#my teeth are already set too narrow 😭😭😭😭😭

[lokh]

so in your mouth behind your lower teeth. theres kind of a little ridge right. and mine is particularly pronounced to the point dentists have stopped to make sure its not like. a problem. well very recently mine have been hurting particularly when eating (harder things scraping against it when previously this has never been a problem) and now im worried ive somehow got extra teeth erupting -_-

[dollfaceksj]

THE SEXYAL TENSION U CANT CUT US OFF LIKE THAT WE NEED 10

u ask for drabble #10 and i shall deliver

warnings: teasing, tension, fuckboy!jk back in action, dilemma

have fun and all i’m gonna say is��� THINK.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #10

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u jog up to the rest and swing the bag of snacks back and forth in their faces

“look what jungkook got us!” you beam, opening up the bag to show what’s inside

hyunjoo and isabella are just as excited as you, seokjin is just digging into the bag and yoongi is trying not to care

“good taste,” isabella quietly says to hyunjoo as she nudges her hip with her own

😀😀😀😀

inside joke?

she said it so quietly that you’re sure you weren’t supposed to hear that

you watch as hyunjoo starts blushing and she hides her face behind her hands whilst telling isabella to knock it off

….

alright then…. moving on?

“y’all are just in time for dinner, tae and jimin already set the table.” yoongi is the rational one as he keeps you up to date with what happened when y’all were gone

at least SOMEONE that actually thinks about you

he’s so :(( <333

you smile at him and just as you’re about to ask if you can have a talk with him, you hear the drop of water bottles hit the ground behind you

oop

hello

you turn to look over your shoulder and jungkook is right behind you, staring you down

eyes so black you’re convinced you’re staring down two bottomless pits. just an abyss

he looks

annoyed

“oh, thanks jungkook!” seokjin yells as he runs up to the packs of water and takes a few out to keep them in the coolbox. “you too, y/n!”

jungkook doesn’t respond and neither do you

but before you can get back to what you were doing

he wraps his hand around your bicep and pulls you with him a few meters, creating enough distance between the others and you to make sure no one hears

oh gosh

oh no

cue squidward voice

oh no he’s hot

oh ur gonna fold

ur gonna fold

ur gonna FOLD

jungkook starts, “i hope you know this means we’re even.”

you blink at him a couple times. “meaning?”

he lets go of your arm. “meaning it’s gonna go back to the way it was.”

ha

right right

???

you cross your arms over your chest, mischief glinting in your eyes as you glare up at him. “i don’t know, i liked it when you were all pathetic and needy, those eyes of yours just pleading and begging at my mercy.”

he narrows his eyes at you for a split second and then chuckles,,,,

he CHUCKLES

Yeah… he wasn’t kidding when he said it’s gonna go back to the way it was

cause you’re starting to feel smaller and smaller by the second

“speaking of,” he begins, completely disregarding your comment. “shouldn’t you apologize to me too?”

you frown. “and why the fuck should i?”

he laughs, shoulders bouncing as he LAUGHS in YOUR FACE. “i know you’re older than me but don’t pretend like you’re losing your memories. you said some hurtful things to me too.”

older than me

why

did he have

to remind you

for FUCKS sake wow

why did he kinda gag you😭

your lips twitch and you grit your teeth together trying to come up with a response.

“no comment? shall i remind you, then?” he starts, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants

you’re not gonna let him assert his dominance. “oh, do enlighten me.”

“good for nothing, narcissist, fucking loser, gross, nothing but a fuckboy,” he lists

damn that shit was weighing down on his mindddd

he listed that so fast. like he’d memorized it

you shrug your shoulders. “alright then, i apologize for those things.”

he squints his eyes at you again, already anticipating something mischievous from you

and he’s goddamn right

“but you are a fuckboy. i’m not apologizing for calling you that.”

there it is

he takes a step forward, closing whatever gap was between the two of you

“stop calling me a fuckboy.” his brows are furrowed and his breath fans over your face

“or what?” you retort with all the defiance you can muster

oof

this is

getting intense

cause why do you feel the back of your neck heating up….

he tilts his head slightly as he continues to stare you down. “if i really was a fuckboy, i’d have fucked you already.”

WOOP WOOP THATS THE SOUND OF DA POLICE

HUH

wait

okay

lets calm down

lets not let him get to you like before

you snort, “and you want me to apologize for calling you a narcissist?”

“saying that doesn’t make me a narcissist.” he looks around for a moment, head turned to the side

the side of his face that you smacked back in that club LMAOOO

your eyes instantly trace his jawline, his lips, the column of his throat, the adam’s apple bobbing up and down whenever he speaks or swallows

he’s so fucking fine…

“but if me thinking i’m the fucking best at what i do makes me one, then i’ll take it.” he turns his head again, facing you fully as his eyes shift back to yours

best at what i do

????

what is he…

is he referring

to

is he referring to fucking people?

don’t embarrass yourself.

ask for clarification.

your frown deepens. “what do you mean?”

he stares at you for what seems like ages, an unreadable expression on his face

his eyes drop down to your lips for a moment before they shift back up to make eye contact with you

then, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips for a few seconds before disappearing. “i think you know what i mean.” he nonchalantly takes his phone out of his pocket and glances at the time

does he know

you were thinking about …

him … having sex …

jesus girl stop being embarrassing 😭

he says, “now let’s go have dinner.”

and with that, he walks away

hm

okay…

nicely done

you know, before you didn’t know how to handle him

but now… now you know exactly how to play his game

you’ll take the bait

during dinner, you’re seated in between yoongi and tae and right across from you

is that FUCKER again

ugh life is just taunting you atp….

you’re all just sitting around, empty plates with food remnants on them and paper cups filled with water

“we should play never have i ever or truth or drink!” tae beams

hoseok replies, “we don’t have any alcohol.”

“so? we can just do it with water!” tae suggests and everyone’s just glancing at each other

“fuck it, why not?” yoongi says as he pours water into your cup without you asking

yoongi is such a gentleman… wow.

fighting every urge not to drop onto your knees and give him the filthiest, sloppiest blowjob of his life

you’re looking around and it seems like everyone is starting to like the idea of a game

“never have i ever gotten high,” tae starts and immediately reaches for his own cup

you watch as joon, yoongi, tae and jimin drink

well… whatever is revealed on the camping trip, stays here

you sheepishly reach for your own cup and take a sip

everyone starts laughing, asking you when and why but you quickly dismiss them with a wave of your hand

“okay, never have i ever masturbated more than 3 times a day,” jimin says

DAMN? going straight for the inappropriate asks

and you watch as seokjin, hoseok and joon reach for their cups

more than 3 times should be illegal…

put these BEASTS behind bars

IMMEDIATELY!!

but then

hyunjoo raises her cup to her lips too

wow??? shes been so quiet and shy

like don’t judge a book by it’s cover but you’d have never expected it from her😭😭

not that she masturbates a lot… but that she’d admit it like this 😭

props to her

everyone roars at the revelation and shes just hiding her burning face

you laugh at the scene in front of you and shake your head, they’re so ridiculous

“i have one,” hoseok starts, making everyone turn to him

hoseok is known as the guy that always asks ridiculous things that no one can drink to

“never have i ever had sex with someone that’s sitting at this table.”

see? ridiculous.

like how would–

wait

why are hyunjoo and isabella giggling as they reach for their cup :)

and why is jungkook raising the cup to his lips :)

this

uhhhh

wow

😂😂😂😂😂😂

yeah let’s not act crazy rn

so

this means they either had a threesome or he fucked both one on one

you don’t like either outcome

wait

what are you even saying?

jungkook can do whatever the fuck he wants

like literally why the fuck do you care

everyone’s laughing and asking stuff but jungkook and the girls are staying quiet and shaking their head while laughing

okay well at least they’re having a good time😂😂😂😂😂

😐

smilin’ but it ain’t funny. smilin’ but it ain’t funny.

you should have known these two random ass girls have had sex with that fuckboy

community dick

hm

college community dick

yeah

college community cock?

