?"

The topic of your favourite girls makes you perk up. "They're my most favourite! Mapi is so cool! She's got lots of tattoos. She says that one day, she'll let me draw her one to put on her body."

Your caseworker nods along, her pen moving along the paper. "And what about Ingrid?"

"Ingrid gives me cuddles all the time," You say," And she lets me help make dinner and cookies and she takes me to the park and we go down the slide together."

Your caseworker stops writing and flips her notepad shut. "Do you remember what it means to have a caseworker like me?"

You nod.

"What does it mean?"

"It means that you find adults to look after me because I don't have parents."

Your caseworker nods. "Adults like Ingrid and Mapi," She says," They're fostering you."

You give her a little look. "I know." You don't know why she's talking about that. It makes you feel all weird inside and briefly, you wonder if your Santa heart is going boom-boom wrong like your old one.

"Sometimes," She says," Fostering is more temporary."

You don't like her words. It makes you feel all icky and bad inside. You shake your head. "No," You say," No! Stay here!"

Your caseworker hands you a picture. It's got a little family on it, a mummy and a daddy and two boys who have the same hair colour as you.

"This family doesn't want to foster you," Your caseworker says when you throw the picture on the floor and hold Bagheera close. "They want to adopt you. They think you'd fit in well with them. Like a forever home instead of a foster home."

You shake your head, your bottom lip wobbling. "No...No! Forever home with Ingrid and Mapi!"

Your caseworker sighs deeply, shuffling the picture of the little family back into her folder. "You want to stay here?" She checks," With Ingrid and Mapi?"

"And Bagheera," You say stubbornly," Because this is forever home. Mapi and Ingrid are forever with me and my Santa heart."

"And you don't want to live with this family?" She reaches for the picture again and you turn away.

"Ingrid and Mapi," You say firmly.

"Okay. Let's get Ingrid and Mapi in here."

You're near to tears when they finally come back in and Ingrid pulls you into her arms immediately. You wipe your cheeks dry on her shirt and blindly reach for Mapi.

"Stay," You beg," Stay here. With you."

Mapi whips her head to your caseworker. "We've already begun to file the paperwork!" She hisses," Why would you bring them up to her?"

"I'm just doing my job. I couldn't let her stay here if she didn't want to!"

"Want to stay!" You say, hiding yourself away in Ingrid's neck," Want to stay!"

"You're stressing her out," Ingrid cuts in plainly when it looks like Mapi and your caseworker are going to start yelling," I understand you're doing your checks and you have to get her opinion but she's barely been out of the hospital for a few months and the doctors said that undue stress isn't good for her Santa heart." She strokes a hand over the back of your head. "We've filed the paperwork. She wants to live with us over the other family that expressed interest. We want her here with us."

Your caseworker sighs. She does that a lot. "I can't promise this will stay private. You're public figures. Your papers will be rushed through as soon as possible."

When she leaves, you finally peak out from your hiding place. With big, wet eyes, you look between Ingrid and Mapi. "Stay here?"

"Yes," Mapi says with an air of finality," You're staying here."