CCC

LMFAOOOO

yeah. new nickname alert.

you glance at jungkook but he’s not looking at you, no, he’s glancing at the two giggling girls at the end of the table with a small smile on his lips

and you don’t like it one bit

“moving on,” you interrupt, “never have i ever been brutally rejected.”

everyone turns to look at you. “brutally?” joon echoes

“yeah like, with a slap to the face or something.”

they all go “ahhh” but they shake their heads, implying that has never happened before

you stare jungkook down and he’s staring back. you watch as the realization sets on his face and that he has to be the only one that has to drink to this particular scenario

he wanted you to take his bait, right?

his eyes glimmer with something you can’t quite put your finger on but he picks up his cup nonetheless and drinks, being the only one at the table who does so

right right

let’s see if he’s still up to play games with you

everyone laughs at the fact jungkook had gotten slapped before and he nods with a smile, allowing them to laugh at him

“my turn,” he starts and then his eyes land on you again. “never have i ever thrown my good friend under the bus by lying to save my own ass for something insignificant.”

record scratch

ohfuck

IS HE

Oh no

WHY WOULD HE DO THIS

everyone looks around. “ohhh good one, that’s so messed up,” jimin laughs as he slaps jungkook’s shoulder

fuck

fuck

FUCK

no one’s drinking

oh you’re gonna look like a shit fucking friend

you scratch the back of your head as you slowly reach for the cup and take a sip

everyone at the table is now focused on you

“y/n! it better not have been me!” tae yells as he pokes your sides which almost makes you spill water over yourself

you grumble, “no, of course not.” you put your cup back down and glance up at jungkook, who is sitting right across from you, still fucking looking at you

hands against the bench he’s sitting on, on each side of his hips as he leans on them, head tilted back and staring you down with the most shit-eating fucking grin

you need to slap that right off his pretty face

JERK

the games continue and whenever it comes back to you or jungkook, it’s just underhanded jabs between you two that thankfully no one else seems to notice

it’s past 11pm now and it’s time to go to sleep so you slowly rise to your feet

you and jungkook were kinda the only ones without a task aside from picking up water so you were assigned to clean up with him

he told you to wait for him while he goes to pee

but ur not gonna wait for him so you gather the plates of everyone, watching as yoongi suddenly appears next to you to help you out

“you prepared the food, you don’t have to clean up.” you remind him of the delicious food he helped preparing for you

like yoongi is such a good cook yo😭😭

he shakes his head. “i want to.”

you smile and continue to gather plates and cups

ugh and you’re moments away from getting into a tent with jeon jung fucking kook

like just being that close to him for that long has got to be some kind of divine punishment

wait

you’re such a fucking bitch

this man is being so fucking sweet, cleaning up with you when he literally doesn’t have to and you’re thinking about some random fuckboy?

enough.

it’s time to set the record straight before shit gets out of hand

you need to make a choice

and you need to choose wisely

“yoongi?” you call out to him, watching as he swiftly turns to you, responding with a soft ‘hm?’

“can we talk?” you quietly ask as you place the plates back down on the table and walk up to him

“of course.” he says, reaching out to adjust the earring in your earlobe. “what’s bothering that pretty head of yours?”

fuck

his hands are so soft

wow

get real

you need to be serious

calm down

you can do this

CHOOSE WISELY

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[the-darkestminds]

A Dying Flame

Eris POV — my first fic

Heyyyyy friends. I decided to write the two scenes UTM from Eris’s POV where Lucien is being tormented and Eris is forced to watch. It can also be found here. I’ve never written anything before so be nice to me 😭 I took a few lines directly from ACOTAR to set the scene and make it as canon as possible, but the rest came from me. I tried to channel SJM's writing style as best I could. I am trash for Eris so I couldn’t resist. I hope you guys like it 🥲 title is dumb so I might change it. I am eternally grateful for any of you who choose to read the whole thing, I promise it’s not too long! 🙏

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Eris

I stood at the edge of the gathered crowd, struggling to keep the cool mask of indifference on my face as Amarantha once again had Lucien bound and on his knees before her. Would his torment never cease? He had never quite mastered the ability to keep his mouth shut, to leash his tongue until the moment it would best serve him. Lucien’s loud mouth had already cost him his left eye, plucked right from his head by Amarantha herself. Rage coursed through me at the role I was forced to play each day under this cursed mountain. How useless I’d become at protecting those I held most dear. 

Lucien and I had not exchanged honest words in over 30 years. I longed for the chance to speak to him alone, to beg him to hold his tongue so as not to draw Amarantha’s ire more than he already had. Not for the first time, I desperately wished for the daemati abilities the High Lord of Night possessed so that I might speak to Lucien privately. Abilities he was about to unleash upon my brother.  

Beside Lucien stood a small and ordinary mortal girl, likely Amarantha’s newest plaything to torture and discard.

“Her name?” Amarantha asked Tamlin, who didn’t reply. “I don’t suppose your handsome brothers know, Lucien,” she purred.

Give up her name! I nearly begged him. To hell with the girl. Instead I heard myself say, “If we did, Lady, we would be the first to tell you.” The words tasted like poison on my tongue. My brothers chuckled from behind me.

Amarantha only smiled and nodded at Rhysand. He cocked his head, his eyes narrowing slightly on Lucien, who hissed in pain.

I tensed as Rhysand began smiling faintly. Bastard. He was a loathsome, foul bastard. And though I knew he played a role and wore a mask as much as the rest of us, it didn’t stop me from hating him as he held Lucien’s mind in his clutches.

Lucien stiffened in pain. A groan slipped out of him, and– 

“Feyre!” the girl shouted. “My name is Feyre.” 

Lucien sagged on the ground, trembling. Relief shuttered through me, and I bared my teeth and snarled quietly at the girl to disguise the trembling in my hands, my legs. He was safe, for now. And no thanks to me. 

The conversation continued, but I let my mind drift far away. Tried to feel nothing as I attempted to calm my racing heart. I clenched my sweaty palms at my sides and allowed myself a quick glance at Lucien’s prone form. Alive–for now. 

I slipped back into the crowd as they dragged Feyre away. He was alive. I repeated this to myself as the cruelty continued through the night, as it did every night in this miserable place. Alive–as I sipped wine and smiled at the punishment the Attor was inflicting on the poor faeries Amarantha had singled out this evening. Alive, alive, alive a steady chant in my blood as the night wore on.

Alive.

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“Well, Feyre, your second trial has come.” I heard Amarantha smugly announce from her throne at the front of the room. A gnawing dread had been pooling in my gut for the last hour. I could only guess at what new horror she had in store for the girl, but I grew increasingly anxious when I did not see Lucien amongst the revelers. He tended to lurk in the shadows of the room, one eye on Tamlin, ever the loyal sentry. I couldn’t help the low snarl that escaped me at the thought. That Lucien was willing to risk his own life for the Spring Court brute. The faerie next to me skittered away at the sound.

I slowly made my way towards the gathered crowd. Faeries averted their eyes as I passed. It was a relief that I still commanded a modicum of fear from these leeches. Their fear of me was a weapon I wielded frequently.

Amarantha sat proudly on her throne. The Attor at her left, Tamlin braced stiffly behind her on her right. 

“Here, Feyre darling, you shall find your task. Simply answer the question by selecting the correct lever, and you’ll win. Select the wrong one to your doom. As there are only three options, I think I have given you an unfair advantage.” Something metallic groaned at the snap of her fingers. “That is,” she added with a snake-like smile, “if you can solve the puzzle in time.”

I had just gotten a glimpse of the girl when the floor where she was standing began to sink down, revealing a small chamber split in two by a metal grate.

I went rigid as I beheld the figure chained to the floor, previously hidden from view. A loud roaring began building in my head. My skin felt tight and hot as I saw that it was Lucien–Lucien, who would again be part of the night’s entertainment. Lucien wrenched at the chains binding him to the floor. I nearly puked on the throne room floor at the sight of it.

Only the many years of practice in my long immortal life stopped the cry of anguish from escaping me as burning spikes began to slowly lower towards Lucien from above. I was a fool. A wretched fool to think Amarantha was done torturing him. That she would not use his friendship with the girl again and again until she finally broke, or was dead, Lucien along with her. I made to take a step forward but then jerked to a stop. Nothing. There was nothing I could do to stop this without damning us both further. I would be forced to watch in silent agony as Lucien was slowly and painfully crushed under the weight of those red-hot spikes. 

I stared and stared at Lucien, only vaguely aware of the girl flailing and panicking in the chamber next to him. This was some new level of hell. My nightmare brought to life, one that I could not wake myself up from. 

“Answer it!” Lucien shouted, his voice hitched. My eyes burned, and I felt a cold drop of sweat begin to drip down my spine. Only sheer force of will kept the practiced smirk on my lips. The spikes lowered further.

“Just pick one!” Lucien shouted. He strained against the chains, panting frantically, eyes wide.

My brothers around me laughed gleefully, and I forced myself to join in, the sound a pitiful rasp in my ears. I was grateful that the crowd around me was thoroughly distracted by the horror unfolding before us. That they could not hear my pounding heart or the screaming inside my head as those molten spikes lowered another inch closer to Lucien’s body, helplessly chained to the floor. This was the true torture. Not the painful lashes I’d so often received from my father for disappointing him in one way or another. Not the loneliness and fear that threatened to crush me after so many years navigating the snake pit of my father’s court. But this. Forced to stand idly by as my loved ones were killed. Forced to hear the fear in Lucien’s voice as he begged the girl to just pick a lever and be unable to stop any of it.

“Feyre, please!” Lucien moaned. The terror in his voice nearly brought me to my knees. And yet I stood there like a statue. Maybe this was my punishment for being so useless. So worthless. I desperately wished I could take Lucien’s place. That it was me chained to the floor. I deserved it.

I held my breath and shut my eyes as the girl finally reached for the third lever, bracing myself for what was surely to come. 

Silence. Then–a sigh. From Lucien. 

I opened my eyes at the sound and choked down the sob building in my chest. The girl, Feyre, had actually done it. By dumb luck or fate, she had saved them both.

I did not stay to witness Amarantha’s reaction to the girl besting her once more. Could not stand to be there a minute longer. I turned, not seeing any of the faces around me, desperate to escape the swirl of both panic and relief pressing in on me, threatening to swallow me whole. I could not fall apart, not here.

I stumbled away to the back of the throne room and kept walking until I was alone in a darkened passageway, the sounds of jeering and wicked laughter slowly disappearing. I leaned heavily against the nearest wall and emptied the contents of my stomach onto the floor. My eyes and throat burned and I let out the broken sob I had been holding in. I would allow myself one minute to fall apart, away from prying eyes. Just one minute, and then I would return to join in the merriment of those who had cheered as my brother had nearly been killed again.

I breathed in the damp, cold air of the mountain, my body shaking silently as I sunk to my knees. I listened to the drip, drip, drip of water on the stone floor and used it to slow my quaking heart. When the minute was up, I stood. Tunneled deep down inside until I could barely feel the rage and sorrow. I brought the smirk back to my mouth–it was second nature after all these years. I took one last deep breath, and turned back the way I had come. I had been gone too long, and these caves had eyes and ears that were always watching, always listening–always reporting back to her. And though Autumn Court fire burned in my veins, I forced my heart to freeze over, as cold as Kallias’s ice. I let that ice flow through me as I walked back–as I blocked out the despair that fought to drown me with every step I took. Until I was no one, and nothing. 

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A small part of me was aware that I was in shock. I drifted through the following day as if underwater, not fully hearing the words spoken to me or how I responded. Through it all, I made sure to keep the haughty mask on my face. Only when I spotted Lucien across the room did I feel as if I had come up briefly for air. Our eyes locked, and Lucien’s mouth tightened in displeasure. He held my gaze, emotion flickering in his right eye–there and then gone before I could decipher it. After a beat he looked away and was promptly swallowed up by the crowd.

I knew Lucien despised me. It was written on his face whenever he deigned to look me in the eyes, and I let him believe I felt the same. As much as it pained me to do so, I treated him as if he were nothing to me, no more than trash to be discarded. I hated myself more with each passing day–was at risk of being consumed by it entirely and slipping deep into the burning pit of fire within me. It was sheer defiance against the bitch queen that prevented me from doing so. The hope that I might one day see Autumn again. So many years trapped down in the dark were wearing heavy on my soul. The steady fear that I would fail those I sought to protect slowly ate away at me. What I’d give to breathe in the crisp, cool air of home, to walk amongst the red and gold leaves that sparkled like jewels in the dawn light. I held on to the hope that I would one day return. Tucked it deep down inside where it flickered softly, the aching pain in my heart its only companion.

[veintrry]

asbsksbsna omg hii!! Not sure if I'm bothering u but I was wondering if you could write a male reader x scaramouche? Im kinda shitty when it comes to scenarios but im thinking of just a random night in bed and yk they start doing the dirty😭(ik im terrible at this ARGHH😟)He/him pronouns please!

OKK TYSM HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT :D

an: LOLOL THANK U FOR THE REQ ANON 😭 i must admit that i found the wording greatly amusing good god. FYI slightly rusty but ykyk

some stars shine brighter at night

The sky had long delved into darkness, deep shades overtaking all that once was and trailing stars amongst its body. They twinkle at a distance, far and out of reach but close enough to admire from Teyvat's grounds. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a voice. Dark amethyst irises staring back at you.

His voice has some rasp to it as he speaks, his eyes narrowing at you in disapproval, "How long are you going to stare?"

Blinking, you are effectively snapped awake from your daydreaming. Your faces were only parted slight as your noses barely grazed one another, yet he didn't seem to even spare a moment commenting or caring for it.

"Did you not hear me?"

Despite the question, it sounds more scolding than anything as if you had done something malicious to not recognise him then and there. It wasn't his fault, you were the one who still was focused on his irises, he was beginning to practically feel the laser beams. "Just how distracted are you..." He says with a grunt, leaning upwards to set aside the book he held, resting it upon the bedside table.

Turning his head back to you, he gives you a confusing expression. It didn't give you much to work with, but he seemed to be thinking something over. The only reason you think so is because of how you can tell he was biting on the inside of his bottom lip.

"Are you going to keep gawking? You interrupted my reading." There was that voice again, meant to tell you that you did something wrong. However, there was something else there; It was laced with a certain mischief. You didn't miss how the corners of his lip rose ever so slightly.

Ah. You knew what this meant. Although, you weren't going to argue. In truth, he wasn't against the idea of Scaramouche revelling in the thrill of looking down on him.

He could tell you caught on and he shuffled closer. Scaramouche was already down to his black skintight top, sheer and just barely see-through. You could see the slight shape and shadows of his figure, how the fabric clung to his waist.

Sometimes you wonder if he knew how beautiful he was. Then you reprimand yourself for thinking that.

One of his hands find itself on the side of your face, the pillow you rested your head upon sinking lower. The small smile he had donned had grown to an all too familiar smirk. You were beginning where he was going with this. You saw that his hand had slinked under the blankets earlier on but where could it-

An involuntary moan leaves your throat as you feel pressure on your crotch. His palm moved in miniscule circular motions over it, pressing deeply against you.

The pleasure he took in hearing you was evident as his face grew to be more grimacing. "So quick to voice your thoughts, aren't you?" He was a taunting conniving bastard cat and yet you still enjoyed how cruel he can be. Maybe that says something about you.

His hand continues to toy with you, feeling your buldge grow beneath his hand as he leans closer to you, his breath pressed against the skin of your neck. You can feel his lips brushing over you but he never does anything. No, rather, he merely seems to take in your scent, savouring the small whines and shaky breaths that leave you. The more he listened the further starved he felt. His tongue pokes out, licking at his bottom lip as he stares at your skin as though it was the most appetising thing to have ever graced this land. He digs in. His teeth are firm against you, leaving their mark. He doesn't soften, only going harsher, deeper. You had come to know that this was the equivalent of showing his affection. This aggression was merely love.

"Speak." He demands as his palm slid over your buldge, fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. Scaramouche was not wasting any time. "I want to hear you."

Opening your mouth, a breathe leaves you. "Keep going..." His voice was firm, and you were sure of yourself. There were no doubts in your mind. Why would there be? All there was waiting for you was the impending pleasure.

A chuckle leaves the indigo eyed man, irises so dark they resemble the hue of the night. Suddenly, he yanks your trousers down to your thighs and the soft skin is exposed to the temperatures of the room. You sense the pads of his fingers on you, trailing up your legs as he massages the molds of flesh. He proceeds.

Scaramouche continues on his venture to your crotch, a smirk permanently on his lips as he feels your gaze fixated onto him in anticparion. The tips of his slender fingers on your boxers, grazing the fabric with his nail as he follows its form, only separated by thin cotton.

"Just do it already, stop making me wait." You interrupt, aware that he was enjoying taking his time to torture you as your heart drummed inside the confines of your chest.

Your words were met with a piercing glare. "Don't rush me." Low in tone and stern with his voice as though you had done something wrong. As much fun as he's having with you, he decides to take your wants into consideration and he quickly discards of the only clothing left to cover you. You could see how his smile widens at the sight as your member props up, precum staining it. As beautiful as he was you wondered how long he'd stare at you.

Scaramouche extends a finger, touching the slit of your dick, tracing the line over and over as your breath hitches, your spine arching slightly at the sensation.

"Have you a clue how much I like hearing you moan?" He begins, letting his hand fall to the length of your cock, rubbing you slowly, painfully slow. "When you're touching yourself alone..." Adjusting his position he pushes himself closer to your torso, kissing your upper chest, above where your heart would be. "When you're begging thinking of me, needing me, craving me." Scaramouche grows closer, just at your neck and you can feel each warm breath hit your skin as his pace quickens rapidly. "I love it when you can only want me."

"And I'll ensure it stays like that forever."

The pressure he applied was stronger now and you felt the rush of electricity buzzing through you with every swipe of his palm. Planting a peck on your skin in preparation for what was to come as he bites down on your skin again. You can hear him breathing through his nose as he continues to dig deeper and a moan escapes your throat. His tongue laps up the mark, almost in apology but those eyes don't seem regretful at all.

He almost seems to grow more and more possessive as he taints your skin with new marks he'd deem the gift of a god, so kindly gracing you. "Mine. I'll make sure...you're only mine." The once slow touch had changed quickly as it grew faster and faster. Your breaths were filled with pleasure, and when you'd attempt to muffle yourself it only resulted in futile whines leaving you. Scaramouche brings himself closer to you, his lips a few inches from the shell of your ear, you can feel them grazing it. "I want to hear every sound you make."

It was impossible to not take note of his chest rapidly rising and falling, you were unsure if he even needed to breathe but it certainly reflected his excitement back to you. You could feel your body burn aflame, something so strong one would say it rivals the menacing strength of his thunder strikes. Parting your lips, you attempt to speak although what leaves is a babble of words. He seems to take pride in this and leans closer, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and feeling the blood burning beneath.

"I got you." Scaramouche whispers, a hand on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. Smacking his lips against yours in a harsh manner, he doesn't wait for you to ease into it, expecting you to keep up with him as his tongue slithers into your mouth and he brings himself deeper into you. The movements below only grow rapid and yet he only focuses on tasting you, rubbing his tongue against yours as he explores the familiar warmth, ignoring how you struggle with the moans arising from your throat.

Though, you eventually capture his attention. Your nails dig into the skin of this triceps, leaving crescent marks in their wake. He can feel your growing desperation to reach your climax as you buckle your hips into his hand with sloppy but rough thrusts. You can feel him smirk as he continues to kiss you. You press the back of your head further into the pillow behind you and only then does he part from you, solely to watch you, hear you.

It was almost second nature to always say his name. Without question, you always knew to say his name when you came, just so he can be reminded that you belong to him.

The height of your orgasm is met then and there, with a needy and loud moan you attempt to muffle as you press your mouth against his shoulder. It leaks down and onto his hands, staining with your cum and if you had looked at him then and there you'd see how prideful he appeared, swiping his tongue over a finger and tasting it; tasting you.

"That'll teach you to listen to me..."

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

16: Alright Campers, Today’s Activity is to Find a Will to Keep Going

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Man, you wish Sans would pick a better time to be considerate. You know yourself well enough that if you took a shower, you wouldn’t want to go out anywhere afterward. Because of this, you left for Grillby’s feeling a little icky and dirty.

“Remember when I had this cool plan to take a shower?” You bring up, walking by Sans’ side, “I don’t look like total shit, do I?”

Sans gives you an obvious once over, “nah. just as spoiled when i first saw you.”

“What?! Spoiled?!”

“your dress reminds me of this ice queen in one of pap’s bedtime stories.” Sans explains as if that’ll fix anything, “she sings about letting go of her past, and has this magical girl transformation with her dress using her ice powers.”

“…Motherfucker, you mean ELSA?!”

“oh, so you know that story, too.”

GIRL 😭!!!!

“But Elsa isn’t spoiled at all!”

“right, but it’s that royal vibe she has. your fancy dress gives off the same vibe.”

“Ohhh,” You lean close to him with a smug little grin, “So you think I’m a Queen, huh? Someone worth all the attention and gifts and praise?”

He rolls his eye-lights and shoves you away playfully, “yeah right, in your dreams.”

“Hey, can’t blame a girl for wanting to live the luxury,” You shake your head with a sigh, “Like the time when I barely turned twenty-one, I signed up on so many Sugar Daddy sites.”

“…” Sans narrows his eye sockets at you, “what’s—a sugar daddy?”

“…”

“…”

“Uh, anyway,” You look at the brown building you two stopped in front of, “This is Grillby’s, huh? Any hot tips I should know about before we go in?”

“eh, there ain’t any rules if that’s what you’re worried about. just don’t do anything you wouldn’t normally do at a bar and burger joint. grillby can be a little hot-headed.”

…

That was weak as fuck.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re setting me up with some kind of pun?” You narrow your eyes, already knowing.

His grin is so smug and full of mischief.

Bro is up to some dubious deeds.

Bro is up to no good.

The short(?) monster opens the door for you, gesturing for you to go in first. You bow slightly and say thank you, stepping into the building that will soon become one of your favorites.

The music is a fucking banger, nothing like the OST that plays in the game. It’s something like nasty jazz that makes you feel like a secret mafia boss. One that wears a skimpy, blood-red silk dress, and black silk gloves. Oh, and you're “mourning” the loss of your husband that you definitely didn’t kill.

God, what a fucking banger.

“…[y/n]?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, “Sorry, I was daydreaming. The music got my fantasies going.”

“pfft-about what?”

Sans starts walking further in, so you keep up by his side. It seems like he’s taking you to the bar. It looks like Grillby’s regulars are still here: the ugly fish, Ugly Fish, at the bar next to the birdy, Red Bird. The drunk rabbit monster, Drunk Bun, absolutely plastered at the booth closest to the entrance. And the mouthy monster with huge teeth, Big Mouth, is minding his own business. Lesser Dog and Doggo were here too playing Poker with each other. Greater Dog, Dogamy, and Doggaressa weren’t here; it was getting late now, so maybe they’d gone home.

Huh, Grillby isn’t behind the bar right now. Maybe he’s in the back making food?

“Oh, man. Do you really want to know about my dirty secrets?”

“my, are they really that scandalous?”

You hum before speaking, “You ever think about killing your rich husband and walking around in an expensive robe while drinking some wine thinking how you’re gonna hide the body?”

“…??? no???”

You purse your lips. You reach the bar and eye the stool you’re in front of. You press down on the seat hard, but you don’t hear a whoopee cushion. You deem it safe to sit on.

“This is what I’m talking about, bone boy. You can’t handle my sexy little fantasies.”

Sans sits next to you on your right (no whoopee cushion there either), his cheekbones gaining a very faint pink hue at your choice of words.

“is that a popular fantasy with the human ladies?”

“Only with the mentally ill ones, just like me.”

“ha-ha!” Sans props his right arm up on the bar, leaning his cheek against his fist while giving you a cheeky look, “all that just from the jukebox?”

You mirror his pose, “You see, bone boy. This is the power of the mentally ill. I’m sure with a little practice, you too, can daydream about killing your husband.”

“wait. what do you mean with “a little practice?” don’t you mean… maybe with a lot of practice?”

You shrug with a smirk, “Hey, man. I just thought you might be able to relate a little. But maybe I was wrong.”

“well, it’s no skin off my nose if you wanna make assumptions,” Sans winks playfully, “but i will neither confirm nor deny a thing.”

“Fine, fine,” You straighten up, “Let me give-”

“You-You’re… Hey, you’re here…!”

You and Sans redirect your attention to a familiar voice on your left. Your good buddy, Doggo, had bound up close to you, his fluffy tail wagging more when you gave him a friendly smile.

Wait, there’s something… different about him…

”Hey…” You narrow your eyes and point vaguely at him, “Did you… Did you buy a spiked collar?”

“I DID!!!”

You and Sans flinch at Doggo’s sudden shouting. Sure enough, Doggo is sporting a stylish black collar lined with silver-colored spikes. However on closer inspection, the spikes look rounded. Perhaps so it wouldn’t seriously hurt him, or anyone, if he touched it or bumped into it.

“You-You said that it’d look good,” Doggo shifts nervously from foot to foot, “Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. And you gave me the confidence to finally go through with it! What do you-What do you think?”

The stool you’re on is just short enough that your toes can comfortably touch the ground. You start bouncing your leg up and down and hope that’s enough movement for Doggo to see you. Considering his eyes aren’t shifting so much, you assume that it’s good enough.

“Hey, that’s great! And I meant it, you know,” You glance back at the skeleton, “What do you think, Sans? Don’t you think he looks snazzy?”

Sans raises a brow-bone, “i think it fits ya. but uh, i didn’t think you were the type to care about what people think.”

You nudge him, “It’s nice to get validation sometimes, Sans.” You gesture vaguely at the furry monster, “You said you’re Doggo, right? It was great seeing you again, but bone boy and I gotta talk about something private.”

Doggo straightens up, flustered that he had interrupted so rudely and suddenly. His tail wags shallowly, slowly being tucked between his legs. Awe, a sad puppy is one of the most heart-wrenching sights even if Doggo is technically a grown man.

“Oh, yeah. Sor-I’m Do—S-Sorry.”

He feels even more embarrassed at Sans’ smug grin behind you. Ugh, Doggo didn’t think Sans was the type to be a tease like that. Could it be because the skeleton can tell he likes the praise? No one is really that nice to call him stylish or greet him with as much kindness and excitement as you have been doing.

Maybe it’s in his soul to want to be called a good dog.

Either way, it seems like Sans has caught on.

That's just embarrassing.

“It’s fine, you don’t gotta apologize,” You wave it off, “Maybe after, we can—Hey, I think that guy is eating your cards.”

“WHAT?!”

Lesser Dog tenses up and turns around, Doggo’s cards (and possibly his own???) shoved in his mouth and got slobber everywhere. Doggo shouts something incomprehensible while pouncing on him. Lesser Dog yelps that pained puppy yell when they hit the ground, but you assume he’s fine.

“wow, you sure get a lot of attention.”

You look at Sans with a raised eyebrow, “I’d be getting more hostile attention if anyone found out I was a flesh-bag. I’ll gladly get this kind of attention over being shanked in the shin.”

The monster crosses his arms on the table and rests his head. He’s looking at you but where else is he supposed to look?

“so, we got something private to talk about?”

You widen your eyes in remembrance, “Right. I didn’t want to bring it up until I could actually get a job, but we might as well get it over with. Uhm, when I start getting a steady income, steady enough anyway, I was thinking I could pay you rent.”

Sans widens his eye sockets, “wait, what? rent?”

“Oh, come on. These customs aren’t that different from how it is on the surface, right? Usually, if you’re living with someone for a while or even a few months, it’s usually polite to pitch in for the rent.”

“n-no, i get that. i just…”

You think back to that popular theory that the reason Sans’ mail is filled with junk is because of all their bills. Papyrus doesn’t actually have a job, and Sans is the only one who works. You think one of the not-so-hidden secret dialogues Papyrus has is that Sans handles the rent, but he doesn’t actually know where the money comes from.

Sans might feel too guilty about accepting your help in that regard, or he might jump on the opportunity to take your money. You don’t really care; you already decided one way or another that you’ll help out with that. If you can’t do anything else, then it’s the least you can do.

“maybe we should wait until you get a job,” Sans finally says, his eye-lights shifting to the empty bar. “can’t really plan much around it if you don’t even got a cent to your name.”

You purse your lips, “That’s not true. Toriel gave me an allowance for cleaning her house all the damn time.”

“ooh, ‘scuse me, then.”

You take a deep breath, looking around, “You know, I didn’t wanna say anything because I didn’t wanna sound like that bitch. But where’s that Grillby guy? I’m still hungry…”

Sans winces and straightens up, “yeah, now that you mention it, grillby’s been gone from the bar for a while.”

“Oh, Grillby?” Red Bird on your left at the bar speaks up finally, “He’s in the back cleaning up. Give the guy some time, he’s the only one working here, so he has to do everything.”

“Ahhh, everything, you say…” You lean towards the skeleton with a smile, “Sayyyy. Sanssyyyy boyyyy…!”

“i don’t have any money.”

You ignore that. “You don’t think Grillby would be open to hiringggg, do youuuu?”

“…no way you’re thinking of working here.”

“Why not? I used to be a waitress at Hooters for a year before reconsidering my life choices.”

“do i even want to know what a hooters is?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. But!” You straighten your back and put a hand on your chest, smirking triumphantly, “All you need to know is that I have experience in this field! Once this Grillby dude comes out, I’ll talk to him about it.”

Sans only shakes his head, opting to keep his thoughts to himself. He’s more… his thoughts are more on the fact that if you work here, there’s a risk that someone might finally put two and two together about your identity. Not only that, but he practically lives at Grillby’s!

In the nicest way possible, there would be no escaping you.

You two sit together in silence for a few minutes. It’s not awkward at all, and in fact, he rather enjoys this silence with you. Your eyes are closed with a smile on your face, tilting your head side to side to the looping music. Hah, maybe Grillby can hire you to fix the jukebox.

This is… nice.

Grillby finally comes out from the kitchen, phasing through the door as he cleans his hands with a rag. How is it not catching on fire? Who knows. It’s also a mystery that his clothes and glasses can phase through the door, too.

The fireman tenses up at seeing you (and Sans) and the bar.

You also sit up straight, “I… Hey, hottie.”

“heh-” Sans ducks his head down, “that was so lame.”

“Hey, I panicked! Also, you were totally setting me up with a pun earlier!”

“…”

“…”

“…”

His “talking” just sounds like fire and wood crackling.

“Grillbz wants to know how long you’ve been waiting out here.” Red Bird says, you know, like a liar.

You give her the side eye. You remember at the end of the Pacifist Route, she admitted she was just guessing what Grillby was saying. If Grillby REALLY had a problem with it, hopefully he would be assertive enough to stop her. But still, it bugs you when people speak for others.

“I’m sure Grillby can ask me that himself, then,” You put your elbow on the bar table and prop your chin on your fist, “I’ll be nice this time, though. We weren’t waiting for long, so you don’t gotta worry.”

Grillby has white “dot” eyes behind his glasses, and his “eyebrows” are just darker parts of the flames on his face. Even when he steps closer, you don’t feel the heat from his body in a way fire should emanate it. There is a warmth coming from him, but it’s really pleasant.

The man is literally fire, and no pun intended, but he is hot. Especially his body.

‘I am no better than a man, I fear.’ You think sadly.

Sans raises a bone brow at you, “you don’t let anything slide, huh?”

“I wasn’t always a hard-ass, you know,” You smile at the fireman, “Unless you’re mute, then I apologize.”

Grillby shakes his head.

“Selectively mute, then?”

He hesitantly shakes his head again.

“You don’t like to talk much?”

He makes a “so-so” motion with his hand.

“Huh, you can’t talk much even if you wanted to?”

Grillby snaps his fingers and points to you, nodding at your correct guess.

“Ahh, gotcha. Would it be fine if you could just give me a yes,” You nod your head up and down in demonstration, “or no,” You shake your head side to side, “then?”

He nods. You don’t know how, but you just feel Grillby is smiling at you despite him not actually emoting at all. Maybe it is a soul/magic/monster thing?

You grin at Sans, “See? Communication can be simple if you just put in the effort.”

Sans has to say, he’s mildly impressed. From what he remembers from previous timelines, Grillby can talk, and he’s rather cheeky too which compliments his cool and collected personality. But monsters like Sans (and Papyrus) and Grillby have a harder time talking since it takes up more magic and concentration. That's why he doesn't bother moving his mouth to talk; it takes too much effort. And just like Sans, Grillby doesn’t have a voice box so he relies on his magic.

The skeleton must figure that Grillby appreciates that you want to talk to him instead of just taking Red Bird’s word for it. The fire elemental always gets heated whenever Sans and Red Bird try to guess what he’s saying and get it so wrong.

“we’ll get a double order of the burg combo, grillbz,” Sans orders for you.

Normally, you’d have a problem with that, but you don’t really care right now. You just want to eat.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Red Bird nods, “Grillbz wants to know-”

“-Grillbz can tell me himself,” You laugh. “Here, how ‘bout this, Grillby.”

You make a “C” with your hand as if you were a Lego man holding a cup. Then, you bring it up to your mouth.

“This means “drink” in ASL—erm, in sign language.”

Grillby furrows his brows (as in, the darker flames above his eyes furrow together) as he mimics your movements, though a bit clumsy. You perk up and nod excitedly.

“Yeah, you’re a natural!”

“You know sign language?” Ugly Fish asks, his words slurring a bit.

Oh, you feel so bad you’re only calling it sign language because there are so many others other than just ASL, but you don’t really want to expose yourself to knowing the different sign languages humans use.

“I’m not fluent by any means, but I made myself learn for my j—for-for fun,” You smile, “Anyway, sorry for being annoying about it, Grillby. But I can go for some liquor, anything you think would taste best with the food.”

The red man nods, reaches under the counter, and pulls out a ketchup bottle. He slides it to Sans without even looking, and the other catches it as if it’s just routine.

“you know just what i like, grillby.” Sans winks.

Grillby nods, turning to go back into the kitchen. You notice with a snort that he’s repeating the “drink” sign while he walks. How cute, maybe if you’re feeling nice, you can show him more.

You mainly learned ASL because you thought it’d be useful in your field as a doctor. You were encouraged by Kōrenki to learn it for that reason, so of course you immediately got on that. You know you were humble about it earlier, but you are very well-versed in ASL.

Sans screws open the tip of the bottle, “you’re fitting in here perfectly. a little too perfectly. any more and you’ll replace me as the favorite.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, bone boy. You’re selling yourself too short, I can never replace you,” You lean close to him to whisper, “I’m just trying to get brownie points so I can get hired. Bear with me, yeah?”

Ohhh, right.

“i completely forgot about that,” Sans brings the ketchup bottle to his teeth, “my bad, i’m being a bonehead.”

“You are not drinking plain ketchup.”

His eye sockets squint from his growing smile. He tilts the bottle back and-

“Ew! Ha-ha-ha!!” You shove him by the shoulders, though not enough to push him off the stool, “You are so rotten to the core!”

“hey, take it easy. don’t get stewed over small problems.”

“I know, I know! It’s fruitless to get hung up about it.”

“oh, so you’re a “tomato is a fruit” type of gal, huh?”

You give Sans a blank look, “You are not telling me you think it’s a vegetable.”

Red Bird decided your A-B conversation with Sans was too interesting and sought to C her way into it.

“Sans is usually wrong about anything he says. I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.”

“Gasp!” You put your hand on your chest, “Is this true, bone boy? Are you regularly full of shit?”

He snickers, “strictly speaking, i’m not full of anything.”

“This might be a deal breaker for me. It’s time we see other people.”

“you’ll be fine, i’m sure we can work it out or something.”

You roll your eyes. Whatever, you want a divorce. You turn in your seat to speak to Red Bird some more, giving Sans the cold shoulder but you guys knew it was just to tease.

Red Bird was snarky with you, but you guess it’s to be expected since you didn’t let her talk for Grillby. She might’ve taken it personally and you certainly didn’t help constantly interrupting her. You kept your tone and expressions peaceful though, and it seemed to help since she slowly but surely cooled down with her sarcasm.

You were sharing where you're from (which, according to the cover story Sans made up, you're from downtown Snowdin). Why you're a funny looking monster (“Kind of human like!” “Ha-ha, that's so silly! Ah-ha ha! Imagine that…”). How you even met Sans (“We both know a guy.”). And how you two became good friends.

You smile and raise a brow, “What makes you think we're good friends?”

Ugly Fish scoffs a laugh, “He ain't ever brought his friends here the whole time we've known ‘im.”

“Ahhh, is that soooo?” You smirk smugly, smirking the smugliest, smirkiest smirk that has ever been smirked smugly, “You could've just gotten the food and brought it back to me, but I'm special enough that you wanted to bring me here?”

“ugh. well, if i knew you were gonna get a big ego out of it, i would've reconsidered.” Sans rolls his eye-lights, feeling his magic heat up in his face.

“What a lie,” You snicker, “But enough about that. What about you guys? Tell me about yourselves.”

Red Bird slams her drink down eagerly, “Oh! Where do I even begin?”

Saved from further embarrassment, the conversation easily shifts back into the original topic. You were getting along great now with the others, occasionally trying to include Sans in the conversation. He purposely stayed out of it because he was simply too lazy to converse, but he appreciated you wanting to include him. While waiting for Grillby, you were also showing them some more sign language.

“And for no particular reason,” You grin, “This is how you say “bald-headed bitch.”

“ppfftt—ack!”

“Woah, Sans! Are you okay??”

You swiftly turn around and start patting him on the back—the spine?? You don’t know, but you were patting something. He nods frantically, his eyes are squeezed shut and his smile is nearly off his face. Oh God, are those tears?! How is he even choking on ketchup?!

“i-i’m fine…” Sans is clearing his throat… somehow. “you just caught me off guard with that.”

Ugly Fish and Red Bird laughing their asses off at Sans’ misery while you were still worried about his health. You bet it’s not often they see him off his game. The monster waves you off to stop patting him, not that you didn’t know it wasn’t doing anything other than giving him a nice massage.

“So, you were saying…?” Red Bird trails off.

“Oh, right!”

You raise your hand over your head, circling your index finger around the top of your head. “Bald-headed.”

You make a “B” sign with the same hand, bumping the side of your hand (the side with your index finger) on your chin. “Bitch.”

Ugly Fish and Red Bird try mimicking you, though a problem quickly arises with the two. They don’t exactly have the hands or fingers to do the movements precisely as you do. You guess it doesn’t really matter that much if they’re trying at all.

As they’re fumbling with that, Grillby emerges from the fire exit with two plates of food lined up on his left arm. Somehow, the food phases through the door, too. Probably because it’s magic.

The fire elemental serves you first, setting down your burger and fries before giving the other to Sans. It smells amazing and if you were just a little more openly cringe, you would’ve started drooling. You sit upright and clasp your hands together.

“Thank you for the food, Grillby!” You beam with a smile, “Ah, it smells amazing!”

“you won’t find any other burgers like this anywhere in the underground,” Sans’ eye-lights get bigger at the sight of good food in front of him.

You wanted to ask about the meat used for these, but that would be too suspicious. Grillby is watching you with crossed arms, watching you and seemingly waiting for you to take the first bite. The burger looks… something like a Bourbon Burger: slightly melted white cheddar cheese, bacon, sautéed mushrooms, roasted bell peppers, red onion, some kind of sauce, lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles–all on brioche buns.

You’re about to bust a fat fucking nut you just know it.

You carefully pick up the burger and look around for the best angle to take a bite. Finding it, you take a generous-sized bite and let it savor.

It seemed like the whole bar had gone silent in anticipation. They’re waiting at the edge of their seats, holding their breath to see if Sans' special friend likes the food.

(Un)Lucky for them, you fucking moaned like a dramatic whore at the amazing taste.

“Oh, my fucking God! Grillby, this is amazing!” You cover your mouth as you speak, trying not to be rude by talking with your mouth full.

Grillby’s shoulders drop slightly and he nods. Seems like he was really nervous you wouldn’t like it, but he had nothing to worry about. Not that he had to worry about much anyway, you’re sure anything would taste amazing compared to the spaghetti you had earlier.

The atmosphere returns to normal, and the minimal amount of patrons go back to their usual routine. Grillby begins to work behind the bar, presumably preparing your drink. The glasses look really thick, perhaps a way to withstand the heat of Grillby’s touch.

“wow, that was a reaction and a half,” Sans teases you, “was it that good?”

You nod eagerly, “I mean, can you blame me? I’ve only had the–other kind of burgers in the past. This is the first time I’m trying one like this.”

“right, right. how different is the flavor, anyway?”

“Not that different if I’m honest. The only major difference is that this shit here is fucking GOD tier,” You take another bite, resisting the urge to cry because that’s how good it is.

Sans decides to drop it there and enjoy his own food, too. You made him realize that, yeah it IS delicious and a meal he takes for granted. Love and Magic are just so ingrained in his everyday life, that he forgot how (pun totally intended) magical is it to be exposed to it so often. The littlest things to him, like this burger, are one of the wonders of the world to you.

Ah, he is glad that you’re fitting in here at Grillby’s at the very least. You were getting a little pushy about Red Bird allowing Grillby to “speak” for himself, but you did it out of good faith. Grillby looked like he appreciated you stepping in like that though, so he shouldn’t complain all things considered. He doesn’t know how well it’ll work for you to work here if you can’t use magic, but maybe…

“hey, grillbz,” Sans starts casually, eating a fry, “[y/n] was talking about–her name’s [y/n], by the way. she was thinkin’ about getting a job and was wondering if you were hirin’. i mean, considering today, seems like you might need the help.”

While the bartender was doing a fancy trick making your drink, he redirected his attention to you. You smile nervously and nod in agreement.

“You can take time to think about it, but I thought if anything, I could be a waitress or even mix drinks. I don’t mind helping with the cleanup either. Just… I think I might be the most useless in the kitchen.”

You can cook, but you can’t use magic. If everything is made with magic, what’s to say you won’t need magic to make the monster food? You can’t exactly expose yourself that way, it would be so lame! You don’t think the kitchen is where he needs help though. Even now, the place looks like it can benefit from a wipe-down.

Grillby sets your glass in front of you, the liquid inside is a bright red and blue mix with specks of silver. You go to grab it, but just hover your hand near the glass and you can feel the heat coming from it. You wince and pull away: it was uncomfortably hot, like touching a plastic water bottle that's been out in the sun all day.

“And another thing, if I help out with some drinks, then you don’t gotta worry about making only hot drinks.” You wink at the hot man, “Just think about it, okay?”

He nods, pointing at his head then taps his wrist twice.

“Give you some time to think about it?” You guess.

He nods again.

“Sure thing, boss,” You give Sans a smug little smirk, “See? I’m a fucking master at charades.”

Sans rolls his eyes, “that was the bear minimum.”

“Don’t be jealous of me, bone boy.”

“in your dreams.”

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hiii!! i love your writing it's so cozy aaaa

may i request an ace frehley (spaceman) x reader where he abducts her and then doesn't let her go back home because he could use the company adn then they just get used to eachother after a bunch of arguments and eventually start dating too?? 😭😭

i've been thinking about it for a while and i think it's a cute but silly idea :>

ACCIDENTAL ABUCTION .

; pairing ; ace frehley x fem! reader

; note ; i wanna kiss him

; warnings ; accidental abduction

you blinked your eyes open, disoriented and surrounded by an otherworldly glow. as you looked around, the realization hit you – this wasn't your porch. panic set in, and you sat up, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. a spaceship. you were in a spaceship.

before you could fully process the situation, the door slid open, and you found yourself face to chest with a tall spaceman, a pretty one. he had a sweet twinkle in his eye as he greeted you with a happy, silly, little, "hi!"

your initial shock turned into bewilderment. "where am i? what's going on? what- who are you?" you stammered, eyeing the spaceman with a mix of confusion and concern.

the spaceman grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. "relax! you can call me space ace.,, or just ace. you're on my ship.'"

ship!?

your jaw dropped. "you... abducted me?"

ace's smile dropped, and he shook his head, his expression turning serious. "no! it was an accident, i swear. i didn't realize you were in here until after we were already in space."

you narrowed your eyes at him. "an accident? how do you accidentally abduct someone?"

ace scratched the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish. "well, uh... i dunno.

your frustration grew, and you crossed your arms. "well..? well?! well, undo it! take me back home!"

ace's shoulders slumped, and he let out a sigh. "i can't. we're in space now, and turnin' around ain't that simple."

you glared at him incredulously. "not that simple? you brought me to space by accident, and now you're telling me we can't go back? so, what? i'm just stuck here with you in space indefinitely?"

ace raised his hands defensively. "whoa, whoa, calm down, lady. i didn't say indefinitely. it's just... it'll take a while to figure out how to get you back home."

"a while?" you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief. "how long is 'a while,' exactly?"

ace took a deep breath, looking you in the eyes. "look, i'll be straight with ya… i don't know."

a moment of silence stretched between you as you registered what he had just said. then, you finally broke the tension. "you… don't know? so… you have no idea if i'll get home tomorrow or next year? is that really what you're saying?"

ace opened his mouth, but no words came out. he just silently nodded his head, staring at you with a look of guilt and embarrassment.

"just turn around!"

"i can't!" ace exclaimed, his tone growing defensive.

"why!?"

"i don't know!"

"fuck you!" you walk off, you had no clue where you were going but you were gonna go somewhere

as you walked away, ace called after you, sounding desperate. "wait! i… i'm sorry. i really didn't mean to bring you here. i… i know you don't wanna be here, but let's just… talk or somethin', okay?"

ace's voice sounded sincere, and you realized that he wasn't trying to be malicious or mean. you paused for a moment, trying to decide what to do, before finally turning around and walking back towards him. you just stood there in front of him, arms crossed and not looking at him.

a few seconds passed in awkward silence, neither of you speaking. ace shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "look, i'll do everythin' i can ta' speed things up, alright? but for now, we're in this together."

you remained silent for a while, weighing your options. finally, after a long moment of silence, you finally spoke again. "fine. we can hang out, i guess. until you figure out how to get me home, spaceman."

ace looked relieved as he heard your response. "ah, good. that's… that's good."

as days turned into nights aboard the spaceship, you found yourself reluctantly adjusting to the unconventional situation. ace, ever the gracious host, gave you a tour of the ship, pointing out the various controls, living quarters, and the breathtaking views of the cosmos from the observation deck.

as you explored the ship, you couldn't help but notice the way the ambient light danced across ace's features, highlighting the contours of his white face and the sparkle in his eyes.

despite the absurdity of the circumstances, there was an undeniable charm to the spaceman who had whisked you away on an accidental adventure.

at one point during the tour, ace caught you stealing glances in his direction, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "what?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow in amusement.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks, cursing the telltale signs of your growing admiration. "nothing," you stammered, quickly averting your gaze.

ace couldn't help but notice the faint blush spreading across your cheeks, his smirk deepening. "oh, i see how it is. so i guess i'm not so weird looking after all?" he asked, his tone playful.

you bit your lip, feeling a blush spreading across your cheeks. "it's just… i mean, you're… uh, you're not what i would've expected, that's all."

ace's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "oh? and what did you expect? a little green man with antennas?"

you rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh at his antics. "not exactly. but, you know, you're… not so bad."

his grin softened into a genuine smile, and he paused for a moment, as if considering his next words. "well, yer not so bad yourself."

as the months stretched into a quirky routine aboard the spaceship, you and ace found yourselves sharing more laughs, banter, and stolen glances.

one evening, as the two of you lounged in the spaceship's observation deck, gazing out at the stars, ace turned to you with a sly grin. "you know, being stuck in space ain't so bad when you've got good company right?"

you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "i never thought i'd say this, but… you're not the worst companion, ace."

ace chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "high praise from you, y/n. maybe i'm growing on ya."

"maybe," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

as the days turned into weeks and months, and the spaceship continued its cosmic journey, the unspoken tension between you and ace reached a point where neither of you could ignore it any longer. one evening, as you shared a quiet moment in the dim glow of the ship's interior, ace spoke up.

"hey, y/n, there's something i've been meaning to ask."

you raised an eyebrow, curious. "what's up, ace?"

ace shifted awkwardly, a nervous look in his eyes. "y/n…" he began, hesitating slightly before finally speaking up. "do you… do you think maybe it's possible that i've grown on ya a little.. more than you realized?"

a beat of silence passed between you as your mind raced, trying to interpret his words. before you could register your thoughts, ace spoke again, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. "i mean, the way i see it, after all this time we've spent together, i can't imagine anyone else being more deserving of getting swept off their feet by a galactical hunk like me."

you couldn't help but laugh at his cheeky remark, but as you looked into his eyes, you noticed that his smile never waned. ace was genuinely trying to say something important to him, and it warmed you to see him putting himself out there for you like this. you found yourself nodding in response. "you know, i'm starting to think that maybe that galactical hunk really does have the key to my heart, after all."

ace's eyes lit up with a bright, triumphant smile, and he took a steady breath, as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. "so you're saying that… if i asked you to be my spacewoman, you'd say yes?"

as the words hung in the air between you, your heart skipped a beat. you had hoped for this moment, but you couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the reality of it. you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "yeah," you replied softly, unable to stop the grin spreading across your lips. "i'd say yes."

ace's eyes lit up with joy, and he stepped a little bit closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. "then… will you be my spacewoman?"

you couldn't help but smile and nod. maybe this accidental kidnapping wasn't so bad after all.

ace grinned, pulling you into a spontaneous hug.

you chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through you. "never thought i'd find myself dating an alien."

ace feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "alien? ouch! i prefer the term spaceman, thank you very much."

[sie-rui]

REPLYING TO UR QUESTION ABT MY IZANA JOING THE SANO FAMILY OR WTV REWUEST- it’s like just izana joing the family and stuff after the tenjiku fight, I need some sano family fluff after ur sister sister part 3 story broke my heart 😩 anyway yeah it’s just izana plainly joing the sano family. Like yk how mikey says “if you just opened ur heart Emma and I would’ve happily accepted u!” YK? a scenario where izana DOES open his heart kinda ~ idk if that makes sense 😭

❀ OPEN YOUR HEART | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; izana only wanted a family, he got that

🥛 — sano family, kurokawa izana

🧾 — cursing, angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, au - canon divergence, chapter 146: a bad hunch, imagine

✉ — what i meant was that if you still wanted the reader in the story- but oh well, i just went with it and just focused on the three of them instead sdkfj also, this is more of an introduction, i guess i’ll be making a second part to this soon.

🔖 — similar works: Sister, sister tetralogy, proofread by @yuutsunaoi (thank you so much <33)

The grip on his wrist was cold and Izana was tempted to just flinch away, the smile on his lips dropping. Mikey doesn’t move away, he doesn’t get go.

“Let go, Mikey.”

He doesn’t even look away from amethyst eyes, the eyes of his brother.

A frown settles on Izana’s lips, fist already clenched and eyes narrowed, starting to pull on his hand. Inupi watches, nervousness creeping in his stomach as the tension continues to rise in the cemetery.

“I said let go.” Izana tugs at his hand but Mikey surges forward as well, still holding on.

“Why?” He questions, eyes wide, when he dodges Izana’s other hand coming up to hit him. He was trembling, Mikey finds, breathing heavy.

“I said let go!”

“Why do you hate us so much?!”

A distant roar of a motorcycle engine cuts his next words off and Izana looks up, behind Mikey’s shoulder, Kisaki’s words ringing in his head. “I’ll take care of your sister.”

Mikey’s dark orbs bore holes through him and Izana trembles in growing anger and underlying fear, not because of Mikey but because of his own self. Izana tugs at the blond’s hand but Mikey only grabs him once more.

Where had he gone wrong?

Has he ever gone wrong? This isn’t his fault, isn’t it? This was Mikey’s fault. He took Shinichiro away from him, he took Izana’s only brother away from him. This was Shinichiro’s fault as well, that liar.

That liar that he loved and admired either way.

This was that liar’s younger brother.

Izana bares his teeth, shaking Mikey’s hands. “Emma!”

Emma was that liar’s younger sister.

Emma was his younger sister.

Mikey stops, wide-eyed, grip loosening and Izana pushes him away. (Get away from me, get away from me.)

When Mikey turns around, hurrying off to where he sent his sister and Takemichi, and Inupi hurrying after him in worry, Izana remains standing there, looking at his wrist. It still burned. Mikey’s touch burned, it was nauseating, it brought back too many memories, too many feelings.

(That touch, that tight grounding grip, it reminds him too much of one Sano Shinichiro.)

“I’ll break you.”

Then, I’ll build you up. Into Shinichiro, this time.

It wasn’t enough to placate the growing feelings inside him any longer.

He was barely eight.

Emma looked up to him, wide eyes at her older brother.

“I’ll welcome you there,” he said.

And Emma nods, like the obedient kid she was. Silent as ever even when Izana caresses her hair. Unknowing of what was to come, of the future that remains uncertain but with one fact that will be set in stone: this would be the last time they’ll be seeing each other.

Why can’t he stay with her?

Why can’t he stay with his dear sister?

Izana knows what their mother was doing. He knows what she’s planning to do when she gets rid of him. He knows what would happen to his younger sister. Given. Sent away. Just like him.

Why can’t she stay with me?

When he turns away, he doesn’t look back. If he did, he would have dug his heels to the ground, he would have grabbed her hand and they would have ran away.

Take care of yourself.

(I’ll come find you.)

“Why did you say her name then?”

His voice was calm and Izana grits his teeth, kicking up his foot, blindly trying to hit the blond.

“Why did you warn me?”

Izana sees red, steps messy and fists a flurry of uncoordinated movements, smacking only air and missing Mikey by an arm.

“Why did you save Emma?”

I didn’t. I didn’t. I didn’t.

I wanted her dead.

I wanted you broken.

I wanted- I wanted…

I wanted a family.

(Shinichiro’s back was warm when Izana leaned his cheek on it, helmet loosely placed on his head and the cold wind on his face. The engine revs and Shinichiro speeds up with his younger brother holding onto him, eyes closed and on the brink of falling asleep.

The world was quiet. It was only Izana and his dear brother.

It was all he ever wanted.)

Kurokawa Izana lost even before the fight started. He lost the moment Mikey grabbed onto him and never let go. He lost the moment he uttered Emma’s name in warning of her fate, in warning of her death that was now avoided.

He lost the moment he let his emotions take over his head once more. He lost the moment he saw Shinichiro smile at him from Mikey’s shoulder.

Blood drips down his chin and Izana stops, his sight was blurry, why was it blurry? Why can’t he see straight?

Cold tears trickled down his cheeks and he stood there frozen, in front of Mikey, in front of his subordinates, his servants. Vulnerable.

He hated it.

Then, he was being pushed away.

Kakucho’s arms were around him when they both tumbled on the ground, a gunshot ringing through the bay. A strangled sound left his lips but it was more from surprise than pain and when he looked to his side, Manjirou was in the same position with Hanagaki Takemichi being the one who pushed him, the bullet missing them by a hair’s width.

“Kisaki!”

Izana coughs, looking up at the sky as an uproar starts, Takemichi bouncing back up and running after the perpetrator when Hanma grabs him and flees.

“Takemitchy, don’t! He still has a gun!” Mikey yells after him, about to start running after them when Draken blocked his path with his motorcycle.

“Mikey, stay here! Leave it to me.”

“Izana? Izana?”

He looks at Kakucho, shaking him worriedly. “Izana, we lost. We lost.”

His lips quiver, from the cold, from the pain, from the memories, from the choking feeling on his neck. “I know.”

He closes his eyes, the fatigue from the day’s mess finally settling in him.

Shinichiro greets him with his usual grin. Emma was there as well, five year old Emma with her ponytail and starry eyed focused on him, one of her rare smiles on her face. A younger Kakucho was sitting beside him, the Kakucho who was always there for him from start to finish, who shared his dreams and who walked the same path as him.

Then, it was Mikey, Sano Manjirou. The Mikey who tilted his head but smiled at him either way. “You’re my brother, aren’t you?”

(And when he woke up, what greeted him was warm blankets, a dim room, a soft bed, and the smell of Emma’s cooking wafting through the air.)

Okay so i don’t know what happened to inupi and izana after emma got hit and mikey went to see her and takemichi so i’m just assuming that in the original, inupi and izana went away to talk (or at least glared at each other on inupi’s side) so they didn’t see emma. but in this one, mikey held on to izana so he didn’t get to leave.

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